Izetta
7 years of Sin
Wicked Bitch of the Underground
Spawn of Atreyu X Lucian
Sister to Zildjian
41" 175lbs
Build: tall and sleek like her mother, curvy around the shoulders and hips with a lean torso. She can be a heavy hitter when she needs to be, but she's built more for speed and agility rather then brawn and endurance like her brother and father.
Coat: Platinum white base coat like her mother, with a black spade shaped mark on her forehead, and a white 'u' shaped crescent in the center of the spade. Black lines her eyes almost like eye-liner, and black stockings just like her mother's covers her forelegs. The white brindling of her father covers over the black stockings like lace, and on her rear flanks a dusty, rose grey brindling trickles down like blood. This same rose grey color also brindles about mid-way down her tail to dip the tip in this same rose hue.
Ezzy
Sample:
Yeah... Hanging out around the Caves had lost much of it's appeal when hyperion and Fiera had taken over. I guess I can't help being Biased to my Father and Mother, and perhaps I was too harsh in disliking those that took up the crown when Ruvindra handed it off as quickly as she had taken it.
I'd found myself staying away longer and longer, and when I was at home, I'd hole myself away in Father's secret crystal Grotto. Still Secret from all aside from a select few Blood Relatives. Now that my eldest brother Raziel was on the throne, things felt so much more at ease in Mirovian Soil. Like a Balance had been restored. I was grateful my Father's Legacy had been returned to power and now I truly felt apart of this land I'd been attached to since long before my birth.
Black stockings embellished in white lace glide softly across the shadowed forest trails. Delicate paws maneuver the topography with the intimacy of a well acquainted Lover. I knew this landscape as well as I knew the back of my paws. It calls to me and lures me with it's necromantic mystique, the very trees whispering to my hushed lullabies and close coveted secrets.
I wonder if Tandros would ever dare to follow me here... the sanguine Wraith was a vexing beast that called to my carnal nature with a feral thrill. And yet even his alluring draw is not enough to compel me to abandon my place within my Native Clan Lands.
And so it is to here for which I return,though true to my naturally elusive nature I keep to the less traveled trails. Seeking a labyrinth of passages that would take me to the small waterfall near the heart of the territory. A nice restful sleep within the safe harbor of the Grotto sounded just divine right about now...
At least, Until I caught a whiff of a scent as I near the Fall's base.
Wicked BITCH ~ 7 Seasons of SIN ~ No LUSTING Demon ~ No Devil LOVER Atreyu X Lucian ~ Forgotten Princess of the UNDERGROUND
