Post by hermyia on Feb 20, 2006 20:32:53 GMT -4
Name:Amira
Path: Dark (duh)
Breed:egyptian arabian
Age:5
Gender:female
Markings:none
Color: porcelain
History: secret
Personality: none of your buisness
Example Post: (taken from a diiferent rp! sry im in a rush and dont have time to make up another post!)
Huntress of russet stain weaved through the foliage, branches scrapping along her sides, poking and proding her. she did not mind the pain that they produced, in fact she quite enjoyed it. smirk tugged at her features, but quickly vanished as she emerged from the shadows. the harsh rays of the sun beating down 'pon her hyde, talons protruded from their encasements, peircing the soft muddy topo, as she padded along. seekers of a deep aqua shade scanning the vast plains, spotting the ebbon creature that was her 'master'. low snicker seeped from her clenched trap, slicers grinded together as she journeyed onward.
she was well aware of where she was, simply by the scents that traveled through her nasal passages. the scents of fellow darkling washed over her along with the scents of secretions they had left behind. look of distaste was plastered 'pon her features. so that mutt has brought me here. for what purposes? does he really think i'll let him pentrate me with his fluids/ let him inject me with his seed, his filth? HA! never! that d**n fool! oh he'll be in for a big surprise, a surprise indeed.
now the bytch was close, so close she could touch him, but sadly did no such thing. she circled around to face him, all expression gone from her facet. lampistra held no expression only a cold glare which was cast in the direction of the mutt. in a way she was glad, for now was the time she could really toy with him, make him know who was boss. let him see how tough she real;ly was. yes this was going to be fun.
trap wrinkled back, slicers bared as a snarl creeped from her vocals, traveling to the harks of kamik.So, you have brought me to these lands of unity. for what purpose? for you to inject me with your filth? to penetrate me with your fluids? to take away my virginty? listen to me closely mutt, i will never let you get close to me, never let you seduce me, so don't even try. go ahead threaten me with your pitiful exuses. 'cause frankly i don't care. go ahead throw me out of your harem, make me a skila, do what you like, but i warn you, touch me and you die. i don't give a d*** if you an alpha. you think i want your affection? boy are you wrong! never could i want something less, but what is this i smell/ the scent of another mixed with your putrid scent? so you have been to the claming lands, taken another under your wing eh? i feel bad for her, perhaps you have actually done something right for once. now mutt what do you have to say? or has the cat got your tongue?
trap snapped shut, harks laced to her crania, seekers glaring at the mutt befoire her. waiting for his response, his next move. rump lowered to the geo, plumage curling tight around it.let the fun begin.
Path: Dark (duh)
Breed:egyptian arabian
Age:5
Gender:female
Markings:none
Color: porcelain
History: secret
Personality: none of your buisness
Example Post: (taken from a diiferent rp! sry im in a rush and dont have time to make up another post!)
Huntress of russet stain weaved through the foliage, branches scrapping along her sides, poking and proding her. she did not mind the pain that they produced, in fact she quite enjoyed it. smirk tugged at her features, but quickly vanished as she emerged from the shadows. the harsh rays of the sun beating down 'pon her hyde, talons protruded from their encasements, peircing the soft muddy topo, as she padded along. seekers of a deep aqua shade scanning the vast plains, spotting the ebbon creature that was her 'master'. low snicker seeped from her clenched trap, slicers grinded together as she journeyed onward.
she was well aware of where she was, simply by the scents that traveled through her nasal passages. the scents of fellow darkling washed over her along with the scents of secretions they had left behind. look of distaste was plastered 'pon her features. so that mutt has brought me here. for what purposes? does he really think i'll let him pentrate me with his fluids/ let him inject me with his seed, his filth? HA! never! that d**n fool! oh he'll be in for a big surprise, a surprise indeed.
now the bytch was close, so close she could touch him, but sadly did no such thing. she circled around to face him, all expression gone from her facet. lampistra held no expression only a cold glare which was cast in the direction of the mutt. in a way she was glad, for now was the time she could really toy with him, make him know who was boss. let him see how tough she real;ly was. yes this was going to be fun.
trap wrinkled back, slicers bared as a snarl creeped from her vocals, traveling to the harks of kamik.So, you have brought me to these lands of unity. for what purpose? for you to inject me with your filth? to penetrate me with your fluids? to take away my virginty? listen to me closely mutt, i will never let you get close to me, never let you seduce me, so don't even try. go ahead threaten me with your pitiful exuses. 'cause frankly i don't care. go ahead throw me out of your harem, make me a skila, do what you like, but i warn you, touch me and you die. i don't give a d*** if you an alpha. you think i want your affection? boy are you wrong! never could i want something less, but what is this i smell/ the scent of another mixed with your putrid scent? so you have been to the claming lands, taken another under your wing eh? i feel bad for her, perhaps you have actually done something right for once. now mutt what do you have to say? or has the cat got your tongue?
trap snapped shut, harks laced to her crania, seekers glaring at the mutt befoire her. waiting for his response, his next move. rump lowered to the geo, plumage curling tight around it.let the fun begin.
