Post by nicole on Feb 24, 2010 18:15:34 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Lucidity
Text: Name and quote
Quote: ...And Their Eulogies Sang Me to Sleep
Species: Vampire horse
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Breed: AKHAL-TEKE HYBRID
Colour: BUCKSKIN ROAN
Photos This is a manip I made for her fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/056/4/2/Lucidity_by_xpanikx.jpg
Physical Appearance: Very sleek, slender, vampire fangs (they aren't big fangs that overpower her mouth, they are smaller but still noticable and enough to puncture flesh) and piercing blue eyes. Long flowing mane and tail.
Personality: Lures you in, but won’t hesitate to stab you in the front. Sarcastic, a natural sadist, calculating, unpredictable. All of that fun stuff =)
Image Ideas: She is also a fire elemental so I would love to have a little bit of ominous fire.. Also maybe have it take place at night. Eerie, creepy feel would be epic! If you could also have her mouth open a bit to show off those wicked looking fangs.
Comments: Hmm, She is most likely an Anne Rice-esque vampire.
Sample Post:
She is the ghost amongst the desolate lands of Hoofprince, is dead to the world, dead to her own mother, and she couldn’t have cared less. She wasn’t a full fledged vampire like her father as she could still go out during the day without her flesh cracking and peeling, however she avoids the sun by choice. Nor does she need to consume the vital liquid of other equine to survive, but she chooses to. The taste of blood is an acquired one, that not many could take pleasure in like she could. There is something about enjoying the taste and texture of flesh as well as blood that takes a certain type of sadistic being. A creature who craves to prey upon the life of others to satiate their own twisted hungers and desires, not because they need to, but because they want to.
The night sky is littered in obscure grey clouds that smother the lights final attempts to bathe the world in silver. However, the clouds are so dense it is a feeble attempt for that stray strand of light to penetrate the barrier. But this fanged creature finds solace within the solitude of night (especially nights like these in particular), much like her mother did before her life came undone. Perhaps that is the only and last thing they had in common, for how could such a demonic creature come from someone so fragile? Those questions often infiltrated within her perverse mind whilst she spent her years alone, killing small animals at first, then working her way up to larger creatures. The largest being a young buck that was off searching to start a family of his own, and she suffocated his future like she killed him. It was invigorating, it was so right when it was so wrong. Ah, but what of morals? Well morals are simply a matter of opinion. There would be no regret, no tears shed, not a second thought for those she killed except for when she recalls the taste of them on her tongue.
The pale buckskin roan is not choked out in the darkness for she appears to hold an ethereal glow about her despite the lack of moonlight. Her body is slender like her father’s, it as though she should appear malnourished but she is not, this fascinating lethal creature is all muscle. She is well fed and her coat gleams in vigour even throughout the most murky of places. Such an eerie being that is not beautiful but striking; from the slinky way she moves like a leopard on the prowl to her murderous pale blue eyes. Despite how lovely those eyes may appear, there is a calculating creature lurking behind them thinking terrible things all whilst wondering how good you might taste.
She slinks effortlessly through the shadows, her hooves hardly making a sound as she makes her way into the vistas, well aware of her surroundings. She hovers just around the outskirts for she is by no means the social butterfly fluttering around greeting everyone happily. In truth, she would rather be alone; but some days leave you wanting to play, tonight being one of those moments she knew she would probably regret.
The hellish mare knew her presence was always one to demand attention whether she liked it or not, but would they be bold enough to approach? Doubtful, but she stands near a spidery oak tree that is beautiful in its own morbidity. It creaks like a door hinge that has not been lubricated in over a decade, where leaves no longer clung to its bare appendages for it has been dead for so long. So unlike the trees that now were shedding their vibrant autumn leaves, still very much alive.
Lucidity and the decaying oak tree share an affinity, they both are outcasts in a world where so many fit into similar moulds. But, she doesn’t mourn for a life she could of had, she relishes in the fact that she is so dissimilar to the clones that have overpopulated and plagued these empty grounds. She draws in a deep breath as if she would it release an exasperated sigh, instead she holds it, playing with the peculiar scents within her mind, only letting it trickle out of her nostrils ever so slowly. Her obsidian hued mouth is slightly parted, allowing her ominous fangs to be exposed, glinting in the dim light that reflects of it. She hopes the night would bring forth some creatures who were worthy of notice, but how could anyone want to sleep when the night was thrumming with vivacity? Perhaps she is the only one left to cherish the darkness, oh how disappointing this was turning out to be.
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. Sure, just a type of thing that will go at the footer of my html. So maybe 500 x 100ish?
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Hoofprince
Text: Name and quote
Quote: ...And Their Eulogies Sang Me to Sleep
Species: Vampire horse
Age: 5
Gender: Female
Breed: AKHAL-TEKE HYBRID
Colour: BUCKSKIN ROAN
Photos This is a manip I made for her fc08.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2010/056/4/2/Lucidity_by_xpanikx.jpg
Physical Appearance: Very sleek, slender, vampire fangs (they aren't big fangs that overpower her mouth, they are smaller but still noticable and enough to puncture flesh) and piercing blue eyes. Long flowing mane and tail.
Personality: Lures you in, but won’t hesitate to stab you in the front. Sarcastic, a natural sadist, calculating, unpredictable. All of that fun stuff =)
Image Ideas: She is also a fire elemental so I would love to have a little bit of ominous fire.. Also maybe have it take place at night. Eerie, creepy feel would be epic! If you could also have her mouth open a bit to show off those wicked looking fangs.
Comments: Hmm, She is most likely an Anne Rice-esque vampire.
Sample Post:
She is the ghost amongst the desolate lands of Hoofprince, is dead to the world, dead to her own mother, and she couldn’t have cared less. She wasn’t a full fledged vampire like her father as she could still go out during the day without her flesh cracking and peeling, however she avoids the sun by choice. Nor does she need to consume the vital liquid of other equine to survive, but she chooses to. The taste of blood is an acquired one, that not many could take pleasure in like she could. There is something about enjoying the taste and texture of flesh as well as blood that takes a certain type of sadistic being. A creature who craves to prey upon the life of others to satiate their own twisted hungers and desires, not because they need to, but because they want to.
The night sky is littered in obscure grey clouds that smother the lights final attempts to bathe the world in silver. However, the clouds are so dense it is a feeble attempt for that stray strand of light to penetrate the barrier. But this fanged creature finds solace within the solitude of night (especially nights like these in particular), much like her mother did before her life came undone. Perhaps that is the only and last thing they had in common, for how could such a demonic creature come from someone so fragile? Those questions often infiltrated within her perverse mind whilst she spent her years alone, killing small animals at first, then working her way up to larger creatures. The largest being a young buck that was off searching to start a family of his own, and she suffocated his future like she killed him. It was invigorating, it was so right when it was so wrong. Ah, but what of morals? Well morals are simply a matter of opinion. There would be no regret, no tears shed, not a second thought for those she killed except for when she recalls the taste of them on her tongue.
The pale buckskin roan is not choked out in the darkness for she appears to hold an ethereal glow about her despite the lack of moonlight. Her body is slender like her father’s, it as though she should appear malnourished but she is not, this fascinating lethal creature is all muscle. She is well fed and her coat gleams in vigour even throughout the most murky of places. Such an eerie being that is not beautiful but striking; from the slinky way she moves like a leopard on the prowl to her murderous pale blue eyes. Despite how lovely those eyes may appear, there is a calculating creature lurking behind them thinking terrible things all whilst wondering how good you might taste.
She slinks effortlessly through the shadows, her hooves hardly making a sound as she makes her way into the vistas, well aware of her surroundings. She hovers just around the outskirts for she is by no means the social butterfly fluttering around greeting everyone happily. In truth, she would rather be alone; but some days leave you wanting to play, tonight being one of those moments she knew she would probably regret.
The hellish mare knew her presence was always one to demand attention whether she liked it or not, but would they be bold enough to approach? Doubtful, but she stands near a spidery oak tree that is beautiful in its own morbidity. It creaks like a door hinge that has not been lubricated in over a decade, where leaves no longer clung to its bare appendages for it has been dead for so long. So unlike the trees that now were shedding their vibrant autumn leaves, still very much alive.
Lucidity and the decaying oak tree share an affinity, they both are outcasts in a world where so many fit into similar moulds. But, she doesn’t mourn for a life she could of had, she relishes in the fact that she is so dissimilar to the clones that have overpopulated and plagued these empty grounds. She draws in a deep breath as if she would it release an exasperated sigh, instead she holds it, playing with the peculiar scents within her mind, only letting it trickle out of her nostrils ever so slowly. Her obsidian hued mouth is slightly parted, allowing her ominous fangs to be exposed, glinting in the dim light that reflects of it. She hopes the night would bring forth some creatures who were worthy of notice, but how could anyone want to sleep when the night was thrumming with vivacity? Perhaps she is the only one left to cherish the darkness, oh how disappointing this was turning out to be.
Signature?: If yes, please include the size you would like. Sure, just a type of thing that will go at the footer of my html. So maybe 500 x 100ish?
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? Hoofprince
Yes I would love for you to take this, thank yoou!