Post by falcon on Feb 16, 2007 22:35:53 GMT -5
Name: Semenora Mentiroso
Age: 7 summers
Breed: Kladruber
Lineage: unspecified
Height: 16.3
Sex: Fem
Children: none
Place Of Birth: Moors, hills & rugged terrains
Physical Characteristics:Strong crested neck, long staright back. Light grey - looks white. Unscathed. Limpid brown eyes. peachy hooves. built with strength in mind, but with speed as well.
Personality: Very secrative. Sly. Loves to play with others' minds.
Sample Post:
Birds and other noisy critters that skittered through the undergrowth kept her ears - one and a half ears- flicking back and forth, her only sign of life. The dorsaled, light tawny fae gazed lazily around, and as soon as comprehension could have come around to her laziness, femme was plagued with a sudden, and almost quite random urge to up and move again. No longer did her once regular anxiety plague her - she was many, many leagues from her birthhome. Optics darting around, somewhat warily, sinew stretched and the flicka's sleek bodice stretched, silken plume curling o're her back. Hunger did not plague her - she had hunted a couple of hares the evening before- but thirst did.
Crani' lifted high 'pon blades, nariz flared and scented the lovingly warm breeze into her airsacs. The scent of water came wafting slightly from the south of her current position. Just as long as she could have been seen there, simply standing in the thicket, she was gone. Sinew within haunches bunched and she was off, almost lazily loping through the forest, occasionally, in a spurt of energy weaving through a line of trees. with her long, ground eating lope, it was not but a few minutes before the light melody of the never ending babble of the nearby brook reached her ears. As she came closer to the brook, she slowed, to and almost cautious trot, then a walk. Senses on high alert for anyone of anger for her possible intrudance on them on this fabulous day, but there was no one. Assured no one was going to pounce on her and then eat her for supper, she waded into the brook and somewhat greedily lapped up her fill. Another warm breeze wafted her way, ad her nariz welcomed the onslaught of scents. It wafted around her facade - almost like a loving caress- and moved on to it's still unknown destination.
Sorry, it slipped past me when I skipped around. x.x
Age: 7 summers
Breed: Kladruber
Lineage: unspecified
Height: 16.3
Sex: Fem
Children: none
Place Of Birth: Moors, hills & rugged terrains
Physical Characteristics:Strong crested neck, long staright back. Light grey - looks white. Unscathed. Limpid brown eyes. peachy hooves. built with strength in mind, but with speed as well.
Personality: Very secrative. Sly. Loves to play with others' minds.
Sample Post:
Birds and other noisy critters that skittered through the undergrowth kept her ears - one and a half ears- flicking back and forth, her only sign of life. The dorsaled, light tawny fae gazed lazily around, and as soon as comprehension could have come around to her laziness, femme was plagued with a sudden, and almost quite random urge to up and move again. No longer did her once regular anxiety plague her - she was many, many leagues from her birthhome. Optics darting around, somewhat warily, sinew stretched and the flicka's sleek bodice stretched, silken plume curling o're her back. Hunger did not plague her - she had hunted a couple of hares the evening before- but thirst did.
Crani' lifted high 'pon blades, nariz flared and scented the lovingly warm breeze into her airsacs. The scent of water came wafting slightly from the south of her current position. Just as long as she could have been seen there, simply standing in the thicket, she was gone. Sinew within haunches bunched and she was off, almost lazily loping through the forest, occasionally, in a spurt of energy weaving through a line of trees. with her long, ground eating lope, it was not but a few minutes before the light melody of the never ending babble of the nearby brook reached her ears. As she came closer to the brook, she slowed, to and almost cautious trot, then a walk. Senses on high alert for anyone of anger for her possible intrudance on them on this fabulous day, but there was no one. Assured no one was going to pounce on her and then eat her for supper, she waded into the brook and somewhat greedily lapped up her fill. Another warm breeze wafted her way, ad her nariz welcomed the onslaught of scents. It wafted around her facade - almost like a loving caress- and moved on to it's still unknown destination.
Sorry, it slipped past me when I skipped around. x.x
