Post by Phallan x; on May 15, 2014 12:55:09 GMT -5
Nothing simple about her - Phallan
aged - Perhaps immortal is the best note stricken x;
persuasion - Lass x;
allegiance - Purgatory to be decided x;
relations - Nothing remains but the skeleton of her once angelic self x;
reflection - 16hh x; liver bathes her frame etched with ebon stockings x; tress of chocolates seems to drape around her x; span of hawk reaches outward from her cage x; visionaries are that of a hazelnut x;
psyche - Mind your own, this lass is not one to make seemingly small talk. She is set on a hell bent mission to clear her name of wrong. Stable minded, swift and cunning tongue. Nothing but attitude inside a ticking time bomb.
historics - Once an angel sent to save the grace of those in turmoil. Phallan lived her days helping all those who asked it of her. Being the backbone of a light sentry. Her assistance only lead to her soul being lost. Not knowing where she was going nor helping leading to her death. Judgement was held against her for her ultimate abandonment of her duties placed upon her, leading her to be returned to the forsaken place she had just left. Now she is to set forth and decide her path once again. Stuck now in an immortal body that is attached to a wing span, she is in a purgatory state. Decisions made will determine if she falls into the hands of hell and darkens her once light soul or perhaps, she will covet the light that once shown brightly through her visionaries and become the ultimate angel once more.
ic - Steel seemed to trample the small sage below her weight. Oaken shroud seemed to dance around her in a gentle breeze. Foliage dashed upward from roots hurried below the surface to grow upward through the topsoil. Flowering plants sent the smell of perfume through the air giving her nostrils a jolt. It was disgusting to her. Neck craned and held high above the Earth as optics of hazel inspected her rogue appearance. She was a glimmer of what she had once been. Her once shining coat was now simply a liver draping over her skeleton. Hooves that had once brought forth new life where now hot on the cover. The set of wings jutting outward from her ribs caused balance to be an understatement. Everything was wrong. Had she continued on her path instead of straying she would be watching over those of light bringing them assistance when needed but, this creature she was damned to be was a complete opposite of her former reflection. Stride seemed to be at ease, causing no rush in her to get to a source of nourishment. Internals seemed as if they where on fire, the burning inside of her forced her out of cover. Brain seemed to swim in thought while rage filled her. What where they thinking? She had served them so well, she had carried out her duties and only in the end had she became lost. Why would they place her back here again? Frame shook rapidly ridding herself of the pests that hovered along her sweat coated cover. A small stream seemed as if it would make due as jowls gulped as much fluid as she could possibly hold. The burning didn't cease. Perhaps she was damned to become something she never had been before? Nothing she loved before was as beautiful to her now, it was boring. Turmoil and chaos seemed to twirl around her cavity making a sense of darkness overcome her. It was to be seen as she spent her unlimited days prowling about if she would dive into this sensation bringing out a side she had never felt or fight through it to her former glory.
aged - Perhaps immortal is the best note stricken x;
persuasion - Lass x;
allegiance - Purgatory to be decided x;
relations - Nothing remains but the skeleton of her once angelic self x;
reflection - 16hh x; liver bathes her frame etched with ebon stockings x; tress of chocolates seems to drape around her x; span of hawk reaches outward from her cage x; visionaries are that of a hazelnut x;
psyche - Mind your own, this lass is not one to make seemingly small talk. She is set on a hell bent mission to clear her name of wrong. Stable minded, swift and cunning tongue. Nothing but attitude inside a ticking time bomb.
historics - Once an angel sent to save the grace of those in turmoil. Phallan lived her days helping all those who asked it of her. Being the backbone of a light sentry. Her assistance only lead to her soul being lost. Not knowing where she was going nor helping leading to her death. Judgement was held against her for her ultimate abandonment of her duties placed upon her, leading her to be returned to the forsaken place she had just left. Now she is to set forth and decide her path once again. Stuck now in an immortal body that is attached to a wing span, she is in a purgatory state. Decisions made will determine if she falls into the hands of hell and darkens her once light soul or perhaps, she will covet the light that once shown brightly through her visionaries and become the ultimate angel once more.
ic - Steel seemed to trample the small sage below her weight. Oaken shroud seemed to dance around her in a gentle breeze. Foliage dashed upward from roots hurried below the surface to grow upward through the topsoil. Flowering plants sent the smell of perfume through the air giving her nostrils a jolt. It was disgusting to her. Neck craned and held high above the Earth as optics of hazel inspected her rogue appearance. She was a glimmer of what she had once been. Her once shining coat was now simply a liver draping over her skeleton. Hooves that had once brought forth new life where now hot on the cover. The set of wings jutting outward from her ribs caused balance to be an understatement. Everything was wrong. Had she continued on her path instead of straying she would be watching over those of light bringing them assistance when needed but, this creature she was damned to be was a complete opposite of her former reflection. Stride seemed to be at ease, causing no rush in her to get to a source of nourishment. Internals seemed as if they where on fire, the burning inside of her forced her out of cover. Brain seemed to swim in thought while rage filled her. What where they thinking? She had served them so well, she had carried out her duties and only in the end had she became lost. Why would they place her back here again? Frame shook rapidly ridding herself of the pests that hovered along her sweat coated cover. A small stream seemed as if it would make due as jowls gulped as much fluid as she could possibly hold. The burning didn't cease. Perhaps she was damned to become something she never had been before? Nothing she loved before was as beautiful to her now, it was boring. Turmoil and chaos seemed to twirl around her cavity making a sense of darkness overcome her. It was to be seen as she spent her unlimited days prowling about if she would dive into this sensation bringing out a side she had never felt or fight through it to her former glory.
