Seince my life is bleak and un interesting I shall now prove to you how much better of a descriptive writer/roleplayer I am than you. Now, I usually roleplay wolves and this intro kinda sucks but im too lazy to write another.
A bat swooped, carefully nesting herself in the protection of a tree. She let out a few sounds in hopes that it would bounce back and tell her where she was. A smirk was visible as she sniffed the air, the smell of lycan blood drifted into her nostrils like some sweet, healing scent. Continuing to breath deeply she let it fill her then slowly her eyes cracked open. She dare not speak for from what she had learned, lycans had exceptional hearing. She had adopted the skill of communicating through thought her entire clan had to. 'Why am I still in a bat' She thought, her face scrunched she took a brief look at herself. Swooping down from the trees her true form started to emerge a vampire body about... 17 or 18 in human years, but in vampire years she was ageless. Long black hair fell past her shoulders to the middle of her back, pale skin covering her body. A red shirt and black jeans were worn over that and a black trench coat over that. 'For camouflage' she’d always have to explain. She wore black combat boots on her feet. Most striking of all however was her fangs, beautiful and white hidden between curling red lips. She tied her hair back with a band made of were wolf hide. It always made her feel strong and superior. Blue eyes shifted, getting a better look at what surrounded them. Those eyes, so icy and cold she could stare into your soul and bring up the remains with those eyes alone. They were the only things remotely human about her. She was a stoic; you couldn't see even a hint of emotion in her if you dug for a lifetime.
 Tikii12345 · Wed Nov 29, 2006 @ 10:44pm · 1 Comments |
