Post by xxx on Apr 17, 2006 21:06:18 GMT -5
Horses of Zanzibar
A horse rpg
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The sky is never the limit...
Patterned steps take you closer to destination as your silky Banner Waves in the wind, you love to run, and are very speedy... the swift herd is your calling...
or maybe
You move, bounding over the lome beneath you as you make your way to where you are meant to be. Your muscals rippiling in the wind, like a devine ocean. You are strong, no other can match up against you, you belong to the power herd.
it could even be..
Your wings trust against the wind as you make your move bounding over the land, up in the sky. Such a sight it is to see the world from up above. The sky is never the limit for you... you have magical powers, because you belong to the enchanted herd.
is it
Your dark orbs sink into all other equines that pass you. You have no need for lights and neutrals, they are all whimps. All care, and share, nothing but happieness, and what ever happened to love? No need, your cold heart has no desire for it, you belong to the Phantom Herd.
Many groups, but only one you fit into. Join us where the sky is never the limit, come see where you just might belong, if you can survive that is...
A horse rpg
www.blizzystarlight.proboards79.com
The sky is never the limit...
Patterned steps take you closer to destination as your silky Banner Waves in the wind, you love to run, and are very speedy... the swift herd is your calling...
or maybe
You move, bounding over the lome beneath you as you make your way to where you are meant to be. Your muscals rippiling in the wind, like a devine ocean. You are strong, no other can match up against you, you belong to the power herd.
it could even be..
Your wings trust against the wind as you make your move bounding over the land, up in the sky. Such a sight it is to see the world from up above. The sky is never the limit for you... you have magical powers, because you belong to the enchanted herd.
is it
Your dark orbs sink into all other equines that pass you. You have no need for lights and neutrals, they are all whimps. All care, and share, nothing but happieness, and what ever happened to love? No need, your cold heart has no desire for it, you belong to the Phantom Herd.
Many groups, but only one you fit into. Join us where the sky is never the limit, come see where you just might belong, if you can survive that is...