Post by frost on Aug 31, 2005 13:30:39 GMT -4
Call me: Touch of Frost
Make me: Unicorn Mare
Side me: No one knows not even herself
Paint me: A figure of dark mahogany. A Pendulum and tassels of obsidian.
Stretch me: 16.2 hh
Age me: 4 winters
The unknown dark mahogany hued Xanthippe embarked into the encompassment. Her sun kissed and yet shadow touched cloak moved 'pon her shanks as her velvets parted to send a half winnie like a light, and a half scream like a dark. For this Essa was caught in a world in between, and her past was known only by her. Her chasms slowly moved over every emerald stalk, every leaf of the trees, and ever living thing that was around her. She stopped cold in her movements then lowered her tiara to the emerald waves of herbage that lay before her bodice. Her kissers parted to wrap around only the greenest of the stalks.
Make me: Unicorn Mare
Side me: No one knows not even herself
Paint me: A figure of dark mahogany. A Pendulum and tassels of obsidian.
Stretch me: 16.2 hh
Age me: 4 winters
The unknown dark mahogany hued Xanthippe embarked into the encompassment. Her sun kissed and yet shadow touched cloak moved 'pon her shanks as her velvets parted to send a half winnie like a light, and a half scream like a dark. For this Essa was caught in a world in between, and her past was known only by her. Her chasms slowly moved over every emerald stalk, every leaf of the trees, and ever living thing that was around her. She stopped cold in her movements then lowered her tiara to the emerald waves of herbage that lay before her bodice. Her kissers parted to wrap around only the greenest of the stalks.
