Post by Havoc on Jun 11, 2009 16:54:07 GMT -5
X. Argo .X
He had been craving to claim a land for so long he didn't care what it looked like or what it had in it maybe he would care in what it had in it like any annoying fucking pesks, they would die because he would kill them. Argo is a strong and a mass destruction stallion, whoever is in his path beware of him because you might end up dead if you don't play your cards right. His a harsh stallion, if you're injured he would do you a favour and just kill you but if you're being a smartass to him you would have a painful, slow death. His glare is like a stare from death, no one would see what he has seen, his grin is a slight mystery, his looks are sexy and mares drool over him which makes him a deadly predator, everything of him even his scent brings mares to him and they can't help it, he loves it.
Trotting powefully he arched his crest and dipped his head inwards to his chest, lifting his limbs high he held his position making him strong and powerful looking, his forelock draped over his blue optics and he kept on going in search of a new land to live in. Argo stepped through puddles, and rocky terrain, he came to a halt and scanned the land. Snorting no one seemed to live here, a grin grew across his velvet rough kissers and his optics sparkled. Argo liked this place, it's now his.
He had been craving to claim a land for so long he didn't care what it looked like or what it had in it maybe he would care in what it had in it like any annoying fucking pesks, they would die because he would kill them. Argo is a strong and a mass destruction stallion, whoever is in his path beware of him because you might end up dead if you don't play your cards right. His a harsh stallion, if you're injured he would do you a favour and just kill you but if you're being a smartass to him you would have a painful, slow death. His glare is like a stare from death, no one would see what he has seen, his grin is a slight mystery, his looks are sexy and mares drool over him which makes him a deadly predator, everything of him even his scent brings mares to him and they can't help it, he loves it.
Trotting powefully he arched his crest and dipped his head inwards to his chest, lifting his limbs high he held his position making him strong and powerful looking, his forelock draped over his blue optics and he kept on going in search of a new land to live in. Argo stepped through puddles, and rocky terrain, he came to a halt and scanned the land. Snorting no one seemed to live here, a grin grew across his velvet rough kissers and his optics sparkled. Argo liked this place, it's now his.