Post by |P|remonitous> on Feb 22, 2007 20:27:18 GMT -5
Call Me;; Adenydd, meaning winged one
Befriend Me; Adeny
Mold Me;; Friesian
Breed Me;; Demoness
Count Me;; 3 Summers
Paint Me;; Ebony
Measure Me;; 16.2 hnds.
Label Me;; Dark
See Me;;
Example Post;; The fae loped unesily in the unknown terra, her daggers sinking in to the blood red sod. She was draped in the soft blanket of fog as she manuvered her smooth ebony bodice through the woods. Gazing up at the heaven's she saw the small souls of Lighr's that had passed on after showing that they would apperciate each drop of rain, as if they'd never see another. Why should you spend your extermly long lifetime wasting on worshiping dew, if we existed to do so, then why did we die. Looking at it from this view, were born to die. " It would be a lie if I said I wasn't born to die." Was the true cycle of life, no matter how you die, it's ok, because that's what you were born to do.
Adenydd hurtled herself over a rotted log home to many funguses and plant types, her landing ever so graceful, her landing was as silent as the night around her, her landing as smooth as an eagles. She bolted to full out gallop, her bodice moving with enforced, enriching power, through each stride, her muscles danced, covering so much terrain, her daggers scarcely tapping the ground, her rythm a constant. As the forest came to a break, and more was visible of the open land through the fog, she began to float back down the earth, back to her regular trot. She came to a halt in the middle of the meadow, the blanket of fog was sufacating her vision, so she couldn't see what lands in which she had come, in the morning her life would begin.
Befriend Me; Adeny
Mold Me;; Friesian
Breed Me;; Demoness
Count Me;; 3 Summers
Paint Me;; Ebony
Measure Me;; 16.2 hnds.
Label Me;; Dark
See Me;;
Example Post;; The fae loped unesily in the unknown terra, her daggers sinking in to the blood red sod. She was draped in the soft blanket of fog as she manuvered her smooth ebony bodice through the woods. Gazing up at the heaven's she saw the small souls of Lighr's that had passed on after showing that they would apperciate each drop of rain, as if they'd never see another. Why should you spend your extermly long lifetime wasting on worshiping dew, if we existed to do so, then why did we die. Looking at it from this view, were born to die. " It would be a lie if I said I wasn't born to die." Was the true cycle of life, no matter how you die, it's ok, because that's what you were born to do.
Adenydd hurtled herself over a rotted log home to many funguses and plant types, her landing ever so graceful, her landing was as silent as the night around her, her landing as smooth as an eagles. She bolted to full out gallop, her bodice moving with enforced, enriching power, through each stride, her muscles danced, covering so much terrain, her daggers scarcely tapping the ground, her rythm a constant. As the forest came to a break, and more was visible of the open land through the fog, she began to float back down the earth, back to her regular trot. She came to a halt in the middle of the meadow, the blanket of fog was sufacating her vision, so she couldn't see what lands in which she had come, in the morning her life would begin.
