Post by sonador on Apr 21, 2006 17:50:09 GMT -5
The Alias He Hisses, Soñador
The Curse Contrus, Dreamer
The Years I Have Held Trepidation, Three
The Chromosones Chose, Femora
The Emulision He Seeks, Topaz
The Race I Hold, Thoroughbred
The Conduit I Choose, Neutral
Example Post (from another rp): The demon thrust his labria into the aqua and took one last gulp. His contemplation ran to the task at hand, finding a queen. For years he had wandered this planet, like a listless vagabond, in search of a sovereign equivalent to he. None ever met his standards, but he felt that she was different. Of course the dark hessian probably had many suitors, the warlord would just have to show her that he was the elite of them all. He then elevated his brawny pharynx and prepared to take flight. The brujo’s limbiums began to pump into movement and soon he was rapidly covering up ground to the rendezvous with the dark ess.
The drake had arrived in time to hear the end of the last virile’s speech. His aperature turned into a smirk; well I presume that would be me, the revolt, for I challenge your standings. His raven oculi stared at his opponent, making sure he didn’t over look a single feature. The chestnut was defiantly an Arabian hot blood, but he didn’t seem to have the experience that Hastings did, so if there were to be a battle the charcoal hellion would have the advantage. As the titian brute finished his vocalizations Hastings began his own.
“I have disembarked here from many topographies, and prevailed many mêlées. Now listen intimately. I am prepared to fight for this title if any are valiant enough to inquiry my superiority. Be prepared for those who test my patience with disputes of this title will endure hxll on earth.” His raven ensamble looked regal yet he also emerged as a warrior, vigorous for battle. The final line concluded with a ferocious hiss occupied by detestation.
As the stud’s mug impeded he caught the queen’s spheres. He had to divulge he felt a modest bit of apprehension. Not at the other devotees but at the isolated demoness’s decision. His membranes drew in air and exhaled sharply. It was time for her decision.
(ooc: Sorry my muse was gone and it was a really bad post just the most recent)
The Curse Contrus, Dreamer
The Years I Have Held Trepidation, Three
The Chromosones Chose, Femora
The Emulision He Seeks, Topaz
The Race I Hold, Thoroughbred
The Conduit I Choose, Neutral
Example Post (from another rp): The demon thrust his labria into the aqua and took one last gulp. His contemplation ran to the task at hand, finding a queen. For years he had wandered this planet, like a listless vagabond, in search of a sovereign equivalent to he. None ever met his standards, but he felt that she was different. Of course the dark hessian probably had many suitors, the warlord would just have to show her that he was the elite of them all. He then elevated his brawny pharynx and prepared to take flight. The brujo’s limbiums began to pump into movement and soon he was rapidly covering up ground to the rendezvous with the dark ess.
The drake had arrived in time to hear the end of the last virile’s speech. His aperature turned into a smirk; well I presume that would be me, the revolt, for I challenge your standings. His raven oculi stared at his opponent, making sure he didn’t over look a single feature. The chestnut was defiantly an Arabian hot blood, but he didn’t seem to have the experience that Hastings did, so if there were to be a battle the charcoal hellion would have the advantage. As the titian brute finished his vocalizations Hastings began his own.
“I have disembarked here from many topographies, and prevailed many mêlées. Now listen intimately. I am prepared to fight for this title if any are valiant enough to inquiry my superiority. Be prepared for those who test my patience with disputes of this title will endure hxll on earth.” His raven ensamble looked regal yet he also emerged as a warrior, vigorous for battle. The final line concluded with a ferocious hiss occupied by detestation.
As the stud’s mug impeded he caught the queen’s spheres. He had to divulge he felt a modest bit of apprehension. Not at the other devotees but at the isolated demoness’s decision. His membranes drew in air and exhaled sharply. It was time for her decision.
(ooc: Sorry my muse was gone and it was a really bad post just the most recent)
I think I am going to like it here
