i am titled; masquerade
i have danced for; 5 years
i was born a; female
looking through; amethyst eye on the left. gold eye on the right.
body of a temptress;
with a blanket of snow itself, there isn't a single imperfection. each strand grows a little longer than the average length, with each tip silver in color. the fur itself has a shine that appears as if she were glowing under the moonlight. it is usually kept well cleaned, with the exception of blood.
masquerade holds a large build, with a full 34 inches in height and 80 lbs in weight. each leg is long and sturdy for graceful and stealthy strides.
behind the mask;
the past...
masquerade was a woman of bloodlust. death was nothing but a reality, and the kill was done without remorse. she was reckless and desired nothing but the thrill of ripping into someones body.
the present...
masquerade is calm and collect. she feels that remaining quiet is smarter than saying the wrong thing. the vixen sees men as a nuisance, and will only stain her paws with blood if it is necessary.
words of the wise (sample from EN);
Color was crucial in the world. This, she knew.
With color, the world was never grey or dark, with shades of black. Color was vibrant... and alive.
Masquerade wasn't colorful. She was a few shades darker than black, without time daring to wait for her. She would watch as it ran from her, slipping away with mockery as if teasing her that she had no purpose within its domain.
The woman had brought death upon many, and has never felt the need to feel warmth or happiness. She had no painted soul, nor eyes for that matter. Just a pair of violet windows held shut for no love let into her heart.
The terrain changed, with her mind wandering and eyes trailing the horizon. A familiar face entered her sight, and a tingle in her chest allowed a smile to appear on her lips. It was D' Manaco.
It seemed so long since the last they've spoken, and she was quite baffled by the thrill of his appearance. He was quite an attractive creature, no doubt, but the thought of his dominance and power struck admiration.
Her paws made a simple path to greet him.
It seemed that another wolf had appeared as well. The brute reminded the wolfess of the sun, with his pelt and eyes like a burning sunflower. She had taken no notice to him but to the great alpha.
"What a pleasure it is to see you again D' Manaco..."
Her words were fluent and graceful, as it tumbled and caressed the air between them.
knowing the code;
yes
singing the lyrics;
200 minimum
discovered at;
Eternal Nocturne
puppeteer;
masquerade
search for me;
Chatango: MasqueradeEvermoore
Email: masqueradeevermoore@gmail.com
loved by none :: bound to none :: resides nowhere
Masquerade