Post by Allanon on Jan 13, 2006 18:40:10 GMT -5
Curse Us: Stumbling to Bethlehem
Dub Us: Bethlehem or Beth
Line Us: Friesian
Form Us: Femme
Season Us: 10
Elevate Us: 15.5 hh
Appraise Us: intelligent, honest, loner, out-spoken if we speak, fiery, tempermental, sad, moody, repentant, withdrawn, aloof
Unfold Us: Under a now forsaken name, this former Queen ruled beside her equally blood-thirsty, malicious, and cruel Lord in a time she wished could be forgotten. Long since turned from her former ways, this fallen seraph looks now for a land of peace and plenty where she can allow the sins of her past to be scattered like ash in the wind.
Critique Us:
Onyx femmora paced slowly through the dense woodlands, flints sinking softly into the thick loam underfoot. Nares wrinkled with disgust at the rancid scent that rose from the decaying terrain. Faint shafts of light pierced the thick canopy of pines, maples, and oaks to illuminate swirling clouds of mist that suffocated the forest. The only sound that reached her searching radar were her own whistling breaths and muffled beats. Femme focused chocolate orbs on the glimmer of a trail before her while auds scanned this odd limbo world, a world that was neither alive nor dead, for signs of inhabitance. Her soul guides were the pathetic excuse for a deer path and the rumble of a far off waterfall, a call for a parched traveller that is stronger than any lighthouse beacon is for a lost sailor.
The terra began decending steadily as the roar gew louder. Before long, minx found herself having to cautiously place each daggar on the loose shale of the trail as it switchbacked down a steep ravine towards a lush vale. A misstep sent a large rock careening over the edge, a shower of dust and gravel following in its wake. Minx paused and shook her dial to shake off her nervousness, long tassels slapping her nape as she did so. Lifting a flint again, she continued her trek towards the sparkling pool that twinkled at her from the valley below.
Once her daggers hit soft sod and emerald blades of grass, femme let out a squeal of relief and ecstacy. Kicking up her heels like a filly, she threw caution to the wind and raced headlong for the crystaline liquid. She didn't slow her rush 'til she plowed chest high into the cold aqua. Stretching her nape, minx barey rested her muzzle in the pool to drink. After several moments, she raised her head and gazed about at the gorgeous sights surrounding her. She waded to shore and to the delicious grass that carpeted the realm she hoped to call home.
Dub Us: Bethlehem or Beth
Line Us: Friesian
Form Us: Femme
Season Us: 10
Elevate Us: 15.5 hh
Appraise Us: intelligent, honest, loner, out-spoken if we speak, fiery, tempermental, sad, moody, repentant, withdrawn, aloof
Unfold Us: Under a now forsaken name, this former Queen ruled beside her equally blood-thirsty, malicious, and cruel Lord in a time she wished could be forgotten. Long since turned from her former ways, this fallen seraph looks now for a land of peace and plenty where she can allow the sins of her past to be scattered like ash in the wind.
Critique Us:
Onyx femmora paced slowly through the dense woodlands, flints sinking softly into the thick loam underfoot. Nares wrinkled with disgust at the rancid scent that rose from the decaying terrain. Faint shafts of light pierced the thick canopy of pines, maples, and oaks to illuminate swirling clouds of mist that suffocated the forest. The only sound that reached her searching radar were her own whistling breaths and muffled beats. Femme focused chocolate orbs on the glimmer of a trail before her while auds scanned this odd limbo world, a world that was neither alive nor dead, for signs of inhabitance. Her soul guides were the pathetic excuse for a deer path and the rumble of a far off waterfall, a call for a parched traveller that is stronger than any lighthouse beacon is for a lost sailor.
The terra began decending steadily as the roar gew louder. Before long, minx found herself having to cautiously place each daggar on the loose shale of the trail as it switchbacked down a steep ravine towards a lush vale. A misstep sent a large rock careening over the edge, a shower of dust and gravel following in its wake. Minx paused and shook her dial to shake off her nervousness, long tassels slapping her nape as she did so. Lifting a flint again, she continued her trek towards the sparkling pool that twinkled at her from the valley below.
Once her daggers hit soft sod and emerald blades of grass, femme let out a squeal of relief and ecstacy. Kicking up her heels like a filly, she threw caution to the wind and raced headlong for the crystaline liquid. She didn't slow her rush 'til she plowed chest high into the cold aqua. Stretching her nape, minx barey rested her muzzle in the pool to drink. After several moments, she raised her head and gazed about at the gorgeous sights surrounding her. She waded to shore and to the delicious grass that carpeted the realm she hoped to call home.
