Post by proserpexa on Jun 9, 2010 0:13:15 GMT -5
Name of Character(s): Wyverinthe
Text: Wyverinthe
Quote: "It's the state of bliss you think your dreaming" or "I can feel you near me, even though your far away" or "Do you expect me to believe I was the only one to fall?" You pick ^.^
Species: Horse
Age: Young mare
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed
Colour: Black Overo (her markings are not specific, so it gives you more freedoms here; though I'd like some white on her face [some/all, whatever you'd like])
Physical Appearance: Slender, a little leggy, feminine
Personality: Innocent - Gentle - Questioning - Sweet
Reference: i9.photobucket.com/albums/a53/ProsenCoNs/wyvvyy2j.jpg
Image Ideas: Whatever you find/think you can work with.
Example post with requested character:
You couldn't blow out this candle. Nothing short of death would do that. There was always the chance that the flame could flicker and dance --- that the shadows would fade in and out or close in upon her. But she was not going to burn out or vanish in a puff of smoke. Her demons lay in wait; but it was the fear of light that held them back, kept them from her. If she were to cast doubt for but a moment or two they could decend upon her, crush her will and try to destroy her from the inside out. But there would always be a light. Always be that chance to burn brighter; higher and engulf those around her. There were so many ways to go in the path life had formed around her, that she had chosen to create and norish. Someday she would pick apart the meanings and try to inspect every little bit; but right now she took each moment as it came with a bright outlook and thoughts that she could save even the very lost. But Wyv did not push --- she wanted to force nothing, she had no will to pry and chase others from her. It was a series of pointing things out; of taking what she was given and working with that.
What was Wyv but a mixture of what innocence consisted of and all things carnal? The want to embrace the desires of the flesh and yet not knowing that this should be wrong, that it should be special and handled with great care? That she should not give it and recieve so freely? It was her innocence that kept her from seeing this. Her youth and the fact it was all so unknown. Knowledge was so powerful. It held the keys to taint and torment; to destroy with a mere explination. Who got to decide who was innocent, what was right and wrong and dirty? The more that one knew the more that they were bound to label things --- were to create the need for guilt. Wyv had no such restrictions within her mind. The only exception seemed to lie within her exsistance. She should think it was wrong that Sanctus wanted her dead; and it wasn't in that it was wrong that she disliked him so. It was because she did not want her life taken away. She wanted to live it. She did not see his reasons of hate for her bloodline as wrong. She did not understand it. She did not need nor want to; more or less.
She wanted the warmth, to touch, feel and all the pleasures that she could have. Why? Simply because she could have them. there was nothing more to it than that. It was living life to what she thought was the fullest. She did it because it <i>could be done</i>. And she liked it. No one told her that it could be wrong. That others would frown upon it. It wasn't something that would harm her. Oh no, it would harm <i>them</i>. Not in any physical sense of the word; but it wouldn't sit right in their minds. And why? Because they were taught not to do it? Because they were jealous that they couldn't live so freely and have a peace of mind if they tried? They were taught it was wrong and therefore if they did it they might feel wrong. They wanted it too and felt guilty because whoever made the laws told them that they <i>should not want it</i>. Life was fucked up, wasn't it? And then tere were those that did it simply <i>because</i> it was wrong and they wanted to prove that they were all big and bad. That they were above the laws and feeling and did not conform. But it was the innocent that had it right. They did not suffer.
Love is not selfish --- no one can really stop emotions from forming. It formed love, friendship, trust, dislike and hate. And so much more. It can turn selfish; there is always that chance. But you can not force away what is or force what wasn't. You could ease into it and hope it sticks --- but it doesn't mean it will. Destiny and soul-mates; not touching that one. There were too many mixed feelings over that, and Wyv did not yet know enough to go into it. there were so many things she needed to experience before she could argue on those levels, and perhaps even then she never would. Wyv had not yet felt a kind of love that one with the types of intimacies she partook in might feel. Maybe in time that would come, and she would find someone that she could not help but cling to. Not for selfish reasons, but because it would just happen eventually. Like a kick upside the head. Which would leave a dent however you saw it. The only problem with Wyv in the thoughts of love like that was that she would find the difficulty in any jealousies that whomever might love her would have.
It was nice; these moments in his company. She could feel the warmth of his skin increase at her touch, and she reached to tug at his mane, a little sigh escaping her; eyes shutting when he nuzzled her forehead. Oh, Wyv knew that the distance between them was like a gaping hole that grew wider each time they felt some sort of connection. She wasn't blind. She understood that he felt it would be wrong; she merely did not quite grasp <i>why</i>. The darkest point had come and gone; and the stars illuminated him more and she found herself looking at him and seeing much more than what his appearence would show others. She would never be able to understand his respect of her as an equal and his need to believe that such actions taken had been forbidden and wrong. It would confuse her and make her question things that were better left unsaid. As for what she did in secret --- was it that? A secret? It was simply <i>hers</i> more than anything. If one were to ask then she might be willing to share it --- but it was the same for what she'd had for breakfast. If she felt like telling you what she ate then she would. It was the same with telling someone what she'd been doing. Or who.
Lobes perked at his use of her name, however shortened. She lifted a front leg to curl it up between them; the spanse from 'knee' to 'wrist' resting on his chest. She listened to his whispers; a certain dread going through her. She knew. She wished she didn't but she had gotten the drift. It was just hard to hear, to know it was said and could not be taken back. <b>"I will not forget you, Kanji."</b> She responded, the words soft --- an attempt to be calming. She felt the touch to her cheek and leaned into the touch as it tickled; trying to rub the sensation away. She blinked at his goodbye, wanting to ask him to stay. But she did not ask it. Instead she simply felt the brush over her nose and wished the moment would last a little longer. Her lips parted; a fragile look flooded her features and then she turned and dashed off --- feeling very much as if she were floating.
Comments: -
Signature?: If you'd like to make one, same size as the image, and maybe have her name, and a quote you did not use on the image.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? The Lost Islands www.thelostislands.webs.com
Specific Artist?: Crazy? If you have time, of course. I saw one you made and it was lovely.
Text: Wyverinthe
Quote: "It's the state of bliss you think your dreaming" or "I can feel you near me, even though your far away" or "Do you expect me to believe I was the only one to fall?" You pick ^.^
Species: Horse
Age: Young mare
Gender: Female
Breed: Mixed
Colour: Black Overo (her markings are not specific, so it gives you more freedoms here; though I'd like some white on her face [some/all, whatever you'd like])
Physical Appearance: Slender, a little leggy, feminine
Personality: Innocent - Gentle - Questioning - Sweet
Reference: i9.photobucket.com/albums/a53/ProsenCoNs/wyvvyy2j.jpg
Image Ideas: Whatever you find/think you can work with.
Example post with requested character:
You couldn't blow out this candle. Nothing short of death would do that. There was always the chance that the flame could flicker and dance --- that the shadows would fade in and out or close in upon her. But she was not going to burn out or vanish in a puff of smoke. Her demons lay in wait; but it was the fear of light that held them back, kept them from her. If she were to cast doubt for but a moment or two they could decend upon her, crush her will and try to destroy her from the inside out. But there would always be a light. Always be that chance to burn brighter; higher and engulf those around her. There were so many ways to go in the path life had formed around her, that she had chosen to create and norish. Someday she would pick apart the meanings and try to inspect every little bit; but right now she took each moment as it came with a bright outlook and thoughts that she could save even the very lost. But Wyv did not push --- she wanted to force nothing, she had no will to pry and chase others from her. It was a series of pointing things out; of taking what she was given and working with that.
What was Wyv but a mixture of what innocence consisted of and all things carnal? The want to embrace the desires of the flesh and yet not knowing that this should be wrong, that it should be special and handled with great care? That she should not give it and recieve so freely? It was her innocence that kept her from seeing this. Her youth and the fact it was all so unknown. Knowledge was so powerful. It held the keys to taint and torment; to destroy with a mere explination. Who got to decide who was innocent, what was right and wrong and dirty? The more that one knew the more that they were bound to label things --- were to create the need for guilt. Wyv had no such restrictions within her mind. The only exception seemed to lie within her exsistance. She should think it was wrong that Sanctus wanted her dead; and it wasn't in that it was wrong that she disliked him so. It was because she did not want her life taken away. She wanted to live it. She did not see his reasons of hate for her bloodline as wrong. She did not understand it. She did not need nor want to; more or less.
She wanted the warmth, to touch, feel and all the pleasures that she could have. Why? Simply because she could have them. there was nothing more to it than that. It was living life to what she thought was the fullest. She did it because it <i>could be done</i>. And she liked it. No one told her that it could be wrong. That others would frown upon it. It wasn't something that would harm her. Oh no, it would harm <i>them</i>. Not in any physical sense of the word; but it wouldn't sit right in their minds. And why? Because they were taught not to do it? Because they were jealous that they couldn't live so freely and have a peace of mind if they tried? They were taught it was wrong and therefore if they did it they might feel wrong. They wanted it too and felt guilty because whoever made the laws told them that they <i>should not want it</i>. Life was fucked up, wasn't it? And then tere were those that did it simply <i>because</i> it was wrong and they wanted to prove that they were all big and bad. That they were above the laws and feeling and did not conform. But it was the innocent that had it right. They did not suffer.
Love is not selfish --- no one can really stop emotions from forming. It formed love, friendship, trust, dislike and hate. And so much more. It can turn selfish; there is always that chance. But you can not force away what is or force what wasn't. You could ease into it and hope it sticks --- but it doesn't mean it will. Destiny and soul-mates; not touching that one. There were too many mixed feelings over that, and Wyv did not yet know enough to go into it. there were so many things she needed to experience before she could argue on those levels, and perhaps even then she never would. Wyv had not yet felt a kind of love that one with the types of intimacies she partook in might feel. Maybe in time that would come, and she would find someone that she could not help but cling to. Not for selfish reasons, but because it would just happen eventually. Like a kick upside the head. Which would leave a dent however you saw it. The only problem with Wyv in the thoughts of love like that was that she would find the difficulty in any jealousies that whomever might love her would have.
It was nice; these moments in his company. She could feel the warmth of his skin increase at her touch, and she reached to tug at his mane, a little sigh escaping her; eyes shutting when he nuzzled her forehead. Oh, Wyv knew that the distance between them was like a gaping hole that grew wider each time they felt some sort of connection. She wasn't blind. She understood that he felt it would be wrong; she merely did not quite grasp <i>why</i>. The darkest point had come and gone; and the stars illuminated him more and she found herself looking at him and seeing much more than what his appearence would show others. She would never be able to understand his respect of her as an equal and his need to believe that such actions taken had been forbidden and wrong. It would confuse her and make her question things that were better left unsaid. As for what she did in secret --- was it that? A secret? It was simply <i>hers</i> more than anything. If one were to ask then she might be willing to share it --- but it was the same for what she'd had for breakfast. If she felt like telling you what she ate then she would. It was the same with telling someone what she'd been doing. Or who.
Lobes perked at his use of her name, however shortened. She lifted a front leg to curl it up between them; the spanse from 'knee' to 'wrist' resting on his chest. She listened to his whispers; a certain dread going through her. She knew. She wished she didn't but she had gotten the drift. It was just hard to hear, to know it was said and could not be taken back. <b>"I will not forget you, Kanji."</b> She responded, the words soft --- an attempt to be calming. She felt the touch to her cheek and leaned into the touch as it tickled; trying to rub the sensation away. She blinked at his goodbye, wanting to ask him to stay. But she did not ask it. Instead she simply felt the brush over her nose and wished the moment would last a little longer. Her lips parted; a fragile look flooded her features and then she turned and dashed off --- feeling very much as if she were floating.
Comments: -
Signature?: If you'd like to make one, same size as the image, and maybe have her name, and a quote you did not use on the image.
Which site(s) will you be using the image to? The Lost Islands www.thelostislands.webs.com
Specific Artist?: Crazy? If you have time, of course. I saw one you made and it was lovely.
