Post by » .|Tempest on Dec 1, 2007 16:21:36 GMT -5
*Portrait: Working on getting one.
named for the sorrow;; Despereaux .x.
hardened by;; Eight years of power. .x.
chromosomed;; XY .x.
bleed that of;; Frisean .x.
willing to follow;; Tendral Glade .x.
the mindset of a demon;; Despereaux is rather thingyy at times. His attitude is not always looked on with pride. He is a very dominating leader, standing over most all other equines, he is proud, noble, and he knows the strenght that he holds. He is not one to back down from a challenge, nor that of a fight. Often times he gets himself into them because he is unwilling to back down to another soul. His temper is a force to be reckoned with when he is angered. Patience is not really a virtue that he holds a lot of. He likes his answered quick, the battles bloody. His nature is not one to bring promises of happiness and eternal joy. In wars, he will go into front lines alongside his companions, fight till he is standing on one leg and three broken. Despereaux is not one to always understand emotions however, and thus he can often break hearts without much feeling in it. He had little care for anyone besides someone he thinks is truly deservant of his respect and his loyalty. He knows he is an impressive force, something wanted by many, and he is not afraid to show this side of himself occasionally. He's pretty used to getting what he wants, a challenge with a vixen isn't really something he is used to finding..x.
*the past written in blood;; It has been written of him long in some historys. He was to be a warrior, born of a demon, in the frame of a goddess. Her nature entire and pure, broken by the bonds of hell, and ruining the lines he was made. He became the nature of his homes desctruction and led them to there deaths. But with far different reasons then most. He felt no sorrow for them, and thus, he has grown to hate, despise, and anger. .x.
sample a god;;
[/color]DESPEREAUXMassive crania rose slightly, twin censors loomed forward at the sounds of another. A slight toss of that massive crania shook a forelock of long tendencies to clear the path of deep ebon pools. Power and intimidation shown in the depths of such power. His massive figure was something to show really. Scared and battered, but it hardly took away from the powerful motions he made, the fire that burned in his dark soul, his attitude could be rather thingyy at times, but only because he was rather used to getting what he wanted, when he wanted. Never had he known love, nor had he known the slightest touch of affection, never had he met a challenge. What a change it could be? He smirked slightly, moving sharp and ready daggers towards the edge of the hill. His heavy crane rose then, the breeze coming to him then, closing his eyes for a time, letting himself relax, he felt only the cold of the night. But what was this new the wind came to him? It whispered of a dark seductress, of a powerful dame of his own blood, her scent intoxicating, devastatingly desirable. He tossed that sleek crane to the sky then, and his gaze sought out her frame.It wasn't long before he spotted her farther off. She was indeed a draft like kind, and he couldn't help but tremor in the wake of such dark beauty. Such wrath and power. He felt the craving for her flesh, and to know such a name... He moved down the steep of a slope, and watched that elegant bay frame. His strides were what would have looked like a practiced parade march. Slow, though his legs lifted high and showy, neck arched, head tucked to his chest. He knew how to show every muscle, ever ripple of pure power. He shone like a battle shield, ready for any war that was to be waged. He came upon her, sleek as he spotted that sinister grin and he felt the heat rise within him. The familiar pull of emotions. Lust threatening to taunt him to extremes. He tossed his head once more, a deep baritone came from his throax. "Eve' ma' dark lass. I am The Beta of the Royal Xandrex Horde, Hellavex, Despereaux. What is your calling?" He had no intension's of hiding the lust from his frame, though the depths of his occulis had never been touched with emotion before.She was indeed everything a dark dame should be. His interest hard to hide, he moved careful steps about her, slow, though he did not deny the thingyy nature any either. Of course many dames thought this a rather distasteful trait, but when his vixen knew they were something to look at, flaunted it, often times tempted with false promises, it only made his chase more fun, for he knew the game well. But then, he had always had such easy little fillies come to tempt the big brute of the Xandrex. He felt the sudden cold touch of ice like power against his limb, the water seeping into the long feathers of his daggers. They danced with clear crystals of aqua as he moved away once more to come to a halt before her. Letting his rather ragged and rough frame come to a halt. A sudden snap of the harsh whip came loud and demanding at his hocks. His blood was already beginning to boil in heat, but this was not of his temper. Oh No. Far from anything like that, not with such a tempting morsel before him.
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Notes / Feelings; Post from another site I own. ^^
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