Post by nevaeh on Feb 25, 2007 21:20:10 GMT -5
Age: 5 Revolutions
Sex: Banshee
Breed: A known arabian ancestry with mere thoroughbred crimson
Height: 15.2hh
Lineage: Unknown
Offspring: None
Birth Alliance/ Current Alliance: Born and nurtured a light, but tortured to a neutral from her horrid past.
Physical Appearance: Long, slender stilts caress a rather bulky and enlarged canvas in rough movements. Her peltry slinks vividly with her constantly exchanging gait, moving at a rhythm. Ebon stained stockings line her limbs as well as her thick mug. Almond lanterns are always gazed with undecided emotions, seeming a bit cold. Her raven tinted locks and plumage serve as a great mechanism that helps to relieve itches on her dainty coat. Creamy platinum coat is thick at that and seeps over her canvas from her dense damsel stripe.
Persona: This damsel is perhaps confusing in her path of instincts. Her nature varies upon scenario to scenario, always to be defined immediately by the opposing equine. She will never revert her decisions of nature, but merely make it flexible with her schedule as she tends to do so. Many question her authority as her wild antics may become dull and drained of their life. Once again, it all ravels down to the current event in time.
When in no way threatened or taunted by the opposing equine, she has no reason as to put up a raging fight, but respect their presence more so. In this state of mind, she is calmed and carefree of her scenery. If for some reason delighted by another's presence, she may even spoil her daily routine and encourage a bit of fun. Outgoing in ways, she is always available for the excitement of socialization with the outside atmosphere. A truly enjoyable equine to be around with her heart secured in a kind manor of behavior.
During a time of war raging out of her canvas, she may at times become vicious and malicious. This includes the cruel taunting and teasing of her mental or physical beings. At no circumstances will she tremble and regard a fight as too risky for she is one to take immediate action. Her mocking is insulting, rampaged with hatred and anger. She won't take anything from any living, breathing object on this lithosphere.
Other: There is a bleak outline that leads to an undecided silhouette...
As a youngen she was deeply moved when her beloved herd was ambushed with the murderers robbing every equine of their dignity and soul. Luckily she had merely escaped the massacre as she trembled under a shaken log. A glaze of hatred flooded her crystalline lanterns as she not only visualized but viewed her dear parents being staggered to their death toll. Weeping, sobbing heavily a malicious czar made his way to her presence. He had only laughed in amusement and whipped her up in his treacherous ivories. Prancing triumphantly to the lord, the one that would not savor your soul any longer. She was already surrendering her soul to him before he ordered the hellion to drop her.
A year or so later, the lord had progress on mending her nature to darkness. Nevaeh had begun the chaotic life as a delicate light and now followed the neutral ways temporarily, or so they thought. Miraculously, she escaped the terrifying cave to wander over the vast lithosphere. Coming to these wondrous lands, she ponders about a new life as a neutral, not too much of a cold equine is she. To this day she fears the harsh nature of behavior, but is merely hesitant to rampage against them for she now knows their sly tricks and turns.
Sample Post: Heavens bared reluctantly to caress the sun in war against dawn's subtle approach. To no avail, the glare's were too strong for the simmering sky and rose out across the horizon. It was a re-inaction of a young damsel. Stilts braced themselves for the upcoming upheaval of the sleet gray canvas. The sun's radiant attempts of awakening broke her of her deep slumber. Visionaries were fluttering ever so slightly as she strained to a stand. Once her talons were planted in tact with the parchment, nares flared heavily. A low snort of frustration emitted from her deep gullet. Awakening was always quite nerve wrecking to this equine.
The days were beginning to shorten in thought while minds expanded in hope of survival through the winter's harsh cold. Nevaeh was just one of those. Icy almond hued lanterns peered about the beautiful lithosphere in search of something....something unusual....a large, handsome masculine of her dreams to rescue her from the wake of chaos. Of course, it seemed a fairytale but in Nevaeh's widely-spanned mind it was very possible to accomplish. Velvet-serened chasms curled into a warm smirk of disbelief. Ebon tainted whipcord rested limply for a moment, before being forced in labor. Ivory mug dipped slightly before being strewn to the heavens, shaking her thick dream box wildly. Soft nicker rustled in her apex, soon emitting her labrums as a melodious nicker.
Jowls parted momentarily before ivories made their way to the stale oxygen. Velveteens lipped lightly at the lush, rolling emerald shrubbery before her ivories nipped solemnly to fulfill her anxiety of famish. A little dusk feast always started off the chilling day.Harsh winds began to howl in the distance as it echoed throughout the vast scopes and soon wrestled with her slender framework.
In a bleak attempt to win over some exercise, she broke out into a swift canter. At first, a bit rough but smoothed out greatly once she was racing the wind with triumph. Limbs flailed as if in hatred at the ivorn tainted nuisance they called snow, carefree of her surroundings. Peltry slunk vividly with the rapid exchanging of her gait. The sun peaking shyly over the scopes casted mild glares on her shaken peltry, causing it to shimmer gorgeously. Soft, melodious call of distress emitted her apex before halting abruptly on a well-furnished hill. Nape arched as dome hung low, tassels brewing up in the wind as if robbing her of her freedom. Stalks nipped lightly at her hocks, forelock brushed from her forehead to reveal an unusual, but unique marking of a perfect ivory heart.
Nevaeh Skye rather not allow visage of this obscure scene but no other presence was known of so she had no worries. Twin peaks flickered uncertainly before pinning at the obnoxious, frantic frets of other creatures among the large expansion of lithosphere. She later came to the conclusion that her former call had the power to give her dignity....authority....maybe even her virginity away. But that didn't stop this ongoing banshee. She stood, muscles tense, but not visible as she awaited the arrival of another. Today, an unknown hellion was going to participate unknowingly in an exhausting war of claimance.
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