Post by Silvertip on May 7, 2006 18:39:02 GMT -5
[Name]
Silvertip
[Gender]
Female
[Breed]
I am not sure if this counts. Tipped.
[Age]
8 years
[Physical Description]
Silvertip is very strong, she is able to run for long periods of time. She was gotten a scar at birth that runs across her face, it makes her look older then she is. She is well built. Her eyes look like they are liquid silverShe is something that you take a glance at, then double back to get a better look.
[Look]
Just like my avatar only more silver, and the not tipped is black.
[Personality]
Silvertip is very kind, she is very bold. She is brave, has almost no pride. She hates it when she is disturbed. She gets so stubborn that it is almost impossible to change her mind. She is a quick thinker, and as cunning as a fox. The only thing that she has never liked about her is her tongue. She often insults before thinking about who she is insulting. Then she ends up getting in trouble. She enjoys going on runs, and sleeping. She attracts trouble, often times she can't coop with it. She is very outgoing, and fast.
She had only gained one weakness: Love, trust and her heart.
[RPG example]
The grey stones of the House Adhan glittered in the morning heat. Deep within the desert, there was no life to be seen. Only endless expanses of sand for miles, and then, the black house.
It was small enough, with a small stream running along its right side. It was a strange sight, a stream in the desert. Travelers so maddened by the heat that they saw no suspicion had drunken from the stream. It had been their last drink.
For within the house lived Asmana, the Messenger of Mortals and Slave of the Spirits. She sat for hours within her house, meditating and thinking, and red tabby cat stretched luxuriously over the sill of the only window in the house.
On one day, the summer solstice, the hottest day of the year amplified by the Desert, Asmana’s mind was in turmoil.
The next message has arrived, said Anki, spirit of Fate.
Yes. For someone not far from here. Get up and leave. Go, deliver the message. Shin, spirit of Truth, never lied.
No, came a weak struggle from the darkest corner of the mind, I won’t. You cannot control me like this forever!
Oh, no? Anki asked mockingly. Up. The Message must be delivered.
The weakest voice seemed to weep within its own mind, dominated by the spirits.
Get up, Asmana. This is your destiny.
And of course, dominated, she was forced to get up. Asmana herself never realized what had happened. She was oblivious to the struggles of her mind. She stood and called, in and icy and whispery voice, “Rin, let’s go.”
The cat on the windowsill blinked and said, Already? I was having a nice nap.
“Yes. We have to go.” So Shade and were-cat set off. Asmana slung her huge Claymore sword over her back, grabbed her satchel of belongings, and the two of them left.
- - - - -
Having traveled for over three hours on foot, Asmana and Rin stopped to rest on a low cliff.
So, what’s this message? Rin asked.
“It’s to a traveler, somewhere in this desert.” Asmana replied. “It says, ‘You’re destiny will come sooner than you think.’”
Do we even want to guess what this one could mean?
“No.” Asmana replied. She lay down in the shade of the cliff and fell into a troubled sleep.
- - - - -
“Asmana! Wake up!” A sharp, female voice cut into Asmana’s mind. Within and instant, she was awake. Standing before her was a short maiden, with emerald-green eyes and shaggy red hair.
“Hello, Yane,” Asmana said to Rin’s human form.
“There isn’t any time for this!” Yane said.
Asmana grew serious. “What is it?”
Yane grinned sardonically. “Slavers.”
Silvertip
[Gender]
Female
[Breed]
I am not sure if this counts. Tipped.
[Age]
8 years
[Physical Description]
Silvertip is very strong, she is able to run for long periods of time. She was gotten a scar at birth that runs across her face, it makes her look older then she is. She is well built. Her eyes look like they are liquid silverShe is something that you take a glance at, then double back to get a better look.
[Look]
Just like my avatar only more silver, and the not tipped is black.
[Personality]
Silvertip is very kind, she is very bold. She is brave, has almost no pride. She hates it when she is disturbed. She gets so stubborn that it is almost impossible to change her mind. She is a quick thinker, and as cunning as a fox. The only thing that she has never liked about her is her tongue. She often insults before thinking about who she is insulting. Then she ends up getting in trouble. She enjoys going on runs, and sleeping. She attracts trouble, often times she can't coop with it. She is very outgoing, and fast.
She had only gained one weakness: Love, trust and her heart.
[RPG example]
The grey stones of the House Adhan glittered in the morning heat. Deep within the desert, there was no life to be seen. Only endless expanses of sand for miles, and then, the black house.
It was small enough, with a small stream running along its right side. It was a strange sight, a stream in the desert. Travelers so maddened by the heat that they saw no suspicion had drunken from the stream. It had been their last drink.
For within the house lived Asmana, the Messenger of Mortals and Slave of the Spirits. She sat for hours within her house, meditating and thinking, and red tabby cat stretched luxuriously over the sill of the only window in the house.
On one day, the summer solstice, the hottest day of the year amplified by the Desert, Asmana’s mind was in turmoil.
The next message has arrived, said Anki, spirit of Fate.
Yes. For someone not far from here. Get up and leave. Go, deliver the message. Shin, spirit of Truth, never lied.
No, came a weak struggle from the darkest corner of the mind, I won’t. You cannot control me like this forever!
Oh, no? Anki asked mockingly. Up. The Message must be delivered.
The weakest voice seemed to weep within its own mind, dominated by the spirits.
Get up, Asmana. This is your destiny.
And of course, dominated, she was forced to get up. Asmana herself never realized what had happened. She was oblivious to the struggles of her mind. She stood and called, in and icy and whispery voice, “Rin, let’s go.”
The cat on the windowsill blinked and said, Already? I was having a nice nap.
“Yes. We have to go.” So Shade and were-cat set off. Asmana slung her huge Claymore sword over her back, grabbed her satchel of belongings, and the two of them left.
- - - - -
Having traveled for over three hours on foot, Asmana and Rin stopped to rest on a low cliff.
So, what’s this message? Rin asked.
“It’s to a traveler, somewhere in this desert.” Asmana replied. “It says, ‘You’re destiny will come sooner than you think.’”
Do we even want to guess what this one could mean?
“No.” Asmana replied. She lay down in the shade of the cliff and fell into a troubled sleep.
- - - - -
“Asmana! Wake up!” A sharp, female voice cut into Asmana’s mind. Within and instant, she was awake. Standing before her was a short maiden, with emerald-green eyes and shaggy red hair.
“Hello, Yane,” Asmana said to Rin’s human form.
“There isn’t any time for this!” Yane said.
Asmana grew serious. “What is it?”
Yane grinned sardonically. “Slavers.”