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Post by »liliha. on Apr 12, 2007 20:39:11 GMT -5
Make a post on this thread about anything you wish with the character you want to portray this role. I will make the decision on who gets the role based on whom I feel will be the best for it. After you have held the position for one week, other people may challenge you for the role. You may accept or decline, but declining means you forfeit your position.
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Post by .sideways.glance. on Apr 12, 2007 21:21:39 GMT -5
Lithe figure glides across the vast terrain, searching the desolate plains for life of her kind. Eavesdroppers twist to and fro, catching every sound sending its vibrations out into the wind. The vixen knew she was possibly the first of her kind, but it was quite normal for her – a scavenger of sorts. She’d been on her own for the past several years. It was unknown as to whether she killed them all and was the only one left, or if she left them before it was too late. The charred silhouette stood regally in the midst of nothing. She was the only thing to decorate the vast terra, but she cared not. Deep pools searing into whatever may happen to challenge her. Fight or flight? She opted for fight in natural reaction. She was a soldier, but a lone warrior.
Proboscus stretched slowly toward the greens beneath her. A nip and a tug, and the femme took some of the nutrients mother nature gave her. Filaments whipped at her scarred sides as she constantly kept watch of the scenery. This should be easy…
Dawn turned to day, which eventually passed on to dusk. She supposed it would be a while before others followed the scent of the open lands. Heh.. others… they’ll meet her for sure. With a smug expression on her façade, the wench continued on her lonesome, perfectly comfortable in such a situation. Granted, she couldn’t wait to see what type of whores ‘grace’ the land with her presence… and who thought they could master her. All she knew is she was one of the first ones here.. and the only one she knew of, even though the stench of other equus were coming nearer. She would be their Mistress – and they would be her slaves…
A whicker of a chuckle escaped her mug as hind tresses flagged. Ear-piercing scream sounded, hoping to attract at least some attention. She knew there had to be others around here somewhere. Patience was a virtue she did not posess. Nail was driven into terra firma. Snort was issued. One step. Two step. Three and four. She began her march, carrying her bodice through the woods and fields, through small fords and rushing rivers alike. She went in search of others to enslave. See if they were good enough for her to grace them with her presence. Ah yes, she’d make her life here. She was an empty shell, just like this land. Perhaps both of them would be filled one day with substance. Until then, she did what she did best: march and await an intruder.
OOC: Just a side note, I'm online every day and havent rp'ed in 4 years, so I'm a tad rusty and will only get better.
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Post by »liliha. on Apr 12, 2007 21:35:18 GMT -5
congrats! You have the part. I'll msg you the passwords.
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Post by .sideways.glance. on Apr 12, 2007 21:38:26 GMT -5
Thankya much! should be fun heh heh heh  |
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