Post by desdamona on May 16, 2006 19:49:02 GMT -5
xx trying to be strong but its killing me
xx someone hear my cry
xx someone hear my cry
xx branded xx
Desdamona
xx spins xx
Four times round the sun
xx blood xx
Crossbreed
xx heritage xx
Unknown
xx soaring xx
16 hh
xx organs xx
Feminine
xx spawn xx
xx homeland xx
Northern Italy
xx described xx
Desdamona is a rather attractive femme who is muscular and far from minute. Tall and elegant are the words one may use to describe her. However, her long limbs and slender profile only give the illusion of elegance and poise. Her pelt is a dark hue of dappled grey. She does not consider herself beautiful or even attractive. She has many flaws, including small scars that trace her muscles on her legs and neck. Her banner is easily tangled and ticks and other creatures may cling to her from time to time. However, she is rather decent looking for a mare.
xx persona xx
Strong-willed
xx example xx
I am cold. I am wet. And I am fucking pissed.
Desdamona
xx spins xx
Four times round the sun
xx blood xx
Crossbreed
xx heritage xx
Unknown
xx soaring xx
16 hh
xx organs xx
Feminine
xx spawn xx
xx homeland xx
Northern Italy
xx described xx
Desdamona is a rather attractive femme who is muscular and far from minute. Tall and elegant are the words one may use to describe her. However, her long limbs and slender profile only give the illusion of elegance and poise. Her pelt is a dark hue of dappled grey. She does not consider herself beautiful or even attractive. She has many flaws, including small scars that trace her muscles on her legs and neck. Her banner is easily tangled and ticks and other creatures may cling to her from time to time. However, she is rather decent looking for a mare.
xx persona xx
Strong-willed
xx example xx
I am cold. I am wet. And I am fucking pissed.
Those were the first charming words that rolled off Desdamona's tounge. The dappled femme glared up at the overcast sky, a feirce scowl scarring mug. Her first steps into the lands of Night Sky Equine were not welcoming, but what did she expect? A bouquet of flowers and a welcoming committee grinning ear to ear? Actually, that sounded rather frightening. Desdamona smirked and stepped forward delicately. She did not fancy falling into the mud. Nares widened, allowing a flood of oxygen to enter her fuchsia-stained walls. Her tassle was unusually high, as it always was in the autumn, releasing her intoxicating aroma. Becoming more confident in the terrain, she increased her speed to a brisk trot, picking up her flints, flaunting her fine physique. Sure she was chilled and damp, but that didn't mean she couldn't show off. Slowing her pace to a lively saunter she exhaled rather dramatically, letting her breath float in a fine cloud in front of her. A smirk cleaved itself into her mug, as she dipped her fine cranium to the earth.
Her jaws worked slowly, stained ivories cropping the malachite blades and lifting her crania to chew quietly. She was waiting. Waiting for something. Anything. Just something to grab her attention. She was in a rather irritable mood, so anything that would raise her spirits was welcome. Bored with her rather drab surroundings she brayed sharply out into the bleak air. Her call seemed to echo, and this did nothing to brighten her disposition. She growled under her breath and continued to graze waiting for something to show up.
Her jaws worked slowly, stained ivories cropping the malachite blades and lifting her crania to chew quietly. She was waiting. Waiting for something. Anything. Just something to grab her attention. She was in a rather irritable mood, so anything that would raise her spirits was welcome. Bored with her rather drab surroundings she brayed sharply out into the bleak air. Her call seemed to echo, and this did nothing to brighten her disposition. She growled under her breath and continued to graze waiting for something to show up.
