Post by Svenji on Mar 16, 2007 13:30:38 GMT -5
Did You Make It To The Milky Way To See The Lights
They Called Me Svenji
I Am Placed Under Dark
Watch Me Flow Female
I've Breathed Four Years Here.
Branded As Lippizanner Cross
My Canvas Is Ivory
I stand 14 hands
No Blemishes On Me But Only A Brown Smudge On My Muzzle.
You've Cursed Me As Mysterious, you have to be quick to understand what shes trying to tell you. Very intelligent and witty. She is a skilled fighter yet has not pledged herself to a herd before.
I've been and done... Svenji has been in nothingness for years. Her life forms one huge suspension, and she is nothing too. She was born in Winter and her mother abandoned her. A femme saved her, but then went away. She has been alone ever since.
Roleplay Example:
Not seen or felt, we watched it fade away... Nothing done in order to save anything... Nature can twist itself...
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Bubbles washed between the pebbles that scattered along the shore; the crackling showing how quickly it froze. Mixed with sand, the hypnotizing movement and sound could wish away the fear of the most frightened. Of course, this would require them to pay attention, something that was slowly declining in the population... unless they were in the mood that was; but that was very rare unless they suffered...
But everyone suffered now. It must be common then.
The single shadow pawed across the beach, nostrils low to catch the slightly salty scent that seemed to come and go with the wind. But once again, who knew what it was doing unless in it's mind? Might as well take a look...
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Lights and darks combine into nothing... no balance, no in between... It's one or the other...
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Svenji. Born flesh and blood from the heat of the sun; lost into the world of light and dark. She had her own opinions, her own tales to share and tell if need be. Naturally, she wouldn't share at such a time... which must be why she wandered along the beach; the diagonal pattern leaving lines within the sand.
The air was calm, the sun warm this time. Not so warm as too heat much, but enough to be felt upon the fur and flesh, enough to be felt. The wind was also kind, holding itself to keep from breaking the sun's promise. The wind was cool, fresh from the water and rather chilling... which it seemed to know. It also knew something about this blood tie to the warm lands, and respected that almost... how strange. There was, oddly, little snow, the chill only enough to show vapor rising from the warmth withing the dame.
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Grey is gone, no boundaries to divide this... But hush now and lie still... The winds will tire soon...
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With a pause, Sven raised her elegant crown and neck, the movement perfect with the sounds and actions of the shore. Water lapped gently, the ice was strangely thin; a storm must be on the horizon. Brown optics blinked, the feminist crown swinging to her right. Over the water and ice, the light but menacing sighs of snow hung still. Sven simply sighed, then paced further up the beach. Sand-living shrubbery stood in patches of richer soil ahead; and she couldn't help but wonder how they remained... but the roots dug deep, freezing into place, and she gave up the thought.
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There's a false hope that we follow, coming closer now... What has been left to do?...
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One more sigh, and the pawing of her right frontal, Svenji nodded her head, snorting with slight boredom. The actions gave her something to do, and echoed of the white world around her. Her wicker was silent though. The pure coated dame would rather be alone than in the presence of an over-controlling sire. Yes, her freedom was limited for now; there was little she could do with it though. The movements she took confined to keep her away from being claimed or taken away... yes, she'd rather be free for the moment.
She snorted and wickered to herself before shaking her head. Blinking, she rose to her haunches and nipped at a gull who dared come closer. Once down, she snorted and shook again; before sighing and pacing further up the beach. A line of prints could be easily followed, but she cared little. There was nothing important she'd be able to do anyway. And so; hanging her head once more, she scented salty sand in search for something to do.
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Join me, let's follow it home in the unending storm... follow it, into the calm...
[/size][/color]I Am Placed Under Dark
Watch Me Flow Female
I've Breathed Four Years Here.
Branded As Lippizanner Cross
My Canvas Is Ivory
I stand 14 hands
No Blemishes On Me But Only A Brown Smudge On My Muzzle.
You've Cursed Me As Mysterious, you have to be quick to understand what shes trying to tell you. Very intelligent and witty. She is a skilled fighter yet has not pledged herself to a herd before.
I've been and done... Svenji has been in nothingness for years. Her life forms one huge suspension, and she is nothing too. She was born in Winter and her mother abandoned her. A femme saved her, but then went away. She has been alone ever since.
Roleplay Example:
Not seen or felt, we watched it fade away... Nothing done in order to save anything... Nature can twist itself...
-----
Bubbles washed between the pebbles that scattered along the shore; the crackling showing how quickly it froze. Mixed with sand, the hypnotizing movement and sound could wish away the fear of the most frightened. Of course, this would require them to pay attention, something that was slowly declining in the population... unless they were in the mood that was; but that was very rare unless they suffered...
But everyone suffered now. It must be common then.
The single shadow pawed across the beach, nostrils low to catch the slightly salty scent that seemed to come and go with the wind. But once again, who knew what it was doing unless in it's mind? Might as well take a look...
-----
Lights and darks combine into nothing... no balance, no in between... It's one or the other...
-----
Svenji. Born flesh and blood from the heat of the sun; lost into the world of light and dark. She had her own opinions, her own tales to share and tell if need be. Naturally, she wouldn't share at such a time... which must be why she wandered along the beach; the diagonal pattern leaving lines within the sand.
The air was calm, the sun warm this time. Not so warm as too heat much, but enough to be felt upon the fur and flesh, enough to be felt. The wind was also kind, holding itself to keep from breaking the sun's promise. The wind was cool, fresh from the water and rather chilling... which it seemed to know. It also knew something about this blood tie to the warm lands, and respected that almost... how strange. There was, oddly, little snow, the chill only enough to show vapor rising from the warmth withing the dame.
-----
Grey is gone, no boundaries to divide this... But hush now and lie still... The winds will tire soon...
-----
With a pause, Sven raised her elegant crown and neck, the movement perfect with the sounds and actions of the shore. Water lapped gently, the ice was strangely thin; a storm must be on the horizon. Brown optics blinked, the feminist crown swinging to her right. Over the water and ice, the light but menacing sighs of snow hung still. Sven simply sighed, then paced further up the beach. Sand-living shrubbery stood in patches of richer soil ahead; and she couldn't help but wonder how they remained... but the roots dug deep, freezing into place, and she gave up the thought.
-----
There's a false hope that we follow, coming closer now... What has been left to do?...
-----
One more sigh, and the pawing of her right frontal, Svenji nodded her head, snorting with slight boredom. The actions gave her something to do, and echoed of the white world around her. Her wicker was silent though. The pure coated dame would rather be alone than in the presence of an over-controlling sire. Yes, her freedom was limited for now; there was little she could do with it though. The movements she took confined to keep her away from being claimed or taken away... yes, she'd rather be free for the moment.
She snorted and wickered to herself before shaking her head. Blinking, she rose to her haunches and nipped at a gull who dared come closer. Once down, she snorted and shook again; before sighing and pacing further up the beach. A line of prints could be easily followed, but she cared little. There was nothing important she'd be able to do anyway. And so; hanging her head once more, she scented salty sand in search for something to do.
-----
Join me, let's follow it home in the unending storm... follow it, into the calm...
All Faded And That Heaven Is Overrated?
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