Post by A P O L L O // on Apr 12, 2009 9:41:28 GMT -5
D R A F T . H Y B R I D
The best of both worlds.
D A P P L E D . P A L O M I N O
The golden boy shines the brightest.
H A Z E L
An attractive staining for a soulless stare.
I M M O R T A L
Age is but a number, only the body grows older.
E M P E R O R
The more dominant gender. Stronger, bigger, better.
T H E S T R A L
Cold blooded, fearless, cruel and oh, I’m missing a heart.
A P O L L O
A name is nothing but a word unless you associate it with greatness.
.x.
P H Y S I Q U E
This is my temple.
Immensely powerful, his structure is strong and heavily built but his movements are nimble and swift, almost predatory. A noble skull is hidden amongst the thick mass of untended laces, a cold stare possessed by expressionless and yet unnervingly beautiful eyes. The form is well proportioned, lean muscle hidden beneath a glossy golden hide. The limbs are long, sturdy and lightly feathered, enabling his exterior to reach a towering height. The longest strands of his creamy whip brush against strong, clean hocks leading to iron like hooves which can pack a jaw breaking punch.
God like? You bet.
.x.
T E M P E R A M E N T
And this is me.
Apollo in Greek mythology was the God of light, sun, truth and prophecy but my Apollo is a vicious, blood thirsty beast, in every sense of the word. Careless and greedy, Apollo takes what he wants and he gets what he wants. He’s a murderer and a rapist. Just imagine a child of his growing in a whorish womb? It would be a freak of nature. Half pure genius and yet disgustingly useless. That is why a good kick to the stomach is necessary, might as well kill the babe now. He won’t have a juvenile of his, sharing bloodlines with a slxt that he picked up. Oh no, but neither is he capable of love. Feelings are not associated with this satanic animal. He does as he pleases. Get in his way, I dare you.
.x.
S A M P L E . P O S T
Meet your king.
Large, round flints struck the sodden topography with force, reckless and untamed energy flooding his veins, mingling with the dirty blood that surfed continuously through the tunnels. He made no effort to hide or conceal his motions, there was no need to be silent when you have nothing to fear. Softly feathered appendages stretched out, eating at the ground as his pace quickened slightly to a brisk walk. Acoustics swivelled upon their axis in vain before folding beneath the thick mass of creamy tendrils that swayed against his thick, naturally arched curvature. There was no one lingering within this barren world. No one unlucky enough to encounter the golden demon. Crimson rimmed vents dilated rapidly, the cold oxygen searing against the tender flesh of his air passages. The beast manoeuvred with an ease which wasn’t often linked to such a heavily built structure. But he was an exception. Untended whip lashed against powerfully rotating quarters, the bulky muscles rippling as his stride lengthened, the abundant foliage snapping beneath his impressive mass. Apollo slunk through the dead oaks, his noble zenith held arrogantly aloof before he paused abruptly, black lappets parting as a trumpeting cry shattered the deafening silence. Hazel portals shone with malice as a cruel expression distorted his otherwise handsome features, the hints of a sneer creeping to his velvety muzzle. He was a vision of utter perfection and pure danger. A force to be reckoned with.
The best of both worlds.
D A P P L E D . P A L O M I N O
The golden boy shines the brightest.
H A Z E L
An attractive staining for a soulless stare.
I M M O R T A L
Age is but a number, only the body grows older.
E M P E R O R
The more dominant gender. Stronger, bigger, better.
T H E S T R A L
Cold blooded, fearless, cruel and oh, I’m missing a heart.
A P O L L O
A name is nothing but a word unless you associate it with greatness.
.x.
P H Y S I Q U E
This is my temple.
Immensely powerful, his structure is strong and heavily built but his movements are nimble and swift, almost predatory. A noble skull is hidden amongst the thick mass of untended laces, a cold stare possessed by expressionless and yet unnervingly beautiful eyes. The form is well proportioned, lean muscle hidden beneath a glossy golden hide. The limbs are long, sturdy and lightly feathered, enabling his exterior to reach a towering height. The longest strands of his creamy whip brush against strong, clean hocks leading to iron like hooves which can pack a jaw breaking punch.
God like? You bet.
.x.
T E M P E R A M E N T
And this is me.
Apollo in Greek mythology was the God of light, sun, truth and prophecy but my Apollo is a vicious, blood thirsty beast, in every sense of the word. Careless and greedy, Apollo takes what he wants and he gets what he wants. He’s a murderer and a rapist. Just imagine a child of his growing in a whorish womb? It would be a freak of nature. Half pure genius and yet disgustingly useless. That is why a good kick to the stomach is necessary, might as well kill the babe now. He won’t have a juvenile of his, sharing bloodlines with a slxt that he picked up. Oh no, but neither is he capable of love. Feelings are not associated with this satanic animal. He does as he pleases. Get in his way, I dare you.
.x.
S A M P L E . P O S T
Meet your king.
Large, round flints struck the sodden topography with force, reckless and untamed energy flooding his veins, mingling with the dirty blood that surfed continuously through the tunnels. He made no effort to hide or conceal his motions, there was no need to be silent when you have nothing to fear. Softly feathered appendages stretched out, eating at the ground as his pace quickened slightly to a brisk walk. Acoustics swivelled upon their axis in vain before folding beneath the thick mass of creamy tendrils that swayed against his thick, naturally arched curvature. There was no one lingering within this barren world. No one unlucky enough to encounter the golden demon. Crimson rimmed vents dilated rapidly, the cold oxygen searing against the tender flesh of his air passages. The beast manoeuvred with an ease which wasn’t often linked to such a heavily built structure. But he was an exception. Untended whip lashed against powerfully rotating quarters, the bulky muscles rippling as his stride lengthened, the abundant foliage snapping beneath his impressive mass. Apollo slunk through the dead oaks, his noble zenith held arrogantly aloof before he paused abruptly, black lappets parting as a trumpeting cry shattered the deafening silence. Hazel portals shone with malice as a cruel expression distorted his otherwise handsome features, the hints of a sneer creeping to his velvety muzzle. He was a vision of utter perfection and pure danger. A force to be reckoned with.
