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Post by arrpegio on Jul 28, 2005 12:37:29 GMT -4
Sanguine stilts carried the arriving nymph to the current. Tassels allowed nothing descriptive to be shown through her visage. Pedestals entered the sod as the bloodstained, weary vixen sauntered through. Ribbons, lashed against her side as she tucked under her pedants, lowering her pallet to rest against the dewed sod. velveteens inched the ways around to crop against emerald blades.
crop, crop, crop
she silently glanced around the realm as she brought her bodice to a stand position. She began to speak.
Such a new place to wander much. But I shall began to make my statement, before I meet any brute. I run with some. I belong to none.
With that she sauntered off into the brush. whipchords being caught by the thorns, yet the witch had no time to notice.
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Post by Pirouette on Jul 28, 2005 18:39:47 GMT -4
Please include your
Name:
Path: Dark (duh)
Breed:
Age:
Gender:
Markings:
Color:
History: I know some people want their past a secret
Personality:
along with your excample post
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Post by arrpegio on Jul 29, 2005 14:06:35 GMT -4
Name: arrpegio. || forever growing
Path: Dark (duh)
Breed: spanish lined
Age: three summers
Gender: femme
Markings: Scar on neck.
Color: Sanguine
History: A tiny form was born on a beautiful day, her dam was light, Sire dark, evil, a lord of a land so great, it was hotter than hell itself. Her dam was scared, being a light, such a brute could end her life instantly, so she fled, leaving arrpegio alone. [Some light huh? lmao] Arpeggio's sire quickly found her, took her in as a dark foal. Trained her extremly well. Laced her ears, as trained her as a warrior.
Arrpegio had neverjoined a harem, and sopposivly never will, she might now though.
Personality: Somewhat self centered, She knows what she wants. And if someone comes up to her in a bad mood, She put you down more because this nymph doesnt take mess with anybody.
Sanguine stilts carried the arriving nymph to the current. Tassels allowed nothing descriptive to be shown through her visage. Pedestals entered the sod as the bloodstained, weary vixen sauntered through. Ribbons, lashed against her side as she tucked under her pedants, lowering her pallet to rest against the dewed sod. velveteens inched the ways around to crop against emerald blades.
crop, crop, crop
she silently glanced around the realm as she brought her bodice to a stand position. She began to speak.
Such a new place to wander much. But I shall began to make my statement, before I meet any brute. I run with some. I belong to none.
With that she sauntered off into the brush. whipchords being caught by the thorns, yet the witch had no time to notice.
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Post by Pirouette on Jul 30, 2005 20:56:45 GMT -4
Perfect! accepted!
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