Post by +_euphoria_+ on Jan 31, 2012 3:43:43 GMT -5
[/size]{BURMEUDA...
hide your disease underneath the scars.
they told me seven.
kissing the stars at eighteen three hands even.
dreaming like a brute.
orbs shine a toxic aquamarine.
blood boils pure clydsedale.
hide flashes a blue roan maximal sabino.
hooves are hued stained black.
tail snaps a creamy grey.
mane caresses a soft black, grey, and white.
i am considered a wanderer.
i seem to have a love of being invisible.
burmeuda is your typical clydesdale, he's built like a house with more muscle on him than fat. when the cold comes his coat grows in thick and heavy, roaning out his usually sharply defined maximal sabino coloring. his legs are short and heavily feathered, while his barrel, chest, and flanks are long and deep, making up most of his eighteen hands. burmeuda has got the squarest head you will ever see, long and sharply boned, with a massive mug and over sized lips. the only things that are 'small' on this beast are his mane and tail, which have both been roached so short that it seems they will never grow back. to put it lightly, burmeuda is your average meathead.
sharp tongued and quick witted, burmeuda was once as sweet as sugar, but his past made him untrusting and rather cruel. truth be told he'd rather not be noticed, which is hard because, really, how often do you see a goliath horse? he prides himself on being indestructible and strong, for having an icy wall around his once flaming heart. burmeuda is like your cliche abuse survivor, get close and he'll bite your freaking head off. of course, that is understandable, seeing as he's more mess than anything else, more mess than equine. he's really an actual softy, hell, the only thing he wants in the entire world is somewhere warm and quiet all year round so he can eat, sleep, and roll in peace. see? he's a freaking kitten.
burmeuda grew up in a small band, this mother, his father, and his sister. what happens when you subtract one sister? then you're left with a mother and father. now subtract a mother. now you're left with a father. and burmeuda. burmeuda always seemed to be around. his sire...well, somethings are better left untold. long story short, his sire beat his sister to death, drove his mother off a cliff, then chased burmeuda away in a fit of rage. he was left defenseless and alone at age two, went mental, then stumbled upon this place.
see, he's still the teensiest bit crazy.
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