Post by L O A ;; on Aug 13, 2007 17:02:49 GMT -5
ACRONYM x loa
HUE x achromatic
CLASSIFICATION x xy
SPECIES x gray wolf
DOTAGE x five
FAVORED GOD x unknown
SAMPLED x from my character Vetkezik, a lycan, on horseland:
I halted my 'scooting' motion instantaneously, my bemused expression growing only more so as I identified the anger at it growing on her own façade. I restrained a chuckle as I saw that my casual use of the word 'friend' had caused some kind of emotional reaction within her – I eyed her, still playful, yet suspicious, as she clenched her muscles and appeared ready to spring, to attack at any moment. I blinked curiously as she snarled, my own labrums peeling back to expose my enamels in a warning gesture. I did not feel the need to battle with this fatale, especially knowing that she would be as aggressive as she wished. I was growing lazy, truly, my muscles growing less developed and my mind rejecting the mere idea of any type of exercise. I cursed myself silently as she circled me, though I kept up the placid expression fixated upon my visage. I followed her carefully out of the corner of my eye, the suspense and the need for blood she was emanating almost overwhelming. Another maniac? I almost laughed out loud once more, though I understood that that would only cause the situation to descend into an even worse position. "Perhaps because I asked nicely?" I clipped mockingly, my invisible brow raised condescendingly as I practically sneered at her. I reacted calmly as she flicked my cerebrum with her plume, a snap made playfully at its tip before she wheeled around, her embodiment launching toward me. I was surprised, I admit – I launched myself to the left as quickly as I realized her intentions, though her dentals only clipped my right hind. I swore under my breath, my dark occuli shifting to meet hers as an unfamiliar boiling emotion rose within me. My blood sizzled, my eyes unfocused slightly as I emitted a low, guttural growl, though I shook myself and I was able to take over a bit more control than I had had only a moment before. "I have no need, no intention, to fight the likes of you, wench." I spat angrily, the boiling emotion returning for the time I spoke to the fae. My angry self through in the word that was sometimes taken as an insult involuntarily, my thoughts clouded by the amount of blood rushing to my head, my anger egging me on. I struggled for control, though as it seemed impossible I allowed myself to slip into this angry oblivion, at least for now.
word count; four hundred and thirteen
HUE x achromatic
CLASSIFICATION x xy
SPECIES x gray wolf
DOTAGE x five
FAVORED GOD x unknown
SAMPLED x from my character Vetkezik, a lycan, on horseland:
I halted my 'scooting' motion instantaneously, my bemused expression growing only more so as I identified the anger at it growing on her own façade. I restrained a chuckle as I saw that my casual use of the word 'friend' had caused some kind of emotional reaction within her – I eyed her, still playful, yet suspicious, as she clenched her muscles and appeared ready to spring, to attack at any moment. I blinked curiously as she snarled, my own labrums peeling back to expose my enamels in a warning gesture. I did not feel the need to battle with this fatale, especially knowing that she would be as aggressive as she wished. I was growing lazy, truly, my muscles growing less developed and my mind rejecting the mere idea of any type of exercise. I cursed myself silently as she circled me, though I kept up the placid expression fixated upon my visage. I followed her carefully out of the corner of my eye, the suspense and the need for blood she was emanating almost overwhelming. Another maniac? I almost laughed out loud once more, though I understood that that would only cause the situation to descend into an even worse position. "Perhaps because I asked nicely?" I clipped mockingly, my invisible brow raised condescendingly as I practically sneered at her. I reacted calmly as she flicked my cerebrum with her plume, a snap made playfully at its tip before she wheeled around, her embodiment launching toward me. I was surprised, I admit – I launched myself to the left as quickly as I realized her intentions, though her dentals only clipped my right hind. I swore under my breath, my dark occuli shifting to meet hers as an unfamiliar boiling emotion rose within me. My blood sizzled, my eyes unfocused slightly as I emitted a low, guttural growl, though I shook myself and I was able to take over a bit more control than I had had only a moment before. "I have no need, no intention, to fight the likes of you, wench." I spat angrily, the boiling emotion returning for the time I spoke to the fae. My angry self through in the word that was sometimes taken as an insult involuntarily, my thoughts clouded by the amount of blood rushing to my head, my anger egging me on. I struggled for control, though as it seemed impossible I allowed myself to slip into this angry oblivion, at least for now.
word count; four hundred and thirteen