Post by +Kola+ on Jul 6, 2007 15:31:21 GMT -5
Character name: Wanji Kola
Gender: Female
Age: 4
History [if available]:
Example post [MUST be 500 words or more]:
The pain of my heart will live,
The fae two-beated silently though the forests, until she came to a break. There she put her taira low, the emrald blades brushing along her kissers. The clear liquid before the fae showed her no mercy of this wretched ache, burning her. The great pain caused by the loss of an only love. As the lonely fae was here for her third time. Abandon. Lonley. Hopeless. The want of her only filly had not worn. The need of her only love, kept her dying, from when the moon hides and the sun shows it's self, to when the sun hids, and the moon shows its self. Never numbing. She slowly arched her nape as her orbs looked about the land. A slight fear entered with the pain.
Sky colored optics peered around the fae, towers swiveled. Nothing. Her tiara lowered again, kissers brushing the blades. Dimonds moved her a few paces. To the pool before her. Again, kissers brushed the top, but thirst was small. The fae stayed silent, hidden in the small break of trees. Left unfound. Unwanted. Forgotten. Hopeless. Maybe. She knew some stags looked farther, for yet a better mare, what would they find here? Too many questions with not enough answers.
The fae felt aged beyond her time. Four hellish years, eased by the love of the one, just to be turn back into the hell again. She wondered why she was here. It wouldn't not hurt to die. She had no need for protection. All the lands would have leads, only to reminder of the burning, killing pain. The fae knew there would be creatures comming by the pool to drink. Her lost hope, burning pain, and slowly dying, made her pilliars tuck under her, as she lowered her bodice to the grown. Ready to die.
The young fae's optic closed, her tiara lowered as her lungs made steady breaths. The former dove slept, waking and looking about, no longer noticing if another creature moved by her. But when alas her bodice no longer could stay down she moved slowly to her feet. Thinking of him. The stag who she thought of. The fae looked about, sky colored eyes were blank. The former dove looked to the only entrance, as she watched. Wondering. Hoping.
Nothing. Again. Sleep wanted to over take her yet again, though her orbs refused to close. Tired. She thought of her filly came to her mind. Thinking. Sky colored optics had gone into her as well, though she had the ebony pelt of her father, with a flaming color at times. The fae closed her orbs, the filly comming to her mind, not wanting it to vanash she kept her eyes closed, like sleep, but now it refused to come to her. Tiara lowered as ivories once again took the emrald blades. Moving closer to the liquid crystal she lowered her kissers, taking a long drink. Blowing a small bubble she watchs slimy fish swim about, before she took another long drink.
But the hope that had lived with me will die once more.
Picture [not necessary]:
Gender: Female
Age: 4
History [if available]:
Example post [MUST be 500 words or more]:
The pain of my heart will live,
The fae two-beated silently though the forests, until she came to a break. There she put her taira low, the emrald blades brushing along her kissers. The clear liquid before the fae showed her no mercy of this wretched ache, burning her. The great pain caused by the loss of an only love. As the lonely fae was here for her third time. Abandon. Lonley. Hopeless. The want of her only filly had not worn. The need of her only love, kept her dying, from when the moon hides and the sun shows it's self, to when the sun hids, and the moon shows its self. Never numbing. She slowly arched her nape as her orbs looked about the land. A slight fear entered with the pain.
Sky colored optics peered around the fae, towers swiveled. Nothing. Her tiara lowered again, kissers brushing the blades. Dimonds moved her a few paces. To the pool before her. Again, kissers brushed the top, but thirst was small. The fae stayed silent, hidden in the small break of trees. Left unfound. Unwanted. Forgotten. Hopeless. Maybe. She knew some stags looked farther, for yet a better mare, what would they find here? Too many questions with not enough answers.
The fae felt aged beyond her time. Four hellish years, eased by the love of the one, just to be turn back into the hell again. She wondered why she was here. It wouldn't not hurt to die. She had no need for protection. All the lands would have leads, only to reminder of the burning, killing pain. The fae knew there would be creatures comming by the pool to drink. Her lost hope, burning pain, and slowly dying, made her pilliars tuck under her, as she lowered her bodice to the grown. Ready to die.
The young fae's optic closed, her tiara lowered as her lungs made steady breaths. The former dove slept, waking and looking about, no longer noticing if another creature moved by her. But when alas her bodice no longer could stay down she moved slowly to her feet. Thinking of him. The stag who she thought of. The fae looked about, sky colored eyes were blank. The former dove looked to the only entrance, as she watched. Wondering. Hoping.
Nothing. Again. Sleep wanted to over take her yet again, though her orbs refused to close. Tired. She thought of her filly came to her mind. Thinking. Sky colored optics had gone into her as well, though she had the ebony pelt of her father, with a flaming color at times. The fae closed her orbs, the filly comming to her mind, not wanting it to vanash she kept her eyes closed, like sleep, but now it refused to come to her. Tiara lowered as ivories once again took the emrald blades. Moving closer to the liquid crystal she lowered her kissers, taking a long drink. Blowing a small bubble she watchs slimy fish swim about, before she took another long drink.
But the hope that had lived with me will die once more.
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