[ToastingCinnamon]

Username: cinnamon~toastie
Name: Orange Soda
Nicknames: Orange, Soda, or Fizz
Age: 18 years
Gender: Male/Stallion
Height: 8 feet.

Art: WIP

[Mitta2345]

Username:
mitta2345

Name:
Admiral

Age:
5 years

Gender:
Stally

Height:
8 feet

Other:
I guessed that something was wrong as soon as I opened the door. Yes it was wrong, very wrong indeed.
The hallway outside was light and airy, yet this new room seemed muggy. I could not see a thing, even after my eyes had adjusted. I didn’t often have a sense of self-preservation, and I didn’t have it now, though alarm bells should have been ringing in my head. My feet should have been locked to the floor, my eyes should have been wide from fear, yet I did not feel a thing.
I stepped inside, a cloud of dust rising from the dark floor. I fumbled on the wall for the light switch. The paper covering on the walls felt dry and crisp, and even as I groped around large parts fell away into my hands. I guessed this room hadn’t been entered in many years, and it was definitely put on the top of my mental to-do-list.
Finally I found the smooth cold metal surrounding the switch for the light, I flicked it quickly. My fingers had left marks on the flushed surface, my heat on the cold. I stared at them for a while longer. And then I turned around.
The red carpet was faded and the curtains were dusty (though not moth eaten I thankfully noted). There was a large four poster bad on my right, and a huge, white bay window on my left. The latticed panes were fogged up, and I stepped over to take a look outside. A thin layer of fog lay over the magnificent fields of the manor. An even thicker layer of clouds covered the sky, it was like being in a cage here, you could never see the sky. I opened the window as wide as it would go to ease my claustrophobia.
The cool breeze drifted in through the window, and despite its actual temperature, it made me feel warm inside, I hadn’t realised I was cold. I leant further out of the window, inhaling the glorious scent that drifted past. Beautiful scents of rose, lavender, fresh cut grass, daises, apple blossom, freesia and fresh strawberries. Each gust of wind blew a different scent at me, each one more exquisite than the last.
I pivoted back, away from the window, back to the unkempt gloriousness of the room. I started, and stepped back, almost falling out of the gaping window. My eyes flew shut, surprised by the sudden appearance. I steadied myself, turned back to the room and opened my eyes.
If I had ever thought I was alone here, in this rambling manor house in this deserted moorland, I couldn’t have been more wrong.

[Brittannie]

the point of the poem above is the way i imagine the scene of le soleil being born in the sky . . . if that makes any sense ? ? i'm not sure if it does to you but i think this is basically the description of le soleil in my eyes . . . { yeah . i'm totally the weirdest person in the world l o l }

[PantheraUncia]

Username: Leopard303
Name: Orange Rain
Age: 5
Gender: Male/Stallion
Height: 8 feet.

Other:

A drop came down,
and the drop feel on me.
It was a vivid color,
a vivid orange.

Like the sun was raining,
I danced in the rain.
A warm drop splattered across my face.
And I Danced more.
And more.
And more.

Until the rain stopped.
And my amazement was replaced,
with happiness.

Happiness that it happened.
Happiness that I saw it.
Happiness that I Felt it.

Happiness that I danced.
I danced with the Orange rain.

[Aizui]

-withdrawn- not qualified to participate.

[Brittannie]

i'm just wondering, because it's been a while, are we going to get this tempestine or not?

[Merlin's Heir]

υѕєяηαмє:
TheHorseWhisperer
ƒυℓℓ ηαмє:
Iliofotiá
вαяη ηαмє:
Ilio
мєαηιηg αη∂ σяιgιη:
Iliofotiá is Greek for "sun fire", Ilio is Greek for "sun"
яєαѕση ƒσя ηαмє:
I think it suits him perfectly. His colors are like that of the setting sun, and he looks like a fiery, spirited stallion to me.
αgє:
4 years
gєη∂єя:
Stallion
нєιgнт:
8 feet
ρσєм:
His bright eyes afire and hooves like gold,
A setting sun, a rising one,
A legend in stone, ages old,
Ilio, lord of the sun.

A fierce spirit to dominate all,
A golden horse from times long past,
Wild and free, his triumphant call,
Strong, fierce, shining, fast.

Flaming mane and tail afire,
That setting sun, that rising one,
Brighter than the brightest pyre,
Ilio, king of the sun.

[Ovacalix]

Im so sorry for the delay guys, I have so many things to catch up on and so little time due to school.

Seeing that someone just joined in, I will give three hours to finish up forums.

Sorry ;m;

[~ F o l t i c e ~]

When are you going to announce a winner....cause it's been a while.

[icetea~]

Ducktape!!!!!!!!!! You musn't rust the master!! LOL XD