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Post by the ventriloquist. on Jan 16, 2009 20:40:53 GMT
portrait
pending.
dubbed.
ventriloquist. [alias; venti]
bloodlines.
shire .x. thoroughbred
traveling.
four springs.
dancing.
harlot.
kissing his hooves.
slave.
canvas.
smokewashed. she stood a massive seventeen-point-one hands high--quite the challenge for those small, pitiful dark masters of hers. snip and star painted her ritzy face whilst baby blues sparkled like amethysts. socks were drowning all four legs in white feathers; her build was masculine, but very lithe for itself.
attitude.
princess. she was such a princess; a dance to a different beat. born a slave, forever a tool for the bad boys. a boy toy. she was born da.mned, that was for sure. a tad short of a mess, a wee bit off of being a queen. d.amn the poor--da.mn the rich! such a ragamuffin, struggling with her personality. she was a youngster--who'd be there to teach her? escape the darkness of the forests and follow the path to light? her mother had chosen that route, and she was dam.ned with this little burden. dam.n. da.mn. da.mn. do not proceed to the path of the sunlit forests, love. it is a drug, to have the joy, the feeling of safety, but your world will crash. heed those who act like a prince, and follow the more brusque, mother had told dear Venti. the darkest path through the forest will bring you to the brightest meadows of ecstasy. though, she was here, for now. escape the dark forest and run back? sure, that sounded swell! she'd been so soft spoken, scared one word would make her world collapse like a tower. she was your rag doll to pull around. |
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