Post by Cella on Oct 14, 2004 20:03:52 GMT
ooc: This post is from another site where I play an Elf. I'd like to keep that identity secret being that some members of this site are a part of that site as well, so where ever there is a _____ that is where my character's name would go.
This next one is also from another site where I play a vampire.
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A small silvery blur could be seen headed fast toward the Last House, growing bigger and nearer every second. Soon a silver-white horse pulled to a stop infront of the gates of Rivendell, bent low over her back was a small elven girl. Sitting up ______ nudged her horse Akia forward as the gates swung open. _____'s blue eyes turned silver as she gazed in wonder at the beauty that was the Last House. Pulling herself off her horse she stood rooted to the spot, her nervous gaze taking in everything.
So this is it.The only connection to a past I cannot for the life of me remember. she thought to herself, as she stroked Akia's glorious silver mane. For long moments ______ stood there looking hesitantly at the large oak doors, the wind whipping her short strawberry-blonde hair to and fro.
So this is it.The only connection to a past I cannot for the life of me remember. she thought to herself, as she stroked Akia's glorious silver mane. For long moments ______ stood there looking hesitantly at the large oak doors, the wind whipping her short strawberry-blonde hair to and fro.
This next one is also from another site where I play a vampire.
A young looking girl was standing in the entrance to the Lair, her slim figure silhouetted in the dim lighting. The girl was about 5'2 (5'4 counting her boots), with medium length light pink hair, glowing silver eyes, and appeared to be no more than 16 years old. She wore figure hugging black leather pants, a red tank top that said 'Punk Princess' in glittery black letters, and a knee length black trench coat.
Her boots clicked softly as she walked deeper into the caves, pulling a large trunk behind her. Reaching a room at the end of the hall she threw open the door. Her silver gaze took in the entirety of the room, from the beautifully chosen paintings to the deep wine colored silk sheets to the black and wine colored candles scattered around the room. Sighing softly she threw herself down on the soft bed, instantly pulling her trunk closer and kicking it open. Sitting up she began to pull things out. Once the trunk was empty she stood and began to place all the items in their rightful places.
About half an hour later she wandered out into the hall, clinging to the shadows until she reached a wide lounging area. The only lighting here was the roaring fire, deftly she wandered closer to the dancing flames. As she walked her pale hands stroked every wall, every chair, every table.
Finally she found herself standing in front of the cozy fire, with a quick glance around she ascertained that she was alone. She spotted a small refrigerator in the corner, strode over and pulled out small pouch filled with crimson fuel. Tired, and hungry she threw herself down onto a fairly comfortable black couch. Laying herself back, she pierced the pouch with her pearly fangs. As the metallic liquid fire ran down her throat she side with pleasure.
Throwing the empty pouch into a neighboring trash can, she licked the remnants of the crimson blood off her stained cherry lips. Tensing suddenly as she strained her ears, and heard footsteps heading her way....
Her boots clicked softly as she walked deeper into the caves, pulling a large trunk behind her. Reaching a room at the end of the hall she threw open the door. Her silver gaze took in the entirety of the room, from the beautifully chosen paintings to the deep wine colored silk sheets to the black and wine colored candles scattered around the room. Sighing softly she threw herself down on the soft bed, instantly pulling her trunk closer and kicking it open. Sitting up she began to pull things out. Once the trunk was empty she stood and began to place all the items in their rightful places.
About half an hour later she wandered out into the hall, clinging to the shadows until she reached a wide lounging area. The only lighting here was the roaring fire, deftly she wandered closer to the dancing flames. As she walked her pale hands stroked every wall, every chair, every table.
Finally she found herself standing in front of the cozy fire, with a quick glance around she ascertained that she was alone. She spotted a small refrigerator in the corner, strode over and pulled out small pouch filled with crimson fuel. Tired, and hungry she threw herself down onto a fairly comfortable black couch. Laying herself back, she pierced the pouch with her pearly fangs. As the metallic liquid fire ran down her throat she side with pleasure.
Throwing the empty pouch into a neighboring trash can, she licked the remnants of the crimson blood off her stained cherry lips. Tensing suddenly as she strained her ears, and heard footsteps heading her way....
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