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Post by shaliasnyx on Sept 5, 2006 0:02:30 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300][/glow]:: New to these lands of UEoR .She only walked among the mist with in the lands. Not knowing for sure what it was about this place that made her feel as if she was wanted here .But she now felt safe from all that had before made her uneasy . As she sat with in the darkness. The veil across her bridge of her nose . Staring up to the starless sky in the evening .Only those of her white crystal ,with the pulp of baby blue showing .She started to draw from the lands the powers of her past .Those of ancient lands of her bloodlines. Those of the powers of the elements and mind .For some reason these powers seen to drew with ever moment she spend here with in these lands. I was a good feeling but one of darkness and wickedness she drew on .For yes her like her mother she had a kindness to her heart .But like her those of her father there was a darkness that linked her to him .Even if he had long past from this world . She wasn't one for words .But her silentness made her more dangerously than any female of like her. And that heart ,that kindness she knew how to use to help her with the dark side of her too . She only had one thing on her mind .And that would be to come be the most she could. It wasn't long .Before her mind wander and and started to tired .She only didn't realize she was to tired to go on and well found herself to sleep before she knew it .In this dark lands.::
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Post by Gracia Rodello on Sept 11, 2006 5:36:53 GMT -5
A stroll had called her forward, a smile perched upon lush lips. It was always so easily transformable to something darker, such a dirty volatile way that she had about her. The cold granite gaze softened for a moment, watching the gentle rise of shoulders, the puff of air against the veil. There she stood for only a few more moments, a nod towards a shadow that kept moving along with her.
The only clue she left behind as she wound her way towards the graveyard on the early foggy morning. The scent of violets in the air and the soft whisper that would wind its way into her deepest dreams.
"Welcome"
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Post by shaliasnyx on Sept 13, 2006 13:24:55 GMT -5
[shadow=red,left,300][/shadow]::As morning came and with in the early fog that had form with in the lands she now was with in .She didn't know where that smell was coming from .For she could see the scent of the violets that should be growing to smell .But only her know powers would tell her that someone had past by with in this land.Those powers would only let her smell the scent of the violets and with in her mind the image of only a shadow would come for her see. As she raised up to be setting upon the grounds .That veil moist with mist of the foggy morning .But still could dance likely in the breeze of this foggy morning .Shalisa extends her arms and hands over her head as the sounds of lands creped with the echos of one voice saying Welcome . Cant her head to left then to right .To pop of several of those verbal in her neck into place .They seen to a little sore from the way she rested that evening .But as her sat there folding her legs up to curl at the knee .Bring her knee to her chin under that veil .The darkness with her was growing and lusting for the sweetness to belong more and more .As well as those pointed ear that seem to peek out from strands of her fawn colored hair under that veil was twitching so .Back and forth .Let her own mind to wander as she picked upon the sounds of this land.She still didn't seen the use for words .But would only let her actions speak for .Twisting as she rose up now .To a fall stand with her arms crossed at her barren midsection .Turning slowly around .Just to let her gaze take in all it could of these dark lands and if any was to past to study them as well .For she hadn't met any of the lands yet . But when she would they would well know of her ways .For she wasn't at all want she seen to be. Only a wickedness about her giggle her now that ring into the air of the lands echoing with a high tone to her voice .One that was wicked. Shalisa only stood in this place she had come .Without journey to far .But knew tomorrow was the day of the races .She had finally came to enter with her well season black fiery stallion .And was in hopes to just show all what she made of.Then giggle with that wicked giggle again .Bitting and chewing at her lower lips of pale rose .:: Oh if I get ran over I well unleash the fire of my mount and just ran over all I can . ::Yes .... the darkness of land was twisting her mind and darken her soul and heart even more now .Starting to make her way back to where her fiery stallion friend was well hide .She was feeling the powers of the darkness more and more with in her .And knew her fiery stallion was too . There she would stay under the day of the races began .Just soaking in the turn oil of the darkness with these lands.::
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