Post by heroine on May 7, 2007 21:13:27 GMT
heroine
&&your like a drug
and
im addicted to you;;
&&your like a drug
and
im addicted to you;;
age. 5 unearthly eclipses
gender. banshee
height. 16.1hh
breed. mixture of draft ancestry
looks. clickeh =] | to lazy for a description at the moment -.- |
aanndd was another of meh charries but i need to make a new one for her since i changed the name. xD
path. none. a blunt no. not even neutral, she follows none with a mixed attitude of mood swings. she doesn't enjoy immediately defining others. so why define herself?
personalty. it depends on the current scenario, whether or not she is calmed with peace or angered with temper. of course, she can contain both at separate moments in time or possibly both at once. known to possess the unusual nature, again it all ravels down to the equine secluded before her view.
you may catch the vicious side of her, which of course means you are bluntly out of luck. some may actually enjoy this hatred scorching in her auburn lanterns, those that savor her virginity. though, you may as well know that she won't bother for that nonsense. no beast shall rob her of her dignity in that way. unless of course she falls head over heals for him. but, she will let you know that that is not to ever happen in her blank future. sure, you can say she likes to play hard to get. but, that is not the true reason for her tendency to be reluctant toward hellions. it is the fact that they care about nothing but their reputation. this wench cares not for reputation, but for personality. pathetic is all she can say.
when in no way threatened or insulted, she believes there is no real reason to be angered and loose the thin layer of temper laying beneath the surface of her thick flesh. including the heavenly attention of kindness and worrisome for another soul, she is usually calm and curious about the lithosphere. many distractions can catch her attention with ease, yet some don't amuse her at the least bit and so she doesn't bother wasting her time to investigate. instead, she would rather rest and ponder hard about many, various subjects. very intelligent with other equines, her thoughts are deep and sincere with meaning. nothing can get past her naked eye.
though, even one wrong touch of a bad impression and she will not tolerate that subject any longer than need be. it would have to be defined as pointless to waste her hasty energy for one that agitates her so. temper will rise and anger will boil over to leave a malicious beast to take care of the mess that was created before her. when taunted or mocked, she may take immediate action in a fearsome battle. it depends on the matter before her. never will she back down from a fight as she will mock the other when need be. baring her pearls in the utter most want to savor crimson on her mug, she doesn't mind her reputation the least bit. it really doesn't matter if it is the opposite sex or not since other wenches are pregnant doges and hellions are only hungry for her virginity. no matter what, she will fight until she has her way in the situation. sometimes she may be too depressed and so she will allow another to beat her to the ground because of course, she is not perfect and she has some issues.
another equine form or subject must have a heck of a good reason to even have a thought of bothering her. never will she take any crap from anything. pointless. it's all pointless. why waste her perfectly balanced breath to shoo a nuisance? she won't so it doesn't even matter. most of the time she is in a bad temper and she will not stand for others commanding her. she believes that she is her own life and she shall control it by her own instincts, not by some other. her mood usually exchanges, giving this hot temper many a times. so stay out of her way and you won't be on her list of victims.
coming to her lack of independence and protectiveness, she assures that her life doesn't require a 'home'. come to think of it, she has never really defined any shelter 'home'. it is just a word to her and none the less, not a physical destination. if she can find her own meals, fight off any unwanted guests, gain shelter in nasty weather, than why join the herds that consist of only drama? she doesn't call a herd of insecure wenches and stags home. no. she calls her own shelter a place to live. the sense of intelligence that she holds is enough to give her the stability and want to protect her private possessions, and prosper from it.
History: never will she inform others of her personal interests. they don't deserve to understand her royal heritage.
Sample Post: lying was always one thing. while having an alibi was another. of course, neither was the real way to go in various situations. some may propose to an endless torture of foolish lies. those of the heavenly nature vowed never to lie for it was a sacred delicacy to have a pure life. the equines that were torn between two believes, laying in a heap of utter confusion, chose to have an odd mixture of chilling lies and detailed truths. it came naturally to a wild beast, whether or not you had to be broken in as a light hearted or a saint to all humanity. never had a dedicated dam or sire ponder allowing their offspring to leave their definition as bluntly as to nothing. not in the middle, not cruel, not kind. just plainly, nothing in life. a ghost i guess you could simply shape the youngen into. t'would do no harm, really. though, they minded the reputation of their daughter or son, not of their desires. no pity was given.
one wench in particular felt disrespected, useless, but a mere rag mopping up after others' nasty conflicts. after pondering of the alliances, she despised grouping herself. why bother with the fuss and massacres over both lithosphere and almighty power? why sacrifice such a valuable life that still has interest and curiosity of simple artifacts? why...why depend on others for her life and allow them a grant into her heart? there are quite simple answers to these multiple inquiries. don't bother. that will always be her answer to anything that involves commitment or her time. don't even begin trying to unyield her opals and give her a sense of self pity. it will never work. never will she break just that easily. it takes time. effort. amusement. personality. and something quite simple, just most bastards can't resolve that mystery of a possession. quite pathetic, if you ask her. not yet, in her miserable 5 spawnings has she come across a hellion witty enough to even begin to reveal that unique talent. yet, she still hesitates to dumbfoundedly fall in love with a beast that can scarcely remember her signature and claimed her for an act of unholy seduction. those were the type of relationships that made her regret being born, seen as how her sickening dam and sire most likely fell into that reign of ' love at first site ' crap. oh how the world has collided and fallen into such despair is this banshee's outlook on the creatures occupying and over populating this dimwitted world.
talons created a seduction with the moistened sod. it had a warmth, a sensation of depression. from this peculiar tensity in the earth's barrier, she was able to easily suspect that this turf in particular hadn't been reserved or occupied for the day coming.what better time to unexpectedly dance upon the hearth than now, when no other had decided to join her? it wasn't that this belle was uncomfortable or socially challenged with other equines. no, not even close to the matter of the fact. it was more in response to her frustration and desire to be separated from the outside world. it was her way of venting and creating a moment for her own thoughts and needs. why waste that significant time to spend attempting to shoo an unwanted guest? don't bother. ah, how she enjoyed the simplicity of such fragile lyrics. they don't seem like much at all until they are escorted out of her vocal chamber.
almond lanterns were never caught dead as delicate, soft orbs. they were always casted with a snatching glare, a glaze caked over that allows no others to have entrance into her personal emotions or feelings toward a subject. not that she has much emotion to begin and work with. it is just her matter of opinion.why have others judge you on your physical reactions to a certain desperation? they danced across the atmosphere, getting an understanding and familiarity to the surrounding precautions to take into mind. cross with anger and disbelief, they held no emotion, no life. dull and parched, she cared not of her appearance. after all, it was only her eyes. an enlarged mound of rough gray textures caught her in the midst of silent investigation. they looked coarse, jagged, dangerous. it looked as if the human race was engaged in construction but abruptly exchanged no interest. dangerous did not quite exist in her dictionary though as she held all hope with no capacity for pain.either way, the heap held fun glinting in her expression. whenever deeply obtained in interest, she feels unusually lively, almost as if she is a nimble flicka romping in the tattered scopes of vegetation. but, not to mistake her for an innocent, fun-loving belle. actually, if you think deeply about the subject, she may be found to be a pregnant dog most of the time. doesn't matter, her attitude, for she enjoys herself how she is.
dust was inhaled in her apex, not filtered through her dainty canvas.what a nuisance the substance was. a gentle wheeze escaped her labrums, expressing her lack of immunity to the breeze scoffing it in her well-sculpted features. who in their right mind had decided to smother the earth in debris, dirt and grainy sand. the tiny molecules groined against her daggers, irritating her lightly. from roaming the hearth at a constant rate, she doesn't concentrate on the nuisance enough to delay her daily activities. nares flared, another reaction to the stale air entering her system. snorting lightly, her frame continued onward unto the mound approached at a reasonable pace. coming into visage, it appeared to be worn and large. not the original pebbles lined tidily. the tension gave her anxiousness to have balance on the steep pile.
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