Defined as deceptive, intangible, fleeting, ethereal, perplexing, impossible to decipher. Carries an air of purity, yet something remains off balance. The harbinger of life, a beacon of light, a star in breathing form. A force that created itself. Existence in it’s purest form. She is made of all, and all is made of her. Gave a part of herself to The Forest in it’s genesis. Nothing of major significance and not a god — just a perfect energy source.
Leaves when her spirit is needed somewhere else. Constantly destroys and puts herself back together to help create new life. Re-awakens every time she dies or disintegrates. This may be weeks, months, or years later, depending on the severity and reason for her death, or the amount of energy that was taken from her in the process of creation. Simply disappears in a plume of black smoke when she departs. A red-eyed pheonix, except that she keeps everything that she took with her. She returns exactly the same as the moment before she left, as if she had never left at all. Her sporadic disappearances usually go unnoticed.
II.
Views each individual as an equal, and as a separate entity from everyone else. She does not register nor take into account social status, assertion of dominance, or any motives for one to be superior/inferior. Sees all eye-to-eye, no exceptions.
An extremely curious creature that does not seem to feel any fear regarding others - does not show any hesitation in approaching beings that pick her curiosity, even if said individual is portraying an offensive and intimidating appearance.
He's totally a character, just with my personality. So I kind of influence him? LOL.
Like, I'll chill on him and be me, but he's also kind of his own dude?
He's totally meant to be played as a character in forest. c:
OH OKAY OMG.
I looked at his profile barely five minutes ago and was like,
......OOPS SHIT.
OKAY OKAY, good. I always manage to irritate the wrong people, I swear. Like it's usually some mellow, chilled out person then I get growled at OOC LOL.
NO WORRIES. Had I been feeling OOC I would have danced on you or run away or something random. LMAO. /terrible
AND LOLNOO. I know Spirtuelle/Kahli are characters, so it's all gravy on my side. (8
Feel free to lessen his damage, though, if that was all him. @__@
He's pretty much your average mule deer and just decided to be festive with the BZD antlers.
TROLL'D THE EFF OUT OF EVERYBODY.
omg I mistook you for someone else on MSN once and I was going on about trolling and they were like ...wut. AND I WAS LIKE, ......FUQ NOTHING LOL.
IT WAS HILARIOUS. I REMEMBER LIKE, ALMOST EVERYTHING. I THINK I STILL HAVE OUR GROUP CHAT ABOUT IT ACTUALLY.
OMFG.
LOOOOOOOL. WERE THEY A TEF PLAYER? LOOLFAIL. I REMEMBER WHEN I MISTOOK YOU FOR SOMEONE ELSE ON MSN WHEN WE WERE TALKING ONCE, IDK IF YOU'LL REMEMBER THAT THOUGH idothatalot.
'Unwissse.' The creature bared its teeth in a manner that would make it seem as if it were smiling, and a rumbling sound developed from deep within its chest as it moved closer to the peculiar doe. 'Blood burns, it does.'
What a shame, that is.
The vixen's black silhouette sunk against his as she moved against the brute's side,
brushing lightly against him, marveling at the peculiar touch.
The deep sound emitting from his chest vibrated through her core,
rattling deep in her bones, and somehow — she found this calming.
It was a dance of their own.
No words were needed.
The femme hummed lightly herself, eyes fluttering shut,
locking away her blood red-irises from the world.
It was a mystery how something so wicked could look so sweet.
The vixen shivered under his touch — muscles rippling under her satin, ebony coat.
Pools reopening themselves again, she peeked at the baron from under her lashes.
Smiled, somewhat.
She dragged the tip of her porcelain skull over the sleek, slate-coloured parts of his body,
taking in the mass amount of detail that decorated his physique.
She was enthralled.
I suppose...
She replied rather casually, as though she was merely distracted.
You don't plan to kill me though, hm?
That wouldn't be too pleasurable.
On my part, that is.
A certain playfulness was present in her tone,
but it still remained sleepy-like, heavy and lustful.
"S-Spirituelle? Or..the other one?
What is this? How could this happen? Who are you? ..You're the other one, aren't you?
Kahli..I heard about you. What have you done to her!?"
the swan was swift in her approach
ghostly, fast, nimble
but the menacing gleam in the eyes of who was the thought to be spirituelle
had her stop dead in her tracks
an instant pin of the ears and widening of the eyes
she hissed on impulse at the sight of her sly
crocodile grin
knowing something was not right..
she kept her distance with a watchful eye, teeth bared
muscles constricted like tight rubber bands
Hair on her shoulders and back raised, a soft growl escaped her throat.
"How dare I? She isn't a waste of space at. all. This isn't your body.
..If you were here first, then tellme. Who am I? Get out of here. You don't belong here.
Parasite, tsk. You are the filthy parasite here."
ravynn -
Scarlet eyes darted to the incoming silhouette,
the blood-red irises hardening as recognition swept over her features.
The Black Swan, it was, and happy she was not.
A crooked smile poisoned the face the of tar-black demon,
movements slick and watery.
Her body language taunted, teased, dared.
The large carcass sauntered a vast perimeter around the swan,
crimson pools glued to the fae, watching, observing, examining.
Nopje -
A look of irritation crossed her features, though only briefly — for it passed in a second.
The ink-black vixen snarled, teeth bared, a loud grumble ripped from her throat.
Mine.
She's gone — there is nothing you can do, pathetic girl.
The vixen laughed; a high-pitch shrill that echoed through the trees.
You filthy beast.
She raised her head, observing the large thing. Tail flickering furiously. I'm not gonna lose her. She isn't gone. I don't believe she is. I will not leave her.
She frowned a bit.
OMG THIS BACKGROUND ;_________________________;
-steals it-
And shit. Poor Spirituelle ;___; Need to make react Eskil u_u
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The white doe looked at Khali. • Brat. Let her coming back. You won't win the battle. • She growled. She didn't know Spirituelle well. But she got attached to the nice doe, and wouldn't support if Khali stayed and killed Spirituelle.
She turned her back at her and walked a few steps away.
The dark doe turned back at the creature, her eyes narrowing, her eyelashes covering those blood red eyes.
A few blinks, a small smirk. Eyes alluring. Tail high. She stood there, staring at the creature.
She cackled once again, a laugh full of mockery and confidence.
She peered at the doe, red eyes fixed with her own almost identical ones.
As the vixen walked back, the demon walked forward.
Stared heavily.
And smiled.
You can't win a game when you don't know the rules.
She replied, Cold. A small cloud escaped her mouth, as she sighed. It raised to the sky.
She watched it raising briefly, before looking back to the demon.
NINTH PAGE. :>
^ LOL.
OMG WAS THAT YOUR OOC DEER
I FEEL BAD ADFGSADFG.
RRRRROFL. OMG, NO, IT'S
He's totally a character, just with my personality. So I kind of influence him? LOL.
Like, I'll chill on him and be me, but he's also kind of his own dude?
He's totally meant to be played as a character in forest. c:
OH OKAY OMG. I looked at his
I looked at his profile barely five minutes ago and was like,
......OOPS SHIT.
OKAY OKAY, good. I always manage to irritate the wrong people, I swear. Like it's usually some mellow, chilled out person then I get growled at OOC LOL.
ALSKDJFHGLOL. NO WORRIES.
NO WORRIES. Had I been feeling OOC I would have danced on you or run away or something random. LMAO. /terrible
AND LOLNOO. I know Spirtuelle/Kahli are characters, so it's all gravy on my side. (8
Feel free to lessen his damage, though, if that was all him. @__@
He's pretty much your average mule deer and just decided to be festive with the BZD antlers.
I LIKE KAHLI KAHLI HAS IS BAD
KAHLI
HASIS BAD ASS^ FFFFFF
Selruil - ROFL OK JUST HAD TO
FFFF it's fine. Spirit/Kahli's never been properly injured before, so I want to torture my characters for once LOL. :B
Pinkpaws - LOOOL. /trolltrolltroll
Quote:/trolltrolltroll ^
^ BRINGS BACK MEMORIES. WONDERFUL MEMORIES. LOLL
/hyperventilates LOOOOOOOOOO
LOOOOOOOOOOOOL. OMG, THE NUNS.
FASHIOFHIA LOOOOL YES! I
SUCH GOOD TIMES.
TROLL'D THE EFF OUT OF
omg I mistook you for someone else on MSN once and I was going on about trolling and they were like ...wut. AND I WAS LIKE, ......FUQ NOTHING LOL.
IT WAS HILARIOUS. I REMEMBER
OMFG.
LOOOOOOOL. WERE THEY A TEF PLAYER? LOOLFAIL. I REMEMBER WHEN I MISTOOK YOU FOR SOMEONE ELSE ON MSN WHEN WE WERE TALKING ONCE, IDK IF YOU'LL REMEMBER THAT THOUGH idothatalot.
ARE YOU SERIOUS, oh my god. I
YEAH THEY WERE, CAN'T REMEMBER WHO THOUGH AHAHAH.
LOL YEP REMEMBER THAT.
good seeing you.
♥
ohhhh what is happening
mm i'm not too sure myself
:>
'Your sssscent..Pleasant, it
'Your sssscent..Pleasant, it isss...'
Mhm... hm.
The black enigma
Blood-scarlet pools looked
a mix of amusement and lust dancing within her irises.
The vixen raised her cranium, watching curiously.
Examining his movements, tracing every muscle carefully.
She spoke softly, her tone coated with a certain edge.
Careful baron, what if I bite?
'Unwissse.' The creature
What a shame, that is. The
The vixen's black silhouette sunk against his as she moved against the brute's side,
brushing lightly against him, marveling at the peculiar touch.
The deep sound emitting from his chest vibrated through her core,
rattling deep in her bones, and somehow — she found this calming.
It was a dance of their own.
No words were needed.
The femme hummed lightly herself, eyes fluttering shut,
locking away her blood red-irises from the world.
It was a mystery how something so wicked could look so sweet.
The creature brushed his
'Bite you sometime, may I? Bite hard, I don't...Usually...'
(Ack, 'bout to pass out. Night night. <3)
The vixen shivered under his
Pools reopening themselves again, she peeked at the baron from under her lashes.
Smiled, somewhat.
She dragged the tip of her porcelain skull over the sleek, slate-coloured parts of his body,
taking in the mass amount of detail that decorated his physique.
She was enthralled.
I suppose...
She replied rather casually, as though she was merely distracted.
You don't plan to kill me though, hm?
That wouldn't be too pleasurable.
On my part, that is.
A certain playfulness was present in her tone,
but it still remained sleepy-like, heavy and lustful.
She looked at him.
I loooove the background.
Thaaaank you. (:
/hypnotized by backround
Baah. I thought I tracked
Love the background btw. <3
Art by Anjali. ♥
♥
"S-Spirituelle? Or..the other
What is this? How could this happen? Who are you? ..You're the other one, aren't you?
Kahli..I heard about you. What have you done to her!?"
//This is absolutely gorgeous. <3
How dare you mention that
She is nothing but a waste of space, this is my body.
I was here first.
I simply got rid of her. Nothing but a parasite, she was.
Thank you, Nopje. :')
its so tempting to roleplay
the swan was swift in her
ghostly, fast, nimble
but the menacing gleam in the eyes of who was the thought to be spirituelle
had her stop dead in her tracks
an instant pin of the ears and widening of the eyes
she hissed on impulse at the sight of her sly
crocodile grin
knowing something was not right..
she kept her distance with a watchful eye, teeth bared
muscles constricted like tight rubber bands
ready to snap
if necessary
Hair on her shoulders and
"How dare I? She isn't a waste of space at. all. This isn't your body.
..If you were here first, then tellme. Who am I? Get out of here. You don't belong here.
Parasite, tsk. You are the filthy parasite here."
Traaaack!
ravynn - Scarlet eyes darted
Scarlet eyes darted to the incoming silhouette,
the blood-red irises hardening as recognition swept over her features.
The Black Swan, it was, and happy she was not.
A crooked smile poisoned the face the of tar-black demon,
movements slick and watery.
Her body language taunted, teased, dared.
The large carcass sauntered a vast perimeter around the swan,
crimson pools glued to the fae, watching, observing, examining.
Nopje -
A look of irritation crossed her features, though only briefly — for it passed in a second.
The ink-black vixen snarled, teeth bared, a loud grumble ripped from her throat.
Mine.
She's gone — there is nothing you can do, pathetic girl.
The vixen laughed; a high-pitch shrill that echoed through the trees.
wildpferd555 - ♥
a voice filled with carnivore
and loathing growls
she spits,
I smell a filthy leach.
and snaps with aggravated jaws at the heels of the impostor
keeping in-check
demanding distance,
Where is she?
Where is my Spirituelle?
You filthy beast. She raised
She raised her head, observing the large thing. Tail flickering furiously.
I'm not gonna lose her. She isn't gone. I don't believe she is. I will not leave her.
She frowned a bit.
Trentemoller. Omfg.
OMG THIS BACKGROUND
-steals it-
And shit. Poor Spirituelle ;___; Need to make react Eskil u_u
____
The white doe looked at Khali. • Brat. Let her coming back. You won't win the battle. • She growled. She didn't know Spirituelle well. But she got attached to the nice doe, and wouldn't support if Khali stayed and killed Spirituelle.
Avatar & signature by Shimmyshimmy. ♥
Lung - YES.
ravynn -
Jaws click together,
auds pinned against her cranium,
restless appendages stomped at the earth.
Eyes like knives; twisting and searing hot.
A crooked smile revealed itself once again, a common appearance.
Little Bird has flown away, what a shame.
Her voice was thick as paste, something disturbingly peaceful about her tone.
Nopje -
Well if you plan on hanging around, I might just kill you.
She spoke casually, as if she was merely commenting on the weather.
She smiled again; a poisoned smirk that contorted her entire face.
But, was she really gone?
Laiia - Haha, she'll be back
Haha, she'll be back soon enough. I have a plan. (:
--
She watched this vixen growl and snap at her,
briefly recognizing her from a previous encounter.
Kahli smiled, highly amused.
Oh what a shame, Spirituelle lost a friend.
She spoke sarcastically, mocking the doe.
She sighed. Kill me? Mh. You
Kill me? Mh. You wouldn't dare.
She turned her back at her and walked a few steps away.
The dark doe turned back at the creature, her eyes narrowing, her eyelashes covering those blood red eyes.
A few blinks, a small smirk. Eyes alluring. Tail high. She stood there, staring at the creature.
Don't try playing games, because this game..
you'll lose it.
She spoke.
'Lost a friend ? Oh no. Her
She turned around Kahli, slightly growling. Provokation was a funny game to her.
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Nopje - Actually — I would
Actually — I would dare.
She cackled once again, a laugh full of mockery and confidence.
She peered at the doe, red eyes fixed with her own almost identical ones.
As the vixen walked back, the demon walked forward.
Stared heavily.
And smiled.
You can't win a game when you don't know the rules.
--
Laiia -
Don't kid yourself, I am unbeatable.
Then tell me..The rules. She
She replied, Cold. A small cloud escaped her mouth, as she sighed. It raised to the sky.
She watched it raising briefly, before looking back to the demon.
The rules, the rules... Who
Who dies first, loses.
She snickered mischievously, watching the smaller vixen with intent eyes.
She began to circle her, closing in more each time she made another loop.