Post by pixie on Jul 16, 2009 4:05:20 GMT -5
i am dubbed.
Thief of the Heart
when shortened, they scream.
Thief
i bleed.
pure Arabian
i look down from.
28 inches
memories pour from this.
female
the mirror reflects.
A small and graceful frame, even at standstill. I have long legs, with a lean-yet-petite look about me. The little she-wolf has bright orange/chocolate eyes, and a light fawn to chocolate coloured coat. Her chest is in perfect balance, and she has a small head that fits in nicely with her frame. A large, black scar runs from the tip of my left ear, which has a little nick out of it, to the right corner of my black nose. It is a whip scar, from long ago, when I was first captured.
i have witnessed.
2 years
i am.
cautious and wary with new companions, and new surroundings, and quiet at the best of times. I have a proud nature, and am not afraid to show myself to the world. I know quite well what place I have in the world, and I know there is no point in changing that. I can be violent if provoked, kind when in the mood, shy at times and feisty, well, all the time. Sarcasm is my middle name.
my life.
is a long story. But long story short, I am an orphan, raised by myself. I have wandered these lands by myself for 1 year, before being captured and taken to Auction Rock. There, I was kept until I could be deemed 'safe' to be sold on, but because of the long scar across my skull, no one had bought me. That was 2 months ago. Now, I am up for Auction once more.
do i go as a master, slave, or free-roamer?
i come and go as a slave. Imprisoned in my worst nightmare.
Thief of the Heart
when shortened, they scream.
Thief
i bleed.
pure Arabian
i look down from.
28 inches
memories pour from this.
female
the mirror reflects.
A small and graceful frame, even at standstill. I have long legs, with a lean-yet-petite look about me. The little she-wolf has bright orange/chocolate eyes, and a light fawn to chocolate coloured coat. Her chest is in perfect balance, and she has a small head that fits in nicely with her frame. A large, black scar runs from the tip of my left ear, which has a little nick out of it, to the right corner of my black nose. It is a whip scar, from long ago, when I was first captured.
i have witnessed.
2 years
i am.
cautious and wary with new companions, and new surroundings, and quiet at the best of times. I have a proud nature, and am not afraid to show myself to the world. I know quite well what place I have in the world, and I know there is no point in changing that. I can be violent if provoked, kind when in the mood, shy at times and feisty, well, all the time. Sarcasm is my middle name.
my life.
is a long story. But long story short, I am an orphan, raised by myself. I have wandered these lands by myself for 1 year, before being captured and taken to Auction Rock. There, I was kept until I could be deemed 'safe' to be sold on, but because of the long scar across my skull, no one had bought me. That was 2 months ago. Now, I am up for Auction once more.
do i go as a master, slave, or free-roamer?
i come and go as a slave. Imprisoned in my worst nightmare.
I shall steal away into the night,
Light-footed and invisible.
I shall steal away into the night,
Taking your
