Post by lathriel on Jun 24, 2008 16:17:57 GMT -5
I am truly sorry if this isn't where this goes... I do hope so.
Name: Lathriel ^^
Age: 15
Experience: About 3 years.
How you found us: Javert on Certamen NOX… I don’t know her name on here. She is Yuniko’s twin though.
Role play Sample:
The heat of the flames caressed down her smooth tan skin as her body entwined itself with the beat. Her hips swayed and jerked to the frantic pounding of drums, little metallic pieces jingling and clanking with them as they lay attached to her multiple sarongs and sashes, the beads in her raven hair clapping together chaotically. Twisting, twirling, and leaping up into the air through the smoke of the fire she felt herself become utterly intoxicated, as if the music itself was a drug. She thought of nothing, remembered nothing, and only moved, sweat beading, gleaming, at every pore.
As she swayed and trashed, she unknowingly glowed. Clothed in shades brown, red, silver, orange, gold, and black her clothing made her a look like a dancing flame, a living bit of fire. Both men and women stood awed, gawking at as she stood out of the group of girls about the fire. Thoughts were flying through their heads, no doubt, and most of them, I’m sure, were of a dirty sort. Of course, how could she every dream to think she was the star-striking lady of the camp, how could she think when she was overwhelmingly engulfed by the nightlife.
She let a loud burst of sound crawl its way out from her throat as she became this beat, for the sensation of it was too much to contain. She caught a glimpse of a man through the towering flames, he too dancing, if that was the word for it. He thrust himself into the steady sound, making his way through the other girls to her. With animal like instinct she let out another burst of sound, something much like a howl, and then took off into the deep of the forest. She closed her eyes, her body carrying itself through the woods without harm, her bare feet crushing the foliage beneath.
After a time she stopped, her breath coming in heavy pants. She let out another howl before grabbing her flask from her hip and taking in a sweet, rich taste of wine. She wiped the sweat off her brow before her ears caught the sound in the quiet dark. Snapping twigs, crashing leaves… someone was coming. Was it him? Did he truly find himself so attracted to her that he could follow her? She doubted such a thing but… perhaps he had became besotted with her. Her time for though grew short with each passing second, the sound was growing louder, nearer. Would she stay or take off? Stay… Or go? Stay or...
“AHA! Got you!” The man crashed into the clearing, tackling her to the ground. His hair hung in sweat locked dreads, barely brushing against her face. He was so intimately close; it made her squirm against the warm strength of his hands. He smirked as her eyes fixated upon his striking features, beautiful eyes of green, luscious, firey locks, a smooth pale face with high cheekbones… He arched his back coming into an upward-dog-like position, his hands still holding her firmly to the ground, as if he knew she yearned to drink in more, but too to escape his grasp.
She shuttered beneath him as she caressed his rock-hard abs with her eyes… She shook her head back and forth. He was beautiful no doubt, but that gave him no right to go about chasing her like her did and most certainly no right to pin her down as such.
“W-who do you think you are?!” He lowered himself into the intimately close position again. His breath smelled sweet, like cloves and his hot against her face.
“A handsome young man on top of a beautiful young woman who is about to ask the beautiful young lady if it is quite alright to steal a kiss. Please do say yes.” She stared blankly at him… the nerve. Her only concern was… What would be said of her if someone stepped into the clearing? Would she be made into a harlot? Or a victim of this lovely man… Ok, there were a few other concerns, but that was man main one and another could be taken care of right now…
“What’s your name?”
“Alexander and yours dear lady?”
“Lathriel, and no you may not have a kiss.”
He said: BLOCKED BY ALMIGHTY FORCE THAT CONTROLS THE SITE!
Nice try folks! (=
Name: Lathriel ^^
Age: 15
Experience: About 3 years.
How you found us: Javert on Certamen NOX… I don’t know her name on here. She is Yuniko’s twin though.
Role play Sample:
The heat of the flames caressed down her smooth tan skin as her body entwined itself with the beat. Her hips swayed and jerked to the frantic pounding of drums, little metallic pieces jingling and clanking with them as they lay attached to her multiple sarongs and sashes, the beads in her raven hair clapping together chaotically. Twisting, twirling, and leaping up into the air through the smoke of the fire she felt herself become utterly intoxicated, as if the music itself was a drug. She thought of nothing, remembered nothing, and only moved, sweat beading, gleaming, at every pore.
As she swayed and trashed, she unknowingly glowed. Clothed in shades brown, red, silver, orange, gold, and black her clothing made her a look like a dancing flame, a living bit of fire. Both men and women stood awed, gawking at as she stood out of the group of girls about the fire. Thoughts were flying through their heads, no doubt, and most of them, I’m sure, were of a dirty sort. Of course, how could she every dream to think she was the star-striking lady of the camp, how could she think when she was overwhelmingly engulfed by the nightlife.
She let a loud burst of sound crawl its way out from her throat as she became this beat, for the sensation of it was too much to contain. She caught a glimpse of a man through the towering flames, he too dancing, if that was the word for it. He thrust himself into the steady sound, making his way through the other girls to her. With animal like instinct she let out another burst of sound, something much like a howl, and then took off into the deep of the forest. She closed her eyes, her body carrying itself through the woods without harm, her bare feet crushing the foliage beneath.
After a time she stopped, her breath coming in heavy pants. She let out another howl before grabbing her flask from her hip and taking in a sweet, rich taste of wine. She wiped the sweat off her brow before her ears caught the sound in the quiet dark. Snapping twigs, crashing leaves… someone was coming. Was it him? Did he truly find himself so attracted to her that he could follow her? She doubted such a thing but… perhaps he had became besotted with her. Her time for though grew short with each passing second, the sound was growing louder, nearer. Would she stay or take off? Stay… Or go? Stay or...
“AHA! Got you!” The man crashed into the clearing, tackling her to the ground. His hair hung in sweat locked dreads, barely brushing against her face. He was so intimately close; it made her squirm against the warm strength of his hands. He smirked as her eyes fixated upon his striking features, beautiful eyes of green, luscious, firey locks, a smooth pale face with high cheekbones… He arched his back coming into an upward-dog-like position, his hands still holding her firmly to the ground, as if he knew she yearned to drink in more, but too to escape his grasp.
She shuttered beneath him as she caressed his rock-hard abs with her eyes… She shook her head back and forth. He was beautiful no doubt, but that gave him no right to go about chasing her like her did and most certainly no right to pin her down as such.
“W-who do you think you are?!” He lowered himself into the intimately close position again. His breath smelled sweet, like cloves and his hot against her face.
“A handsome young man on top of a beautiful young woman who is about to ask the beautiful young lady if it is quite alright to steal a kiss. Please do say yes.” She stared blankly at him… the nerve. Her only concern was… What would be said of her if someone stepped into the clearing? Would she be made into a harlot? Or a victim of this lovely man… Ok, there were a few other concerns, but that was man main one and another could be taken care of right now…
“What’s your name?”
“Alexander and yours dear lady?”
“Lathriel, and no you may not have a kiss.”
He said: BLOCKED BY ALMIGHTY FORCE THAT CONTROLS THE SITE!
Nice try folks! (=
