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Posted on March 31, 2014 at 09:20:39 PM by Porcelain
name/Porcelain age/3 gender/female eye color/light blue, like the color of ice, almost white; outside is rimmed with a circle of dark blue appearance/ once full-grown, will be 38 inches, weighing 150lbs (right now, about 35 inches, weighing 130 lbs); long legs, delicate features, built for speed; coloring is white, with light brushing of tawny red across her back and tail. ---------------------------------------------------- Sample// It is going to rain. I can smell it on the air. The sky above me is gray and black clouds that are moving fast, swollen to the point of combustion. The wind whistles through the trees. The branches bend, forced to dance like puppets on strings, and I watch them, almost shivering from the power of the energy as it seeps. I let my eyes close; dark lashes are contrasted against my white fur, and I give a small sigh, one that would go unheard over the sound of the forming storm. I always find peace in this type of contained chaos. It was dangerous and beautiful all at the same time, like the flame that draws the moth in to it's death. He came too close, his eyes burning, his breath like fire against my throat, “You taste like heaven..” he said before nuzzling at my flesh, burying his face deep into pale fur... Memories. With the rain always came memories. I tried to push them from my mind, even as the sound of thunder split the air. I answered it with a howl of my own, an eerie cry that lingered, as if it was longing to be heard by more than Mother Nature. I did not enjoy being alone, but I had come to find some sort of contentedness in my solitude, if only because it had become so familiar. Perhaps it was cliche, but what I needed was a new start. There was a promise in life, one that always goes unspoken yet stills screams through every fiber of your being. I am looking for those words, though I can't understand them yet. At least here I have found a second chance, a reemergence. At least here I can start to forget the scent of his skin. Slowly, like tears, the rain begins to fall from the sky, and for a moment, it all seems to make sense. Wash away my sins. I am once again pure. ---------------------------------------------- can imprint?/ yes! read rules? / yes! ooc name/Lily chatango/heylittlelily found you/advert board birthday/ jan 10 fragile: do not touch |
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