Post by solavi on Apr 29, 2006 2:14:08 GMT -5
Name: Solavi
Age: 3 ½ Winters
Gender: Fem
Breed: Mountain Cur
Personality: Solavi is only caring to those she comes to know, for her heart is enveloped in an un-trusting blanket of ice. Though she is bold, she possesses qualities that bring her fear. And when those shine fourth, she is oh, so very weak.
She scoffs at those who play.
She is annoyed by almost anything endearing.
She speaks of things to come. But no one ever listens.
Physical Description: Heavy, short tresses cascade down the back of this burly fighter. Speckled with blacks and grays of all different shades, the bodice is made for the night’s events, camouflaging Solavi in whatever brush she may choose to dwell.
Russet, expression-filled eyes fill out the planed, extensive head, along with tightly controlled ears, gently twitching in an ever present listening form.
Long, white teeth are concealed behind a wide muzzle, fully black and able.
Her legs are long, and enable her to swiftly run.
Her tail is shaggy, but ever elegant.
Her whole form, though, appears to be ridden with woe. A sadness to behold; a bodice to enlighten. Still she stands tall.
Sample Post: ‘Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.’
The wind hushed as the aged address creaked, its timber panels erect and splintered. The bleak curtains flapped against the broken, opened window, as the breeze carried an animal’s whining into the adobe.
The moon lay stitched in the sky.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
The shaggy dog bled heavily, the crimson liquid staining the earth on which she lay furrowed, her very soul flickering away with the lake’s ripples.
A warm moan filled her throat. Her body silently jerked. The fresh wounds lay open, intact, letting the air’s debris become consumed in their fleshy mass.
The world revives, colors renew, But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue, without you.
The woman within the crippled house stood up from the wilting armchair, reaching for her flashlight. She slanted her head as the animal let out a soft barking howl, and turned the knob of the tilting gate, wrapping her housecoat around herself as she did so.
She gasped as she saw the fem lying on the soil.
Her knees entered the ground.
And she cried.
Age: 3 ½ Winters
Gender: Fem
Breed: Mountain Cur
Personality: Solavi is only caring to those she comes to know, for her heart is enveloped in an un-trusting blanket of ice. Though she is bold, she possesses qualities that bring her fear. And when those shine fourth, she is oh, so very weak.
She scoffs at those who play.
She is annoyed by almost anything endearing.
She speaks of things to come. But no one ever listens.
Physical Description: Heavy, short tresses cascade down the back of this burly fighter. Speckled with blacks and grays of all different shades, the bodice is made for the night’s events, camouflaging Solavi in whatever brush she may choose to dwell.
Russet, expression-filled eyes fill out the planed, extensive head, along with tightly controlled ears, gently twitching in an ever present listening form.
Long, white teeth are concealed behind a wide muzzle, fully black and able.
Her legs are long, and enable her to swiftly run.
Her tail is shaggy, but ever elegant.
Her whole form, though, appears to be ridden with woe. A sadness to behold; a bodice to enlighten. Still she stands tall.
Sample Post: ‘Without you, the ground thaws, the rain falls, the grass grows.
Without you, the seeds root, the flowers bloom, the children play. The stars gleam, the poets dream, the eagles fly, without you.
The earth turns, the sun burns, but I die, without you.’
The wind hushed as the aged address creaked, its timber panels erect and splintered. The bleak curtains flapped against the broken, opened window, as the breeze carried an animal’s whining into the adobe.
The moon lay stitched in the sky.
Without you, the breeze warms, the girl smiles, the cloud moves.
Without you, the tides change, the boys run, the oceans crash.
The crowds roar, the days soar, the babies cry, without you.
The moon glows, the river flows, but I die, without you.
The shaggy dog bled heavily, the crimson liquid staining the earth on which she lay furrowed, her very soul flickering away with the lake’s ripples.
A warm moan filled her throat. Her body silently jerked. The fresh wounds lay open, intact, letting the air’s debris become consumed in their fleshy mass.
The world revives, colors renew, But I know blue, only blue, lonely blue, within me blue, without you.
The woman within the crippled house stood up from the wilting armchair, reaching for her flashlight. She slanted her head as the animal let out a soft barking howl, and turned the knob of the tilting gate, wrapping her housecoat around herself as she did so.
She gasped as she saw the fem lying on the soil.
Her knees entered the ground.
And she cried.