Title: A C A P E L L A // <3
dream - September 26, 2007 04:13 AM (GMT)
. b!tchhh - -
and obviously, but in the end, you'll end up heart broken < / 3
&THE FEATURE PRESENTATION...
IS ABOUT TO START...
about the star;
Acapella
actress
4 years on stage
sized 15.2hh
loves dark and tradgedy
Acapella
actress
4 years on stage
sized 15.2hh
loves dark and tradgedy
the inside story;
dressed in;
feminie curves on a strong frame, it is not hard to confuse her as a stud. She is strong and built but she has that feminie appeal, painted a lovley duo tone of ebony and ivory, perfect pelt of contrasts. Her tiara is set usually held in frame, tasses often fall into her optics of a hard cold brown. Long pistons straight and well built are home to each sharpe dagger tough and lasting they allow the wench be fast. Few scars cover her frame from her home and past battles, maw turns from ivory to a light rose. Very pretty an feminie she knows how to handle her self and the stallions whom follow her...
where it all began;
Born into a dark herd, she was taught the ways of a queen by her mother whom ruled next to her father. She was taught to tease and please, her manners are there when needed but her overall persona demands ones respect. She can be rude and icy, her tone is usually cold and her words witty. With a good mind on her she knows how to turn her emmotions on, there are times when she is queit and can trick a stud about whom and what she follows. She watched her twin brother go through the training to become a warrior and envy was written all over her face every day as the colts practised combats and she learnt what to say. None the less when she was traded to another harem in a long forgotten debt her heart was less than broken. This king was different and his bytches used as nothing more than slaves, the prettiest of them were run through a series of tests the winner would be matched with his son. Acapella rose above them all, winning with ease, but with her new king she was less than impressed. All brawl and no witt, no smartness on his side. All the stud knew how to do was fight and get what he wanted from a wench. Time passed and acapella warmed up to the brute learning that he wasnt that bad, she was happy as a dark could be in her own empire for her king trusted her with most of the going ons. But all could not go well, in her perfect helll. A large bands of studs managed to overtake her king and realm, all the wenches and followers made into slaves, they worked all day to recruit and run the lands for the new king. The witty queen, ran her ass from that hell as soon as the small amount of sun fell from thier harem. Though on her way out she met this new stud, he made an offer most would not refuse, but acapella was certain there was something better and in an instant her witty sass got her away from the annoying ass. So now she wanders searching for something, anything that holds promise and power, alone and with no music she wanders hoping some place will offer her the life she once had...
when shes off stage;
Can you say bytch?
Witty and smart she talks with sass and walks with class, she is smart and mean the wench can make the most of femmes flee. She was taught well and knows how to turn it on and off, respect can be found when needed but for the most part she wants respect from those around her. Acapella knows how to play a stud, tease and taunt him then turn on him making into an interesting game. This wench is strong at hiding her emotions or using them to her advantage, like by most dark kings she finds herself more content around brutes as wenches like herself tend to be catty and annoying...
Can you say bytch?
Witty and smart she talks with sass and walks with class, she is smart and mean the wench can make the most of femmes flee. She was taught well and knows how to turn it on and off, respect can be found when needed but for the most part she wants respect from those around her. Acapella knows how to play a stud, tease and taunt him then turn on him making into an interesting game. This wench is strong at hiding her emotions or using them to her advantage, like by most dark kings she finds herself more content around brutes as wenches like herself tend to be catty and annoying...
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dream - September 26, 2007 04:29 AM (GMT)
forgot some, and well its being weird and wont edit right so well here...
example post...
example post...
a c a p e l l a
frame stood still, auds perked as the wind blew over her. Long tassels of silken perfection portrayed beauty as she stood under the tree, seeking the little shadows it had to offer, anger rushed through her veins, why did she put up with this? She had tried made and effort yet the not a very nice persons had not understood. Foredagger tore at the ground making a large hole as anger ran through her, muscles tensed and whipcord of ebony was rung. The sun hit her frame of mass but beauty and she cringed in its brightness, more anger was rushed through her veins. The words the king spoke caused her to snicker, more and more like she he had become, perhaps all was not lost. Ivories were barred as the stupid little arabian sleeper spoke, once more acapella laughed. Like she could take on the silver stud to protect her honnor, now a member of his harem she needed his permission to leave. Perhaps it was her time to strike, optics of cold hard hate glared pon the two, and as the little dove screeched at her Acapella glared. Auds pinned as she issued her own little challenge, foredaggers were lifted as she touched the sky. Landing smoothly her forelimb struck out, pulling more grass from its home. Muscles bunched she took off, at a mad gallop headed straight for the tiny vixen. She could run if she tried, drawing nearer she watched the kings glare turn to her, but nothing would stop her now. A combination of hate and rage ran through her and she would take it all out on the bay pregnant dog. Scream issued her attack as she ran past the banshee, ivories were released pon her haunches trying their best to make her bleed.
Sliding to a stop afew feet after the painted sleeper had probably narrowly missed being kicked, no pain ran through her strong pillards yet. Snorts of anger were dropped as her tiara was vertical rounded beauifully, forelock fell over her optics as she dug at the ground, large muscled rippled ready to attack at any time. The sun beat down on her back and she shivered sightly, this large amount of light was foreign and she was not fond of it. Pinned auds she glared at the banshee but then to her king for a moment, would he really let this stupid sleeper get away with such words twords them both, but wait he was light, so she would have to act now, words were like a whip stricking repeatitly, cold and painful she had tried to be nice but it obviuosly failed...
Tell me, you stupid little tramp,
what the f*ck have i done to you?
This silver brute crowned me queen,
and i even tried to be kind.
Now you have pissed me off, and the king aswell
who the f*ck do you think you are?
Your the one that wrecked this home,
and your wrecking his heart.
I thought i was to be the cold uncaring one,
but f*ck your worse than me...
Looking to her king she no longer cared and held the glare for no more than a second, she would not want his love after this no matter how hard he tried, she would not carry his heir. Anger rushed through her mind, it was amazing she had only spoken what she did, this light was getting to her. Auds pinned she glared at the bay banshee ready to attack again if needed. Fleet on her feet and strong in mind mass and heart the painted dove was more than the perfect fighting machine but her mind was trained well, she secretly longed to return to some dark hell but she would not let this stupid wench win she would not leave on her account. The painted dove would fight to the death before leaving this place, on some silly lights account. Whip cord lashed out angerly and more snorts fell from her silked maw, she would take no more nuts from this princess like banshee...
ooc: lameee srry, just the most recent one i have made with her...
frame stood still, auds perked as the wind blew over her. Long tassels of silken perfection portrayed beauty as she stood under the tree, seeking the little shadows it had to offer, anger rushed through her veins, why did she put up with this? She had tried made and effort yet the not a very nice persons had not understood. Foredagger tore at the ground making a large hole as anger ran through her, muscles tensed and whipcord of ebony was rung. The sun hit her frame of mass but beauty and she cringed in its brightness, more anger was rushed through her veins. The words the king spoke caused her to snicker, more and more like she he had become, perhaps all was not lost. Ivories were barred as the stupid little arabian sleeper spoke, once more acapella laughed. Like she could take on the silver stud to protect her honnor, now a member of his harem she needed his permission to leave. Perhaps it was her time to strike, optics of cold hard hate glared pon the two, and as the little dove screeched at her Acapella glared. Auds pinned as she issued her own little challenge, foredaggers were lifted as she touched the sky. Landing smoothly her forelimb struck out, pulling more grass from its home. Muscles bunched she took off, at a mad gallop headed straight for the tiny vixen. She could run if she tried, drawing nearer she watched the kings glare turn to her, but nothing would stop her now. A combination of hate and rage ran through her and she would take it all out on the bay pregnant dog. Scream issued her attack as she ran past the banshee, ivories were released pon her haunches trying their best to make her bleed.
Sliding to a stop afew feet after the painted sleeper had probably narrowly missed being kicked, no pain ran through her strong pillards yet. Snorts of anger were dropped as her tiara was vertical rounded beauifully, forelock fell over her optics as she dug at the ground, large muscled rippled ready to attack at any time. The sun beat down on her back and she shivered sightly, this large amount of light was foreign and she was not fond of it. Pinned auds she glared at the banshee but then to her king for a moment, would he really let this stupid sleeper get away with such words twords them both, but wait he was light, so she would have to act now, words were like a whip stricking repeatitly, cold and painful she had tried to be nice but it obviuosly failed...
Tell me, you stupid little tramp,
what the f*ck have i done to you?
This silver brute crowned me queen,
and i even tried to be kind.
Now you have pissed me off, and the king aswell
who the f*ck do you think you are?
Your the one that wrecked this home,
and your wrecking his heart.
I thought i was to be the cold uncaring one,
but f*ck your worse than me...
Looking to her king she no longer cared and held the glare for no more than a second, she would not want his love after this no matter how hard he tried, she would not carry his heir. Anger rushed through her mind, it was amazing she had only spoken what she did, this light was getting to her. Auds pinned she glared at the bay banshee ready to attack again if needed. Fleet on her feet and strong in mind mass and heart the painted dove was more than the perfect fighting machine but her mind was trained well, she secretly longed to return to some dark hell but she would not let this stupid wench win she would not leave on her account. The painted dove would fight to the death before leaving this place, on some silly lights account. Whip cord lashed out angerly and more snorts fell from her silked maw, she would take no more nuts from this princess like banshee...
ooc: lameee srry, just the most recent one i have made with her...
Spirit Dancer - September 26, 2007 09:56 AM (GMT)
Accepted. ^^ Welcome!
dream - September 26, 2007 11:02 PM (GMT)
thkieees!