Post by fatal on Apr 3, 2008 18:32:49 GMT -5
I. Lets get down to basics
x:they let me out too soon; talith
x:i've got some issues to work through; female
x:if i were any older i could act my age; five
x:i don't think that you'd believe me; wolf
x:if i were any colder i could disengage; neutral- -more on the lines of dark
x:and everybody froze; she has a small build but is not weak in any sense of the word. her peltage is an rosey-ashen type color, giving her the appearance of of a fallen petal. opticals the color of emerald green follow your every move.
x:they've seen it all before; Guilt x Ellisina
II. And keep it simple
x:i'm sorry that i asked; Somewhere along the lines you forget how to keep yourself in check. There comes a point where nothing matters and everything blurs together. For Talish, this started at birth. Mental dishonesty and liaison tore her family apart, picking at the minds of those whom needed steady grounds. Forced to persevere and flourish on her own since she was merely an adolescent, this canid learned the lessons of life the hard way. Not that there is a particularly easy way. Initially, the days where filled with lament and equivocal notions, and I'm sorry to say that hasn't changed.
x:the current state is critical; She tried to emulate those higher than her, fearing total isolation at the very lowest. She's trying to recover from the jaded feeling that has hovered over her for the last many years. There's nothing you can do. Just stand back and watch this evasive b.itch assume jurisdiction.
III. You never know what you have till its gone
x:i might be catching so don't touch; Apathy, the time-bomb just ticking away. The bellatine duo-beated into the realm, razor-like flints sending loose sod flying into the air behind her. Carbon diluted the atmos as she exhaled deeply, catching her breathe, twas not easy to accept the harsh realities of winter. The air grew thinner during this season, making it nearly impossible to run long distances without tiring quickly.
Her bristled tassels gave no protection from the wind and ice, therefore she was left chilled in the frost. Well, no. I suppose that is not really true. The stout equid's framery was covered in thick, dun peltage that kept the cold out as best as could be expected.
The equine fatale sauntered over the loam as though she knew where she was headed. As though anywhere she turned, there would be a friend. Ha! Friends?! Most certainly not! This wench had never met a soul that gazed upon her and wished to be 'friends.' That was probably for the best though, considering she was quite unstable at times. There was no telling how nasty she could get. But I wouldn't stick around to find out either.
Apathy didn't, pardon, doesn't. Apathy doesn't believe in happily-ever-afters or fairytale endings. The paramour's life is spent dreading each and every waking moment. There have, she'll admit, been times where she has thought of ending it all. Hell couldn't be half as bad as this.
x:they let me out too soon; talith
x:i've got some issues to work through; female
x:if i were any older i could act my age; five
x:i don't think that you'd believe me; wolf
x:if i were any colder i could disengage; neutral- -more on the lines of dark
x:and everybody froze; she has a small build but is not weak in any sense of the word. her peltage is an rosey-ashen type color, giving her the appearance of of a fallen petal. opticals the color of emerald green follow your every move.
x:they've seen it all before; Guilt x Ellisina
II. And keep it simple
x:i'm sorry that i asked; Somewhere along the lines you forget how to keep yourself in check. There comes a point where nothing matters and everything blurs together. For Talish, this started at birth. Mental dishonesty and liaison tore her family apart, picking at the minds of those whom needed steady grounds. Forced to persevere and flourish on her own since she was merely an adolescent, this canid learned the lessons of life the hard way. Not that there is a particularly easy way. Initially, the days where filled with lament and equivocal notions, and I'm sorry to say that hasn't changed.
x:the current state is critical; She tried to emulate those higher than her, fearing total isolation at the very lowest. She's trying to recover from the jaded feeling that has hovered over her for the last many years. There's nothing you can do. Just stand back and watch this evasive b.itch assume jurisdiction.
III. You never know what you have till its gone
x:i might be catching so don't touch; Apathy, the time-bomb just ticking away. The bellatine duo-beated into the realm, razor-like flints sending loose sod flying into the air behind her. Carbon diluted the atmos as she exhaled deeply, catching her breathe, twas not easy to accept the harsh realities of winter. The air grew thinner during this season, making it nearly impossible to run long distances without tiring quickly.
Her bristled tassels gave no protection from the wind and ice, therefore she was left chilled in the frost. Well, no. I suppose that is not really true. The stout equid's framery was covered in thick, dun peltage that kept the cold out as best as could be expected.
The equine fatale sauntered over the loam as though she knew where she was headed. As though anywhere she turned, there would be a friend. Ha! Friends?! Most certainly not! This wench had never met a soul that gazed upon her and wished to be 'friends.' That was probably for the best though, considering she was quite unstable at times. There was no telling how nasty she could get. But I wouldn't stick around to find out either.
Apathy didn't, pardon, doesn't. Apathy doesn't believe in happily-ever-afters or fairytale endings. The paramour's life is spent dreading each and every waking moment. There have, she'll admit, been times where she has thought of ending it all. Hell couldn't be half as bad as this.