Post by .||.Wyrd.||. on May 8, 2007 17:38:32 GMT
.||.Her parents cursed her.||.
Ruolan
.||.W,hore has been spun this many times.||.
Three
.||.She was born a.||.
S,lut
.||.This b,itch stands at.||.
15.1hh
.||.The crimson that flows within her.||.
Welsh Pony X Akhal-teke
.||.Fallen angels look like this.||.
Roaned bodice stands upon stumpy pillars of an almost coal hue. Orbs are inky & almost as ebony as her banner & tresses. Platform & nape are slightly elongted making this witch look out of proportion.
.||.Always she has been allied with.||.
None for she can never choose
.||.Her personna is.||.
This witch is your typical w,hore who gets what she wants through providing others with what they want. Although she I different in one way, this orchid is neutral. Her pet hate is definitely those stupid banshees who think themselves above others. Presumably, you can guess her love in life…
.||.The past that lies within.||.
Undocumented…
.||.An example from her past.||.
...her mind wavered in & out of consciousness. The very *friendly* person that had attacked her was in no-way a friend. Orbs scanned the area blearily & noticed the tall towers of mixed origin reaching tall above her. Ruolan could only be in one place, the Dark Forest - the place where sleepers like her were claimed as their name sake.
Slowly, roaned bodice rose so that it was perched unsteadily upon pillars. Diamonds dug into the ground as she leant against a close tower. The sod beneath had left a nasty stain across her pelt, she would have to bathe soon. Breaths were loud & labored; even breathing had become a chore. Who ever had attacked her would pay!
[/size]Ruolan
.||.W,hore has been spun this many times.||.
Three
.||.She was born a.||.
S,lut
.||.This b,itch stands at.||.
15.1hh
.||.The crimson that flows within her.||.
Welsh Pony X Akhal-teke
.||.Fallen angels look like this.||.
Roaned bodice stands upon stumpy pillars of an almost coal hue. Orbs are inky & almost as ebony as her banner & tresses. Platform & nape are slightly elongted making this witch look out of proportion.
.||.Always she has been allied with.||.
None for she can never choose
.||.Her personna is.||.
This witch is your typical w,hore who gets what she wants through providing others with what they want. Although she I different in one way, this orchid is neutral. Her pet hate is definitely those stupid banshees who think themselves above others. Presumably, you can guess her love in life…
.||.The past that lies within.||.
Undocumented…
.||.An example from her past.||.
...her mind wavered in & out of consciousness. The very *friendly* person that had attacked her was in no-way a friend. Orbs scanned the area blearily & noticed the tall towers of mixed origin reaching tall above her. Ruolan could only be in one place, the Dark Forest - the place where sleepers like her were claimed as their name sake.
Slowly, roaned bodice rose so that it was perched unsteadily upon pillars. Diamonds dug into the ground as she leant against a close tower. The sod beneath had left a nasty stain across her pelt, she would have to bathe soon. Breaths were loud & labored; even breathing had become a chore. Who ever had attacked her would pay!
