Post by © n e m e si s on Oct 21, 2006 20:56:15 GMT -5
The eternal signature ; Nemesis
Revolutions started ; Three
Genetics that make you cry ; Arabic
Staining of your demise ; Platinum
Altitude of the murderer ; 15.2 Hands
Chromosomes to die for ; Paramour
Side in every battle ; Dark
Organ races for ; None-right, that's funny
Juveniles produced ; Again, funny
Persona ; Sarcastic, snappy, cold, lethal, over-intellegent, the I-Could-Care-Less-what-you-like-or-don't-like-about-me attitude.
History ; Sired by an arabic vagabond who was dark, and foaled by an arabic faerie that was light. When she turned one moon in age, her mother confessed that she had been forcebred by the overcontrolling brute. Much to her mother's horror, Nemesis was even worse than her sire, much meaner and, and more deadly than her sire ever was or could be. One night Nemesis vanished, and that was it. No notice, no signs, no warning, no nothing. She just vanished.
Example Post ; An outline became visible upon the horizon after the sun had lowered for the final time below the horizon. The lithe bodied goddess seemed to be stalking a helpless creature, though until the moon rose high above the abyss, no-one would know. Pendulum flickered aloft over her feminine embodiment, as the slender harlot bevame illuminated, it was clear that the sunkissed dame had been merely standing. Even stationary Nemesis was a sight to behold, a force to be reckoned with if you will. Tendons and ligaments bunched and strained as the fatale lifted a fore traveler towards the bottom of her pectoral muscles, jugular rising towards her apex, creating a crest from her cerebrum to the high withers. Pallid draperies cascaded in silken heaps to slap limply against her shoulderblades as the seductress began a thrice beated gait towards the opposing forestry, each stride was tortured as Nemesis emerged into the light. Upon reaching her destination the pera slid to an abrupt halt, hind scyths resting straight out iupon the topogrpahy. Snort flew unceramoniously from the always flaring lapets, labrumns peeling backwards, chords vibrating to release a tortured scream of hostility into the lithosphere. Afterwords a snarl erupted from the usually dormant jezabel, a snarl that one would expect from a lycan-not an equu.
Revolutions started ; Three
Genetics that make you cry ; Arabic
Staining of your demise ; Platinum
Altitude of the murderer ; 15.2 Hands
Chromosomes to die for ; Paramour
Side in every battle ; Dark
Organ races for ; None-right, that's funny
Juveniles produced ; Again, funny
Persona ; Sarcastic, snappy, cold, lethal, over-intellegent, the I-Could-Care-Less-what-you-like-or-don't-like-about-me attitude.
History ; Sired by an arabic vagabond who was dark, and foaled by an arabic faerie that was light. When she turned one moon in age, her mother confessed that she had been forcebred by the overcontrolling brute. Much to her mother's horror, Nemesis was even worse than her sire, much meaner and, and more deadly than her sire ever was or could be. One night Nemesis vanished, and that was it. No notice, no signs, no warning, no nothing. She just vanished.
Example Post ; An outline became visible upon the horizon after the sun had lowered for the final time below the horizon. The lithe bodied goddess seemed to be stalking a helpless creature, though until the moon rose high above the abyss, no-one would know. Pendulum flickered aloft over her feminine embodiment, as the slender harlot bevame illuminated, it was clear that the sunkissed dame had been merely standing. Even stationary Nemesis was a sight to behold, a force to be reckoned with if you will. Tendons and ligaments bunched and strained as the fatale lifted a fore traveler towards the bottom of her pectoral muscles, jugular rising towards her apex, creating a crest from her cerebrum to the high withers. Pallid draperies cascaded in silken heaps to slap limply against her shoulderblades as the seductress began a thrice beated gait towards the opposing forestry, each stride was tortured as Nemesis emerged into the light. Upon reaching her destination the pera slid to an abrupt halt, hind scyths resting straight out iupon the topogrpahy. Snort flew unceramoniously from the always flaring lapets, labrumns peeling backwards, chords vibrating to release a tortured scream of hostility into the lithosphere. Afterwords a snarl erupted from the usually dormant jezabel, a snarl that one would expect from a lycan-not an equu.