Post by Pirouette on Jan 9, 2006 20:33:35 GMT -4
(Hey guys, its Trave)
Name: Pirouette
Path: Dark
Breed: Undecided... not going to be an arab though lolz
Age: 6
Gender: Mare
Markings: dono... when i make my piceh i will know though and put all this stuff i don't know in my siggy
Color: dono
History: Brother Angelus torchered her when she was young. He left a scar in her mind (Andreana). thats really the only important thing
Personality: Insane and scitzo
Example Post: Ok here is one that I made for a wolf RPG that I kinda like, the ones I really like got deleted. If you need one that I made for a horse or of Piro and not Andreana then I can make one.
Snow was falling form the northern sky in the new land of Equusoul where Pirouette had found herself magically inherit. One minute, she had been out of control, Andreana ruling every move they made, ready to fight their new arch enemy Ardennas, but now she was somewhere else. It was a high altitude, so high that breathing came a bit harder for her then it normally would but she sucked up the oxygen she could capture. Smaller mountains surrounded her huge peak. Looking down over the edge white capped mountains were visible for miles until the horizon, where the white caps met with the cloudy grey sky. They were a bit hard to see however, for the snow falling upon them was creating a vague white appearance upon everything around. Pirouette looked around, staring wide eyed at the falling white stuff. What’s happening?... Where the hell am I? She was a bit confused. But I thought we were- Wait a minute, Her eyes sparked with excitement and understanding. Andreana was never supposed to take over like that! She was a naughty girl she was! And now the fishy god has punished her like I knew he would one day! I knew she would go POOF! Huh… I wonder if he ate her…
"Piroetta, arresto che daydreaming abbiamo lavoro da fare!" {“Pirouette, stop daydreaming we have work to be done!”}
“AAAAH!” Pirouette’s scream of surprise was loud, but did not seem so in such high altitude. It sort of waved out, fading away. She must have jumped three feet in the air, her full body height, out of surprise. Looking around wildly she called out, “Andreana? Is that you?”
“No, è il sig. Chickalump il vostro professionista del cappotto!” {“No, it is Mr. Chickalump your coat professional!”} Andreana replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes in exasperation as she did so.
Really?! Oh I haven’t talked to you in a long time! Ok, well everyone has been telling me that a bob cut would look nice, but I’m not so sure if I agree with them. I kind of like the way you cut those poodles hair. Yeah… they’ve got a nice look; of course I don’t know what Andreana would say to a poodle cut, she tends to like our hair grow rather shabby. But of course she isn’t with me anymore so I think I will go with that Poodle-” She said it all in a rush, tilting her head from time to time until she was abruptly cut off by Andreana.
"PIROETTA! Non sono Il Sig. Chickalump! Non ci è tale lupo e neppure non avete un professionista del cappotto! Non ci sono tali cose qui! Sono ANDREANA... mi ricordo di? Il vostro lato astuto?" {“PIROUETTE! I’m NOT Mr. Chickalump! There is no such wolf and you don’t even have a coat professional! There are no such things here! I’m ANDREANA… remember? Your smart side?”} Her heavy Italian voice descended out over the mountain tops as she yelled, catching Pirouette by complete surprise. Again she jumped three feet in the air and looked around wildly to find who ever had interrupted her rant about becoming a poodle.
“What? You aren’t my hair care professional? Ah, d**n, I was getting bored with this shabby cut.” She let out a sigh, head lowering a couple of inches, ears drooping. The snow started growing heavier, flakes growing to reach the size of miniature gum balls. One extra large snow flake sort of swayed its way down through the air, landing itself comfortably on top of Pirouette's muzzle. The big blob of white stood out against her coat that she oh so wanted cut. At this her ears pricked up, eyes crossing realizing for the seconded time that the snow was falling from the sky. Oh my god... I have a piece of the cloud on my nose! THE SKY IS FALLING DOWN! Her breathing became very fast and short, eyes as wide as saucers, pupils pointed to the middle. Another flake of snow landed comfortably in front of the fist, releasing Pirouette's fright.
THE SKY IS FALLING!!! She ran like a crazy mad-man, head lowered in a little circle, rubbing the "pieces of cloud" against the snow that had landed safely, Pirouette free on the ground. Stopping abruptly she examined at her nose for a second time to see if she had successfully gotten rid of them. Her muzzle was pure white this time, covered in cold, white snow. AHHHHHHHH!!!.... Her scream continued on and on and on as she lifted her nose now high into the air trying to wave the cloud off. Occasionally she would lower it almost to the ground to rub it with her running paw. When she did this it often didn’t work so well however, and she usually ended up on her back.
"PIROETTA!" {“PIROUETTE!”} Her useless attempts at calming Pirouette were barely heard, because she just continued her screaming. Just then Andreana spotted something, something that would annoyed her beyond belief, but could be the only thing out there that could calm the crazed Piro enough to tell her that it was snowing, not falling clouds, but snowing. "PIROETTA! Sguardo! Là! Penso che abbia trovato Marioneta!" {“PIROUETTE! Look! Over there! I think I’ve found Marioneta!”} Of course it wasn’t Marioneta, the real one had suffered a very painful death back in Darkness Falls, but this mouse that looked so lost and confuse up on the summit that looked exactly like the first, minus the broken legs, bite marks, crossed eyes, ext… Even though she was dreading the moments to come spent with the mouse, she was pleased to see that Pirouette had stopped her rampage abruptly and was now looking wildly around for the mouse Marioneta.
“Do not worry little one! Pirouette is here to save the day! Save you from these falling clouds!” She paused, taking in all the air she could muster with a determined, wild-eyed look on her face. “BUTTERFLIES!!!” Shouting her war cry throughout the evening air Pirouette charged down the mouse, running right over her only to turn around and come back. Scooping the terrified mouse up in her mouth, she sat down in the snow, looking worried once again. “Now what do we do Andreana? We must save our lives before-
"chiudali in su parte inutile di carne! Le nubi non stanno cadendo! STA NEVICANDO! Ya sa? Quello è come la neve ottiene sulla TERRA! Dal CIELO! Siete stupider che gli elefanti sopra in Africa..." {“Shut up you useless piece of flesh! The clouds are not falling down! It’s SNOWING! Ya know? That’s how the snow gets on the GROUND! From the SKY! You’re stupider than the elephants over in Africa…”}
“Snowing? Really? Oh… Well now we know don’t we Marioneta? And Pirouette trotted away happily, humming the Barnie theme song as she went. Marioneta swayed in her mouth as she went.
Name: Pirouette
Path: Dark
Breed: Undecided... not going to be an arab though lolz
Age: 6
Gender: Mare
Markings: dono... when i make my piceh i will know though and put all this stuff i don't know in my siggy
Color: dono
History: Brother Angelus torchered her when she was young. He left a scar in her mind (Andreana). thats really the only important thing
Personality: Insane and scitzo
Example Post: Ok here is one that I made for a wolf RPG that I kinda like, the ones I really like got deleted. If you need one that I made for a horse or of Piro and not Andreana then I can make one.
Snow was falling form the northern sky in the new land of Equusoul where Pirouette had found herself magically inherit. One minute, she had been out of control, Andreana ruling every move they made, ready to fight their new arch enemy Ardennas, but now she was somewhere else. It was a high altitude, so high that breathing came a bit harder for her then it normally would but she sucked up the oxygen she could capture. Smaller mountains surrounded her huge peak. Looking down over the edge white capped mountains were visible for miles until the horizon, where the white caps met with the cloudy grey sky. They were a bit hard to see however, for the snow falling upon them was creating a vague white appearance upon everything around. Pirouette looked around, staring wide eyed at the falling white stuff. What’s happening?... Where the hell am I? She was a bit confused. But I thought we were- Wait a minute, Her eyes sparked with excitement and understanding. Andreana was never supposed to take over like that! She was a naughty girl she was! And now the fishy god has punished her like I knew he would one day! I knew she would go POOF! Huh… I wonder if he ate her…
"Piroetta, arresto che daydreaming abbiamo lavoro da fare!" {“Pirouette, stop daydreaming we have work to be done!”}
“AAAAH!” Pirouette’s scream of surprise was loud, but did not seem so in such high altitude. It sort of waved out, fading away. She must have jumped three feet in the air, her full body height, out of surprise. Looking around wildly she called out, “Andreana? Is that you?”
“No, è il sig. Chickalump il vostro professionista del cappotto!” {“No, it is Mr. Chickalump your coat professional!”} Andreana replied sarcastically, rolling her eyes in exasperation as she did so.
Really?! Oh I haven’t talked to you in a long time! Ok, well everyone has been telling me that a bob cut would look nice, but I’m not so sure if I agree with them. I kind of like the way you cut those poodles hair. Yeah… they’ve got a nice look; of course I don’t know what Andreana would say to a poodle cut, she tends to like our hair grow rather shabby. But of course she isn’t with me anymore so I think I will go with that Poodle-” She said it all in a rush, tilting her head from time to time until she was abruptly cut off by Andreana.
"PIROETTA! Non sono Il Sig. Chickalump! Non ci è tale lupo e neppure non avete un professionista del cappotto! Non ci sono tali cose qui! Sono ANDREANA... mi ricordo di? Il vostro lato astuto?" {“PIROUETTE! I’m NOT Mr. Chickalump! There is no such wolf and you don’t even have a coat professional! There are no such things here! I’m ANDREANA… remember? Your smart side?”} Her heavy Italian voice descended out over the mountain tops as she yelled, catching Pirouette by complete surprise. Again she jumped three feet in the air and looked around wildly to find who ever had interrupted her rant about becoming a poodle.
“What? You aren’t my hair care professional? Ah, d**n, I was getting bored with this shabby cut.” She let out a sigh, head lowering a couple of inches, ears drooping. The snow started growing heavier, flakes growing to reach the size of miniature gum balls. One extra large snow flake sort of swayed its way down through the air, landing itself comfortably on top of Pirouette's muzzle. The big blob of white stood out against her coat that she oh so wanted cut. At this her ears pricked up, eyes crossing realizing for the seconded time that the snow was falling from the sky. Oh my god... I have a piece of the cloud on my nose! THE SKY IS FALLING DOWN! Her breathing became very fast and short, eyes as wide as saucers, pupils pointed to the middle. Another flake of snow landed comfortably in front of the fist, releasing Pirouette's fright.
THE SKY IS FALLING!!! She ran like a crazy mad-man, head lowered in a little circle, rubbing the "pieces of cloud" against the snow that had landed safely, Pirouette free on the ground. Stopping abruptly she examined at her nose for a second time to see if she had successfully gotten rid of them. Her muzzle was pure white this time, covered in cold, white snow. AHHHHHHHH!!!.... Her scream continued on and on and on as she lifted her nose now high into the air trying to wave the cloud off. Occasionally she would lower it almost to the ground to rub it with her running paw. When she did this it often didn’t work so well however, and she usually ended up on her back.
"PIROETTA!" {“PIROUETTE!”} Her useless attempts at calming Pirouette were barely heard, because she just continued her screaming. Just then Andreana spotted something, something that would annoyed her beyond belief, but could be the only thing out there that could calm the crazed Piro enough to tell her that it was snowing, not falling clouds, but snowing. "PIROETTA! Sguardo! Là! Penso che abbia trovato Marioneta!" {“PIROUETTE! Look! Over there! I think I’ve found Marioneta!”} Of course it wasn’t Marioneta, the real one had suffered a very painful death back in Darkness Falls, but this mouse that looked so lost and confuse up on the summit that looked exactly like the first, minus the broken legs, bite marks, crossed eyes, ext… Even though she was dreading the moments to come spent with the mouse, she was pleased to see that Pirouette had stopped her rampage abruptly and was now looking wildly around for the mouse Marioneta.
“Do not worry little one! Pirouette is here to save the day! Save you from these falling clouds!” She paused, taking in all the air she could muster with a determined, wild-eyed look on her face. “BUTTERFLIES!!!” Shouting her war cry throughout the evening air Pirouette charged down the mouse, running right over her only to turn around and come back. Scooping the terrified mouse up in her mouth, she sat down in the snow, looking worried once again. “Now what do we do Andreana? We must save our lives before-
"chiudali in su parte inutile di carne! Le nubi non stanno cadendo! STA NEVICANDO! Ya sa? Quello è come la neve ottiene sulla TERRA! Dal CIELO! Siete stupider che gli elefanti sopra in Africa..." {“Shut up you useless piece of flesh! The clouds are not falling down! It’s SNOWING! Ya know? That’s how the snow gets on the GROUND! From the SKY! You’re stupider than the elephants over in Africa…”}
“Snowing? Really? Oh… Well now we know don’t we Marioneta? And Pirouette trotted away happily, humming the Barnie theme song as she went. Marioneta swayed in her mouth as she went.
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