Post by Tessa.:. Fire's Tempest on Oct 5, 2005 19:53:48 GMT -5
OOC: I know this is my rp example but this is what I originally wrote it for.
IC: What subtle actions bring to us the illusion of courage, they compel us to believe that whatever is being said or done, is simple bravery, gallantry, anything which requires a strong will and nerves of steel. But for what we do not realise is that this courage is but a mirage in the dessert of our lives. Just a simple chimera, which hinders our very perception to make us believe what we have seen is part of the greater good. What I mean is, we all relate these words, bravery and courage to good things. Yet flaws such as envy or hate are often part of evil things. But what really does define this daring that lurks somewhere within us all.
Silver hued hooves clicked againt the steel of the concrete beneath her, but that terrain quickly changed as the gate was swung open. Her immediate reaction, and natural instinct, was to move forward into the small open pen in front of her. Humans sat on the tops of the fences around, their eyes staring intently at her like a vulture to a carcass. Air was exhaled through her nares as she snorted and began to trot swiftly in a clockwise circle. Her previous owner had for some reason not wanted her, keeping her enclosed to a stable and small pen. She continued her circle, wearing the dirt down near the fence. The announcer, whom was standing on a stage above the ring, spoke into his microphone, his voice rang out amongst the many people whom surrounded the fence. Ladies and gentlemen, just take a look at the stunning beauty that has just entered the ring. She's a pure bred American Quarter Horse, only 5 years old. She's trained in Barrel racing, and other rodeo work. Her style is western but will go to english for pleasure purposes. Let the bidding start at one hundred dollars.
IC: What subtle actions bring to us the illusion of courage, they compel us to believe that whatever is being said or done, is simple bravery, gallantry, anything which requires a strong will and nerves of steel. But for what we do not realise is that this courage is but a mirage in the dessert of our lives. Just a simple chimera, which hinders our very perception to make us believe what we have seen is part of the greater good. What I mean is, we all relate these words, bravery and courage to good things. Yet flaws such as envy or hate are often part of evil things. But what really does define this daring that lurks somewhere within us all.
Silver hued hooves clicked againt the steel of the concrete beneath her, but that terrain quickly changed as the gate was swung open. Her immediate reaction, and natural instinct, was to move forward into the small open pen in front of her. Humans sat on the tops of the fences around, their eyes staring intently at her like a vulture to a carcass. Air was exhaled through her nares as she snorted and began to trot swiftly in a clockwise circle. Her previous owner had for some reason not wanted her, keeping her enclosed to a stable and small pen. She continued her circle, wearing the dirt down near the fence. The announcer, whom was standing on a stage above the ring, spoke into his microphone, his voice rang out amongst the many people whom surrounded the fence. Ladies and gentlemen, just take a look at the stunning beauty that has just entered the ring. She's a pure bred American Quarter Horse, only 5 years old. She's trained in Barrel racing, and other rodeo work. Her style is western but will go to english for pleasure purposes. Let the bidding start at one hundred dollars.
