Post by reptile on May 26, 2012 20:50:16 GMT -5
Name: Selessa Elechidne [Nagendracce]
Age: yearling
Gender: female
Breed: egyptian arab
Height: 15.2
Coat Color: rose grey
Mane/tail Color: black / fade
Eye Color: silver
Markings: dark points
Alignment: dark
Personality: A heart thrummed, deep in the cadaver of flexing moontide and her icy waves in their gentle froth swaying. In the confines of crystal bones as they webbed beneath frigid flesh scant, beautifully adorned in the glistening wilds of december's light frost. There drum and harped the quintessence of voracious slumbers, its pale glamor pulsing softly beneath the kneaded clay of tender flesh. Humming this vital vessel as her fingertips pressed gently to the slender span of her breastbone, nails treated along the line of her elegant neck. Tore from its cage the bleeding knots of collected arteries, and no longer dawned the fatality of love, no longer endured its stagnant trespasses. Filth divined in the vessel of innocence. She is the manifestation of deceit and chilling enigma, a beautiful face of ulterior destruction; the lie spun in silver needles and deep dreams of sweetened arsenic. Obsessed with the taste of horror, gluttonous for its metallic singe of fear and manipulation, she is cunning, devious. Her words are wound in delicate calculations, hypnotizing in their ethereal incantations of the carnal deliverance; her mercy is that of hate, borne of the savage garden. She is of the sea, where at calm she is complacent in wanton trance, and in her tempests great with scorn. The lily and the thorn – as there is no end to the whimsical traces of her luxury, the black art of her feverish desires. Insatiable and possessive, she is deadly in her deft defiance, and a fatal elite of ardent lovers.
History: Conceived among devils, aristocrats; she had grown in a quiet province bereft of violence – and therefore steadily developed a craving for its terrors, its anathemic properties useless to lethargic heroes. She, the starved artist, the depraved nihilist in her thirst for such reckless revolutions therefore left her home of leisure for the wilds beyond their borders. In her travels, she has momentarily drifted to idyll within the sheer charm of the Valley.
Age: yearling
Gender: female
Breed: egyptian arab
Height: 15.2
Coat Color: rose grey
Mane/tail Color: black / fade
Eye Color: silver
Markings: dark points
Alignment: dark
Personality: A heart thrummed, deep in the cadaver of flexing moontide and her icy waves in their gentle froth swaying. In the confines of crystal bones as they webbed beneath frigid flesh scant, beautifully adorned in the glistening wilds of december's light frost. There drum and harped the quintessence of voracious slumbers, its pale glamor pulsing softly beneath the kneaded clay of tender flesh. Humming this vital vessel as her fingertips pressed gently to the slender span of her breastbone, nails treated along the line of her elegant neck. Tore from its cage the bleeding knots of collected arteries, and no longer dawned the fatality of love, no longer endured its stagnant trespasses. Filth divined in the vessel of innocence. She is the manifestation of deceit and chilling enigma, a beautiful face of ulterior destruction; the lie spun in silver needles and deep dreams of sweetened arsenic. Obsessed with the taste of horror, gluttonous for its metallic singe of fear and manipulation, she is cunning, devious. Her words are wound in delicate calculations, hypnotizing in their ethereal incantations of the carnal deliverance; her mercy is that of hate, borne of the savage garden. She is of the sea, where at calm she is complacent in wanton trance, and in her tempests great with scorn. The lily and the thorn – as there is no end to the whimsical traces of her luxury, the black art of her feverish desires. Insatiable and possessive, she is deadly in her deft defiance, and a fatal elite of ardent lovers.
History: Conceived among devils, aristocrats; she had grown in a quiet province bereft of violence – and therefore steadily developed a craving for its terrors, its anathemic properties useless to lethargic heroes. She, the starved artist, the depraved nihilist in her thirst for such reckless revolutions therefore left her home of leisure for the wilds beyond their borders. In her travels, she has momentarily drifted to idyll within the sheer charm of the Valley.
