Post by Cesse on Oct 26, 2006 16:39:56 GMT -5
The belle--
Cesse
also known as...
esse
rooted to
Arabic
born unto--
nymph
aged--
four
chromos
dappled smoke
mounted
15.2hh
Type {normal[/b]}{Mini}{Draft}
Image--coming
Example Post
into you head
into your mind
Tendrils delicately whisped about her face, barren from expression. Each flint rose and fell with a rythmic tempo, snapping skyward, then plummeting straight to the topo, imprinting the bitter path with her unique marking. Cesse didn't know quite where she was headed, just following the north star. As soon as the comforting blanked of the nocturne fell over the hemisphere, whichever she was in, the youthful nymph would set off, in search of the gold at the end of the rainbow. The one star that stood out from the rest was her destination, and she placed all her trust unto it, in hopes of receiving good fortune, little did she know of the good fortune approaching. As if staring at the golden gates themselves, Cesse glanced unto the borders of Lemorsea, already it flourished, for it had the look of a newly established monarchy. The little minx was reluctant to end her journey of chasing Polaris, but it seemed that these lush lands were the place to be. Many scents anew wafted ever so carelessly to her nares, atrix eager to find the sources. Easing into a steadfast duo beat, consistent pillars rising two at a time, the nymph entered the lands and stood soely awaiting the empress or emperor that would evaluate, and in high hopes, welcome her into the strangely euphorical lands.
Liftin' you up
spinnin' you round
P.S. I made it short so I could make a claiming post.
Cesse
also known as...
esse
rooted to
Arabic
born unto--
nymph
aged--
four
chromos
dappled smoke
mounted
15.2hh
Type {normal[/b]}{Mini}{Draft}
Image--coming
Example Post
into you head
into your mind
Tendrils delicately whisped about her face, barren from expression. Each flint rose and fell with a rythmic tempo, snapping skyward, then plummeting straight to the topo, imprinting the bitter path with her unique marking. Cesse didn't know quite where she was headed, just following the north star. As soon as the comforting blanked of the nocturne fell over the hemisphere, whichever she was in, the youthful nymph would set off, in search of the gold at the end of the rainbow. The one star that stood out from the rest was her destination, and she placed all her trust unto it, in hopes of receiving good fortune, little did she know of the good fortune approaching. As if staring at the golden gates themselves, Cesse glanced unto the borders of Lemorsea, already it flourished, for it had the look of a newly established monarchy. The little minx was reluctant to end her journey of chasing Polaris, but it seemed that these lush lands were the place to be. Many scents anew wafted ever so carelessly to her nares, atrix eager to find the sources. Easing into a steadfast duo beat, consistent pillars rising two at a time, the nymph entered the lands and stood soely awaiting the empress or emperor that would evaluate, and in high hopes, welcome her into the strangely euphorical lands.
Liftin' you up
spinnin' you round
P.S. I made it short so I could make a claiming post.
