Post by avari on Oct 22, 2005 16:12:51 GMT -5
Battlecry: Avari
Armour: Freisian/Arabian
Measurments: 16h
Placement: Unto the Devil.
Winters: 4
Warpaint: Porcelain, ashen tipped cord and chains.
Disposition: Witty, bold, mysterious, intelligent, seductive.
Test: (from another rp)
Faded stalks sliced the heavy atmosphere, snowtouched cords danced a top her bobbing hocks. The quicksilver shell brushed the low-lying belly of the smothering vapour, silven follicles collected the dew at ready. Hueless wench was flung through the haunting columns, snaking limps casted cobwebbed shadows across her igressing figure. The ubrupt cease of action caused lith tendrils to splay athwart her turgid boa. Crafted tiara was positioned with dignity, a quality lost 'pon most satan adulators. Delicate harks arose from their quiescent location, searching for the inevitable arrival of another...
A cruel temptress, such foolery of courting is lost upon her blackened heart. Her icy demeanor is only the beginning of the malicious core that lays dormant beneath the taint of a moon-washed facade. Her frosted center belongs to none. None has caused for this icy nymph to feel remorse or compassion, but perhaps someday this banshee shall be loved..
Armour: Freisian/Arabian
Measurments: 16h
Placement: Unto the Devil.
Winters: 4
Warpaint: Porcelain, ashen tipped cord and chains.
Disposition: Witty, bold, mysterious, intelligent, seductive.
Test: (from another rp)
Faded stalks sliced the heavy atmosphere, snowtouched cords danced a top her bobbing hocks. The quicksilver shell brushed the low-lying belly of the smothering vapour, silven follicles collected the dew at ready. Hueless wench was flung through the haunting columns, snaking limps casted cobwebbed shadows across her igressing figure. The ubrupt cease of action caused lith tendrils to splay athwart her turgid boa. Crafted tiara was positioned with dignity, a quality lost 'pon most satan adulators. Delicate harks arose from their quiescent location, searching for the inevitable arrival of another...
A cruel temptress, such foolery of courting is lost upon her blackened heart. Her icy demeanor is only the beginning of the malicious core that lays dormant beneath the taint of a moon-washed facade. Her frosted center belongs to none. None has caused for this icy nymph to feel remorse or compassion, but perhaps someday this banshee shall be loved..
