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IT'S NOT A PHASE, MOM Posted on July 26, 2021 at 06:56:30 AM by Visitor
hello! glad to finally find a pg-13 horse site haha, so many others are just... not... (and on that note, please avoid any and all sexual themes in threads with me!)
Member Name: Visitor
Character Name: Darksoul
Gender: Male
Breed: Basque Mountain Horse
Color: Bay
Height: 13.2 hands
Age: 2
Lineage (if born on TLI): N/A
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Member Contact: visitor :) on discord server
Sample Post: (for context, I will post this in the Ruins!)
Darksoul emerged from the wine-dark sea, choppy waves lapping at his hooves. His raven-black mane, sopping wet, clung morosely to his face. It was truly a reflection of his dark and profound soul, he thought, turning his head to gaze soulfully into the distance.
Dramatic montage over, Darksoul turned and began to clamber up the rocky shore. Most of the island seemed to be nothing but bleak, barren rock. Certainly not enough to sustain a horse, even a survivor such as he. He shook his head slowly, saltwater dripping from his mane. He supposed this was the universe's way of letting him know: there would never be a place where he could fit in. Now this would be a good time to recite some tragic poetry to reflect the tragedy that was his life.
But try as he might, he couldn't think of anything. It seemed that the ravenous void that was his inner heart had swallowed all poetry and artistry that Darksoul might have had. Eh, well, a little plagiarism wouldn't hurt anyone if no one was around to find out, right? There'd been this kid back home. All the adults liked him because he listened well and was creative and came up with good poems and songs and behaved all. The. Time. Surely he'd composed something that fit the situation....
Yes, Darksoul remembered something! He cleared his throat, tossing his head up and bursting out into a powerful tenor melody: "The moon shines bright before me..." (It was afternoon, and so cloudy not a single hint of blue peeked through the stormclouds above. Certainly no moon to be seen.) "Lowering my head, I, uh... meditate? mesmerize? the homeland... um..."
Dang. He really should have paid more attention. Clearing his throat again, Darksoul awkwardly lowered his head and plodded onward. Let's pretend that never happened, shall we?
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