Post by hoenn on May 14, 2014 20:31:55 GMT -5
HOENN
i'm coming up only to hold you under
AGE UNKNOWN
and to know you is hard; we wonder
SINNOH x KALOS
to know me as hardly golden
decidedly FALLEN
to know me all wrong, they warn
XX
at every occasion i'll be ready
What's Tangible:
Forged imperfectly, no rules dictate her conformation. Short cannons parallel underestimated appendages harboring flat flints seemingly lacking a heel. Upright pasterns mimic the angle of her dense shoulders, carried a glorified head bejeweled with golden pools. Wide chest sets the dimensions following; correctly sprung rib cage, sinewy quarters and a limited dorsal region suspended with strong lions. Overall stocky, semi draft bodice with a slightly dainty countenance. Breaching but not surpassing the measurement of 16.3 hands, yet her massively proportioned frame gives her the semblance of a bit more. Encased in an ivory cast, washed with streaks of silver. Light dapples are constrained to the cashmere regions of her atlas like slabs. While she is a carrier of plumed genes she was not gifted with full feathers, her fetlocks left bare. From a posterior view she is the slightest bit crooked from a past injury, and from this, her gaits do not follow a general cadence - dramatically off in her left hind without feeling, like she has stringhalt.
What's Not:
Bold ; Spirited ; Benevolent ; Loyal ; Close-minded
with a hint of Arrogance
Sample Post:
Tangible muscles of the nape solidified in tempo with her dome as it arced, forging a beveled channel that further defined the sinew. Pastoral eyes relieved of their lids silently observed the nervy disturbance that felicitated his plumed array; the binary sprawled, stretching joints within the span to impressive lengths. Boundless tresses guised partial features of Hoenn, accommodating a most fraudulent smile. “Good Day, my fresh acquaintance.” A certain formality was to be associated with her, perpetual etiquette was not a trite stereotype for those accorded with a any alliance, however it was a peeve of hers. She was not daft nor obnoxious, but contended like a deity when crucial. Appendages geared foremost, resisting intervals from the nameless mystic. Roused orbs scrutinized the leaner frame with impeccable conformation, a parallel to her own. Subtracting the downy projections.