Post by Cey on Dec 25, 2011 16:18:56 GMT -6
Name-[/i] Spindle Screamings
Gender-[/i] Feminine
Structure-[/i] Spindle has a medium well kept coat. Black with a few white hairs mixed in. She also has white sockings that come to about her ankles. The left side of her face is also white, including her ear, and covers her muzzle. She has light, white spots all over her body in a fawn like pattern along her back, fading near her haunches. SHe is average size, not the stronest but not the weakest neither. Spindle has a slender body, but filled all the same. Her ears are often pinned back just out of insticnt and habbit.
Abilities-[/i] She is very keen to touch, not really a power, but a strength. Another strength is her agility. She can jump higher than most, and just a bit over average speed.
Drawbacks-[/i] Crowds, groups, contact with anyone at all.
Age-[/i] 3 Years
Personality-[/i] Spindle has a very unique personality. For a long while she was told lies about herself, but i wont go into detail since this isn't history! She has always thought herself as a curse, a bad omen, may i go on? She had doubts even when she had full confidence. She only tried to live for the last words she was told by her parents. It was sad time for her, but no matter. She was ordered by her dear parents and she was going to respect them. She had deep respect for her parents, such deep deep respect. It was quite sad to her, how such nice parents were cursed with the likes of her.
Past-[/i] Spindle has a very sad and tragic history. It started when she was the only body to whimper from the litter. Only her voice carried it way through the den, but even so her mother ignored her plee's. Tired she grew and then, upon her fathers return, her prayers wer answered. A curse he called her. Out of all the still borns, she, the odd colored one cry for help. He said to his mate that if they didn't take care and nurture the pup, they would be punished. Being blind for the early first year of life, she had a harsh pup-hood up until the day her mother died. Months before her father had vanished, but that was common. Then, as if on cue, her sight came back. It was a miracle only the dark god could grant. That is why she has a sheety coat to her eyes.
Spindle grew, and grew, and grew until she was left to roam the earth with the lies in her head. Every minute of every day the voices repeated what she was. A mistake, a curse, a punishment. It was always her fault, her error, even though she constently put herself down, others seemed to never understand why she was a bad person to be with. She thought they were just trying to be nice, so she shunned every person that got to close. Her heart, mind, and feelings shut and locked.
RP Sample- The waves rolled against the white sand and raindrops splattered off the rocks. Spring showers always make you feel good, a sort of cleanliness feeling, that leaves you wandering why she have a good attitude. Such good feelings. Secrecy's coat was white and coated with water, making it look slippery except the black crack markings all over. She didn't care that it made her stand out, she wanted to be noticed. She wasn't recognized enough, she didn't get a blood curtsying scream at her very presence. She wished to be feared, to make her preys blood freeze. A deep, cold, despairing fear that could be deadly just by itself. Her pure white eyes, missing their pupils, searched about for her next victim. No one was around, no one to play with. She shifted her smoky hooves around, balancing her weight on her right back leg. Nothing but birds. Secrecy trotted down the waters edge, following its rhythm in her ears. She is going to do this until she finds someone.
Secrecy itched with anticipation, trying hard ti keep her energy contained within. She could picture the bloody scene, the mess. Oh no, not a mess, she would be very clean about it, but cruel and slow. First, show would breathe into the stallions ears and let him drink in her scent, then run her soft muzzle down his loins and croup Rounding the point of his hip and up his back, speaking in a sweet, honey drizzled seductive tone. Secrecy will glide easily to the neck, then climb to his throttle and he would be dead. She would tear out his throat and savor the tangy metallic salty taste. Every last drop of the red heaven. She would watch him bleed to death, smiling the whole time, Dark red flying in the air like the rain that bathes her now, and the horses eyes would stay eternally stunned. For the rest of time itself ceased to exist. Yes, she was looking forward to this rainy day.
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Gender-[/i] Feminine
Structure-[/i] Spindle has a medium well kept coat. Black with a few white hairs mixed in. She also has white sockings that come to about her ankles. The left side of her face is also white, including her ear, and covers her muzzle. She has light, white spots all over her body in a fawn like pattern along her back, fading near her haunches. SHe is average size, not the stronest but not the weakest neither. Spindle has a slender body, but filled all the same. Her ears are often pinned back just out of insticnt and habbit.
Abilities-[/i] She is very keen to touch, not really a power, but a strength. Another strength is her agility. She can jump higher than most, and just a bit over average speed.
Drawbacks-[/i] Crowds, groups, contact with anyone at all.
Age-[/i] 3 Years
Personality-[/i] Spindle has a very unique personality. For a long while she was told lies about herself, but i wont go into detail since this isn't history! She has always thought herself as a curse, a bad omen, may i go on? She had doubts even when she had full confidence. She only tried to live for the last words she was told by her parents. It was sad time for her, but no matter. She was ordered by her dear parents and she was going to respect them. She had deep respect for her parents, such deep deep respect. It was quite sad to her, how such nice parents were cursed with the likes of her.
Past-[/i] Spindle has a very sad and tragic history. It started when she was the only body to whimper from the litter. Only her voice carried it way through the den, but even so her mother ignored her plee's. Tired she grew and then, upon her fathers return, her prayers wer answered. A curse he called her. Out of all the still borns, she, the odd colored one cry for help. He said to his mate that if they didn't take care and nurture the pup, they would be punished. Being blind for the early first year of life, she had a harsh pup-hood up until the day her mother died. Months before her father had vanished, but that was common. Then, as if on cue, her sight came back. It was a miracle only the dark god could grant. That is why she has a sheety coat to her eyes.
Spindle grew, and grew, and grew until she was left to roam the earth with the lies in her head. Every minute of every day the voices repeated what she was. A mistake, a curse, a punishment. It was always her fault, her error, even though she constently put herself down, others seemed to never understand why she was a bad person to be with. She thought they were just trying to be nice, so she shunned every person that got to close. Her heart, mind, and feelings shut and locked.
RP Sample- The waves rolled against the white sand and raindrops splattered off the rocks. Spring showers always make you feel good, a sort of cleanliness feeling, that leaves you wandering why she have a good attitude. Such good feelings. Secrecy's coat was white and coated with water, making it look slippery except the black crack markings all over. She didn't care that it made her stand out, she wanted to be noticed. She wasn't recognized enough, she didn't get a blood curtsying scream at her very presence. She wished to be feared, to make her preys blood freeze. A deep, cold, despairing fear that could be deadly just by itself. Her pure white eyes, missing their pupils, searched about for her next victim. No one was around, no one to play with. She shifted her smoky hooves around, balancing her weight on her right back leg. Nothing but birds. Secrecy trotted down the waters edge, following its rhythm in her ears. She is going to do this until she finds someone.
Secrecy itched with anticipation, trying hard ti keep her energy contained within. She could picture the bloody scene, the mess. Oh no, not a mess, she would be very clean about it, but cruel and slow. First, show would breathe into the stallions ears and let him drink in her scent, then run her soft muzzle down his loins and croup Rounding the point of his hip and up his back, speaking in a sweet, honey drizzled seductive tone. Secrecy will glide easily to the neck, then climb to his throttle and he would be dead. She would tear out his throat and savor the tangy metallic salty taste. Every last drop of the red heaven. She would watch him bleed to death, smiling the whole time, Dark red flying in the air like the rain that bathes her now, and the horses eyes would stay eternally stunned. For the rest of time itself ceased to exist. Yes, she was looking forward to this rainy day.
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