Post by Mystery on Nov 8, 2005 15:52:44 GMT -5
Title Me
Mystery
Cycle Me
4 Seasons
Model Me
Andalusian
Follow Me
Darkness
View Me
Mystery is a chocolate colored vixen with a good, medium build. Her tassles are a yellow-cream color and she has a triangler shape at the tip of her mug. Though she looks as though she'd be a heaven kisser, a close look at her face and optics tells all wrong. Her optics are an endless pit of black, and no expressions are witheld in them or printed on her face, ever.
Know Me
Mystery's ways are mysterious, for anyone who meets her never unravels the Mystery within. She's quiet, not shy, just quiet, and she is a bold, strong figure, more of a leader than a follower. She can hold a grudge as long as she likes, and she likes things her way. She can be stubborn as h.ell and her temper has a ver, very short fuse. She is a strong fighter, and when she does talk, she can be very sarcastic. Also, though she has only lived 4 years, she very intelligent, her wisdom coming from the fights she's fought and the things she's seen.
Record Me
Daggers rose and fell in a steady rhythm, the pouding sounds falling along with the sound of the occasional thunder. Optics were staring straight ahead in conecentration, focusing on the blurry form that stood on her home lands. Droplets of rain water began falling on her chocolate hued peltry, and the slight drizzle became a wall of thick mist as the falling became harder, and many times the demoness had to shake her visage to clear her vision. It did no good, and the form had disappeared behind the steady downpour. Only the scent of rain came to her nares, no help at all to what was there, or had been there. Snorting in frustration, the vix slowed to an alert walk, audits catching the only sound of the sound of the pounding rain. Each step the hellion took sunk her flints into the soft, muddy loam, caking her hooves with muck. This didn't bother the vix, and she continued swinging her apex from side to side, looking for any sign of the thing she'd seen before the downpour had begun. That b.itch, he should be helping me, not having the pleasure of breeding to a poser who thinks she's dark! Mystery thought to herself, knowing whenever she was done with her mission she'd chew the brute out, though it would result into a forcebreed, which was more like a reward to her. Shaking her crania for the umteenth time, she stiffened when she heard the crack of a twig nearby, and she wheeled around to come face to face with Raja, the brute who had once ruled these lands before her new king had stole them from him. Well, if it isn't my little Mystery, he hissed, grinning wickedly while he circled her, stopping near her rump. Looks like the poor little wench came running back to be, he said again, pressing his diaphragm against her hindquarters. Face it Raja, the better brute won, and excuse me while I laugh, for I was sent here to find out why you'd returned, she replied, shifting her weight to her fore-pistons and giving him a kick in the chest, smiling as he grunted in pain, but to her annoyance, he returned to his former position. Dear me, these aren't your lands that you just stepped onto. See that black lake, that is on your territory, and it seems tha you passed it, which means you are mine again, my little toy. he smirked, and she felt him mount her, but before he had adjusted himself, she pulled away, and trotted beside the lake, shaking her head in disgust. Try being a light, you won't look like such an idiot posing as a dark, she called, and began 3-beating back when Whiplash rocketed past her, and she turned to watch as another battle began, same thing, same place, same reason.
