Post by Serenity on Jun 9, 2006 13:46:25 GMT -5
ooc: I would like to be called Leo. I tend to roleplay wolves or horses, but I do roleplay many other things. My limits comes to a certain amount of violence and swearing. I have been a roleplayer for about four-five years. Please, enjoy my audition. ((Genre: Fantasy animals))
ic:
The silent songs of birds’ flight rang like sweet melodic choirs as the flown along the realm of which the shadows were roaming. Each step taking made a story to create a book, and this seemed to be the beginning of a new chapter. Now, it was starting to form.
Foliage made weapons as the forms darted quickly through light, soon to dissolve within an abyss. The forest which was stumbled upon was splashed with color, and as afternoon struck, so did life.
Sauntering, shifting, padding, and soaring; creatures both alike and different continued their daily routines. Morning hunts were taken to dens, feeling either the young they had, of feeding themselves. Others roamed freely, while herds fed on fresh blades.
A sigh was heard, but its source remained hidden. It sounds a little high in note, so it must have belonged to a feminine build. Then, with a tranquil moved, a shadow appeared.
Though slender, her emerald gaze revealed a bold spirit. No fear, eager to fight. Sadly, her eyes also showed a particular weakness… Only one other knows this.
Reposed notes of a growl echoed behind her. With a content look back, her plume whipped around for play and tease.
A nose poked forth from a veil, which slowly became a dark, velveteen mug. Steadily, a vibrant and aflame gaze appeared. Rouge pools of reflecting colors came forth to reveal a story that had no fears, strong spirit, and a will for death to save others.
As fuchsia met jade, his full physique slithered forth from the dark. A body with a bulk of muscle carefully etched upon his obsidian bod, showed strength. His height read an alphen, but he was re-tired for that and still remained at the young age of three winters. No longer ruler of a pack, he became hunter and protector of his twin kin.
Nostrils flared, a calmly carved face softly staring into the distance, as he turned. It was then, more secrets were revealed.
A mark. A jewel symbol of pure gold. A mysterious blessing to symbolize a crescent moon. A present given to both brother and sister…
Mitts moved with feline songs of serene silence, leaving behind a journey’s pass with each engraved mark left in the dirt. Low branches soared above, fallen trees lunged over, and crackling debris carefully avoided. Soon, destiny was within a steps reach.
Each came to a halt, planting their rears down in synchronized time. Muzzle’s outlined the royal hues of the heavens above. Then it started, with only one singing the song.
The brutain, know as Darkrunner, opened his powerful jowls slightly as vibration began in his vocals cords to clear out a powerful song that shattered all silence around. Low in notes, it still maintained its beauty that revealed a hidden past, but a bold question.
As his continued, the female know as Moonpaw, began to take her place. Sweet melody rang over her brother’s though it created harmony with each other, revealing the same thing as before. A hidden past. A bold question. A question to join.
ic:
The silent songs of birds’ flight rang like sweet melodic choirs as the flown along the realm of which the shadows were roaming. Each step taking made a story to create a book, and this seemed to be the beginning of a new chapter. Now, it was starting to form.
Foliage made weapons as the forms darted quickly through light, soon to dissolve within an abyss. The forest which was stumbled upon was splashed with color, and as afternoon struck, so did life.
Sauntering, shifting, padding, and soaring; creatures both alike and different continued their daily routines. Morning hunts were taken to dens, feeling either the young they had, of feeding themselves. Others roamed freely, while herds fed on fresh blades.
A sigh was heard, but its source remained hidden. It sounds a little high in note, so it must have belonged to a feminine build. Then, with a tranquil moved, a shadow appeared.
Though slender, her emerald gaze revealed a bold spirit. No fear, eager to fight. Sadly, her eyes also showed a particular weakness… Only one other knows this.
Reposed notes of a growl echoed behind her. With a content look back, her plume whipped around for play and tease.
A nose poked forth from a veil, which slowly became a dark, velveteen mug. Steadily, a vibrant and aflame gaze appeared. Rouge pools of reflecting colors came forth to reveal a story that had no fears, strong spirit, and a will for death to save others.
As fuchsia met jade, his full physique slithered forth from the dark. A body with a bulk of muscle carefully etched upon his obsidian bod, showed strength. His height read an alphen, but he was re-tired for that and still remained at the young age of three winters. No longer ruler of a pack, he became hunter and protector of his twin kin.
Nostrils flared, a calmly carved face softly staring into the distance, as he turned. It was then, more secrets were revealed.
A mark. A jewel symbol of pure gold. A mysterious blessing to symbolize a crescent moon. A present given to both brother and sister…
Mitts moved with feline songs of serene silence, leaving behind a journey’s pass with each engraved mark left in the dirt. Low branches soared above, fallen trees lunged over, and crackling debris carefully avoided. Soon, destiny was within a steps reach.
Each came to a halt, planting their rears down in synchronized time. Muzzle’s outlined the royal hues of the heavens above. Then it started, with only one singing the song.
The brutain, know as Darkrunner, opened his powerful jowls slightly as vibration began in his vocals cords to clear out a powerful song that shattered all silence around. Low in notes, it still maintained its beauty that revealed a hidden past, but a bold question.
As his continued, the female know as Moonpaw, began to take her place. Sweet melody rang over her brother’s though it created harmony with each other, revealing the same thing as before. A hidden past. A bold question. A question to join.
