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Post by [.ll.]ven.geance[.ll.] on Dec 4, 2006 21:51:13 GMT -5
PronouncedCynical Lullaby
called Cyn, or Lullaby
Molded Sorceress
Harem None
order Lone Mare searching for herd
twisted15 seems young for my immortal
Gateway Darq
Mother Cynical Laughter
FatherSadistic Lullaby
Mated to None
Love None
Fawn none
affectionate
Give me your pain and I’ll turn it into your pain, loneliness, flight, fighting. I like to feel free; I like to know I am unburdened and even though you may try no foool on this earth will ever tame me. I like to fly in stormy skies, I like the though of security in death. I enjot thing most wouldn’t.
loathe
I dislike you pathetic fools, who think the worst thing in life is that your love left you for another mare, I hate he stallion who cant commit themselves to other mare. Forget it I hate most of everything, I only find peace alone.
lineage Gypsy Vanner Pegi
built - 15.2
lantern glow – ebony blue
Painted
Mold me with obsidian stained alabaster. My ebony splotches look as if they were midnight blue in the solar, yet the blackest patches in the luna, my eyes that match in opposites, in the day they are black/honey, in the night they swirl with silvers and blues. Elongated threadings hang from my pistons, and curvature. My banter draggin the ground most time, a perfect show I would be in the human world, though I my hawk like wings would make it hard to ever fit in.
Personality
I am only peaceful among myself, I quarrel with most others, and those I don’t I most likely hold dear. Murderous despiteful creature I am, sarcastic yet a hopeless romantic. Suicidal when I am being my truest self, at my loneliest hour. I am arrogant, and I gleam with my pride, why be humble, the only thing people will do in this life is rip you to shreds, I will if you give me the chance.
history
Cast me away, shuned from all, but thats okay I can live with out you. The age of just a young fill, I cant remeber quite right, yeas just throw me away, chase me out, have no pitty, for thats okay, i will come back for my vengeance father. Think not that when you killed mo mpther i would run defenseless, father you gave me these wing and with thim you death will come swiftly.
ahh hope its enough, i hate the history, plaus im at school, so if spelling sucks forgive me
Password Smoke
Roleplaying Example
Alabaster figure ran ‘cross the lands as she searched for one she had heard of in stories of the olden lands. Lady’s vessel pumping the precious crimson life through out ‘er carcass as she kept er five gate race ‘cross the open lands. Cloud hued bod glowed as a last resort of light ‘pon the dimming lands as the solar set beneath the adobe, and the moon goddess took ‘er place ‘pon the heavenly throne. Ah, alas the flicka had made ot to the lands of a new age as night arrived on the earth. Femora wondered hopefully among the lands as her pace was slowed to a gated trot, would she be denied of happiness, again? Nevertheless ‘er figure paced cross the realm as she newly arrived from ‘er second home now to ‘er third. Nay, her mind only thought of a couple things and for now ‘er past was not one of them.
Ember windows gazed ‘pon the outside world as for once again it did not seem so twisted as she thought all of life would be. Raised in hate she was a creature of love, yet no one had ever unlocked that potential, for no home had been stable, or kind, perhaps they were just one of the other, yet none had lasted very long for it was now, two years she had been on her own, and a total a three rotations she had spent with others. Nay the creature of love had been buried uder the emotional pressures just to keep ‘er sanity, just to keep ‘er kindness. Her eyes gazed ‘pon the darkness of the summer nights, true everything seemed lost to darkness, yet at the same time everything seemed regained by the gentle lunar flare that caressed the ‘biosphere n its gentle held as the nigh’ was quiet ‘pon the lands.
Gentle breeze whispered to ‘er thorn as they kept aware ‘pon her ivorn skull, ‘er rampaging pistons now standing still ‘pon the hardened ground. The hardened ground was something new to the Arabic fea, long ago in ‘er realm of darkness floods and storms plagued the lands almost making it into a river a death that would wipe all the herd, yet it just stayed at a stagnate marsh that wiped the bloodied stain of the predominantly alabaster pelts for they were creatures of wicked hearts, a heart that led them to betray her. It was in ‘er innocence that she had lost everything, ‘er hearts desire to let another live damned ‘er into slavery as a yearling in the herd, she being no better than the light slaves they held captive, even though she was spawn to theirs king. Yet femme fatal merely shook ‘er dial to rid ‘erself of these terrible thoughts.
Colorless banter waved in the breeze with out resistance as the flies had yet to discover ‘er carcass. Femmes tassels revolving in the twisted winds that kept a steady blow ‘pon the lands, though true summer was upon them the wind blew like ice ‘against ‘er pelt as she shivered little in the nigh. Velveteen mug parted as she whispered ‘er arrival to the leads. ‘Er cal was swift yet loud enough to make sure ‘er presence was known, so much could be expected of these lands, yet Peresaphine merely wanted a home among others, and perhaps someone to hold most dear in er heart, yet she knew that love would most likely escape beyond ‘er boundaries and though she would have something to call family she would most likely be mate less for the eternity which was her life. So much would happen in the days to follow, now she had to wait for the next race in ‘er life.
