Post by ashei on Jan 14, 2012 18:01:16 GMT -5
Name: Dante
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Mutt {Arabian, Quarter, Mustang, Percheron}
Height: 16.2hh
Coat Color: Rose grey
Mane/tail Color: Silver and black
Eye Color: Gold
Markings: n/a
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: "Love is a fickle thing, hideous to behold and a mental disease to one's mind glorious in reaper's delight as one will lay down his or her life to satisfy that meaningless urge to protect, to soothe and to comfort. It is in the human nature to be kind, to nourish with ever fleeting gasping breath. Everything simply boils, festering with uncouth adulterated rage until the seams burst with the bloodied monstrosity of pumping vessels ripping free from lithe flesh. Do not speak to me of beauty, your words are cheap, solicited in your most morbid fantasies. You see an alternate universe through brimstone eyes, choking and asphyxiating under the weight of your reality and falling into the fair, pale realm of a palace cracked. You're a synthetic creature with plagiarized eyes, a teasing malignant fiend drifting restless through the gnarled, warped copses standing in vexing light of the wicked huntress moon over brilliant fixated reverie. You're cold, so unfeeling, a dead pool of brackish tempting tease, and the ambrosial wine never has tasted so good to your forsaken tongue as you never seemed satisfied with anything given unto you. You're a waste of flesh and sense, words fail to describe your abrasiveness demeanor. Ruthless. Cold. Harsh. Loathsome. All of these things you are. All of these things you have been. All of these things you will die for." - Little does she know she's already dead to me, but intention never makes a sound. Sin like skeletons are hard to hide. My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath. She'll burn the hollow, she'll spread the secrecy. She'll tell the story of the villain that they see. Sadistic tongue slips calloused words like poison, languorously treading the fine lines nearing offense. A darker sensuality clouds the golden eyes than most, a loving, bleeding masochist , barely any emotion finding ways through the cracks in a well placed and fabricated mask. Teasing carnivorous smirk flashes across dangerously curved cherub lips, colored the same as dry ashes, a luminous gray. Vivacious and cruel with the harrowing taste of self-destruction and disfigurement feverishly tracing the curve of his lithe frame, reflected in the numerous scars that litter against his pale flesh. To coax that sinister little burn of impish temper into blazing incognito is a sin, one he cannot pass nor avoid falling into the masquerade of pure vindictive ire. He finds no solace in the company of others, preferring instead to remain in the brittle silence of his own little world. Isolation and self-mutilation are often the best medicine. More the silent shadow alluring in a room of the finest gems, keeping his tongue bitten between sharpened teeth and always poised dagger sharp for when it is needed. Calm fantasia breaking not the brittle silence and pouring like miasma, silent, unnoticed in brittle rapture. Noise hardly bites through his candid lips, yet when it does it is often brusque, perhaps even to a point of rudeness with brash infernal tones softly snaking across satin tongue. Cold to a glacial fault, enigmatic stone features hardly ever broken by the brittle taste of emotion. Whimsical and uncaring with layer after calloused cover of gossamer apathetic tendencies. Cruel, cunning and malicious he stands the harbored shadow of scarred perfection, the thorn among the rose. "If you could only see the beast you've made of me."
History:
-Born 'Outside'
-Lived a normal Life in a Light band
-At the age of three, he departed his family and left, never questioning his alignment. The darker sides in his personality being few and far between, yet giving him an edge; one in which can allow him to survive should he need it.
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Breed: Mutt {Arabian, Quarter, Mustang, Percheron}
Height: 16.2hh
Coat Color: Rose grey
Mane/tail Color: Silver and black
Eye Color: Gold
Markings: n/a
Alignment: Neutral
Personality: "Love is a fickle thing, hideous to behold and a mental disease to one's mind glorious in reaper's delight as one will lay down his or her life to satisfy that meaningless urge to protect, to soothe and to comfort. It is in the human nature to be kind, to nourish with ever fleeting gasping breath. Everything simply boils, festering with uncouth adulterated rage until the seams burst with the bloodied monstrosity of pumping vessels ripping free from lithe flesh. Do not speak to me of beauty, your words are cheap, solicited in your most morbid fantasies. You see an alternate universe through brimstone eyes, choking and asphyxiating under the weight of your reality and falling into the fair, pale realm of a palace cracked. You're a synthetic creature with plagiarized eyes, a teasing malignant fiend drifting restless through the gnarled, warped copses standing in vexing light of the wicked huntress moon over brilliant fixated reverie. You're cold, so unfeeling, a dead pool of brackish tempting tease, and the ambrosial wine never has tasted so good to your forsaken tongue as you never seemed satisfied with anything given unto you. You're a waste of flesh and sense, words fail to describe your abrasiveness demeanor. Ruthless. Cold. Harsh. Loathsome. All of these things you are. All of these things you have been. All of these things you will die for." - Little does she know she's already dead to me, but intention never makes a sound. Sin like skeletons are hard to hide. My mask is growing heavy but I've forgotten who's beneath. She'll burn the hollow, she'll spread the secrecy. She'll tell the story of the villain that they see. Sadistic tongue slips calloused words like poison, languorously treading the fine lines nearing offense. A darker sensuality clouds the golden eyes than most, a loving, bleeding masochist , barely any emotion finding ways through the cracks in a well placed and fabricated mask. Teasing carnivorous smirk flashes across dangerously curved cherub lips, colored the same as dry ashes, a luminous gray. Vivacious and cruel with the harrowing taste of self-destruction and disfigurement feverishly tracing the curve of his lithe frame, reflected in the numerous scars that litter against his pale flesh. To coax that sinister little burn of impish temper into blazing incognito is a sin, one he cannot pass nor avoid falling into the masquerade of pure vindictive ire. He finds no solace in the company of others, preferring instead to remain in the brittle silence of his own little world. Isolation and self-mutilation are often the best medicine. More the silent shadow alluring in a room of the finest gems, keeping his tongue bitten between sharpened teeth and always poised dagger sharp for when it is needed. Calm fantasia breaking not the brittle silence and pouring like miasma, silent, unnoticed in brittle rapture. Noise hardly bites through his candid lips, yet when it does it is often brusque, perhaps even to a point of rudeness with brash infernal tones softly snaking across satin tongue. Cold to a glacial fault, enigmatic stone features hardly ever broken by the brittle taste of emotion. Whimsical and uncaring with layer after calloused cover of gossamer apathetic tendencies. Cruel, cunning and malicious he stands the harbored shadow of scarred perfection, the thorn among the rose. "If you could only see the beast you've made of me."
Possessive. Teasing. Cruel. Calloused. Whimsical. Selfish. Selfless. Destructive. Demure.
History:
-Born 'Outside'
-Lived a normal Life in a Light band
-At the age of three, he departed his family and left, never questioning his alignment. The darker sides in his personality being few and far between, yet giving him an edge; one in which can allow him to survive should he need it.
*coughcough* hopefully the last edit >| or typo I find hurr
