Posted by Harpoon on August 19, 2008, 12:00 am
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Name HARPOON
Age SEVEN
Breed LUSITANO
Gender MARE
Strength HARPOON IS QUITE CLEVER. OF COURSE SHE'S A GOOD LITTLE ACTRESS AND PLAYS RETARDED WITH THE BEST OF THEM. SHE'S TERRIBLY CREATIVE AND PATIENT WHEN SHE FEELS THE NEED TO BE.
Weakness ADD, BAD BREATH AND SPEECH PROBLEMS. SHE TENDS TO BE SLOW TO SPEAK BECAUSE HER MOUTH CANT KEEP UP WITH HER MIND. SHE IS EXTREMELY CHILDISH AND THEREFORE HAS OCCASIONAL OUTBURSTS.
Minor Objective MAKE ONE TRUE FRIEND AND ONE TRUE ENEMY
Super Objective REACH LVL ONE IN SCHOLARSHIPNESS
Harem Preference NONE
Intended Class [What's this?] SCHOLAR
Sample Post [required]
ABOUT YOU:
ZEZI
I APOLOGIZE FOR ANY SUCKAGE AND HAVING NO HTML...I CANT DO TAHT FANCY STUFF LOL
Sweet soft intentions.
They are like fleeting wings. Leaving butterfly dust on your nose. Of course your not paying attention, are you? Why would you? They always said that all roads lead to hell. They were right. Of course they were, they are prophets after all.
HARPOON twisted her tongue through each crack in her teeth. Somehow God had forgotten to close the gaps and now they made for quick entertainment. Flickering movements, more akin to snake then horse, soothed her raging mind. That ugly tongue, crusted over with years worth of plague continued its writhing dance, much without HARPOON’s conscious thought. Oh well. She stood there now, the image of pretty decent. Patches of sweat seeping into her skin, ruining her even coloration. Not that she cared. She was far too busy and way too concentrated on the butterfly.
Yes, yes. It was her secret obsession. Butterflies, of course, were actually no better then moths and moths were disgusting. But that’s a separate conversation all its own. None the less she stared. Grey eyes were intent on mentally dissecting the little beastie. For a moment she had a clear vision of what it’s tiny, unimportant body would look like cute open. But the vision was gone. Too fleeting for her to hold on too. She huffed. Yet another involuntary action before moving too long legs over to the aforementioned subject. Fascination colored her face. It was oddly out of place, much too childish for someone her age. It had always been her problem, you see, that any emotion tended to manifest itself in oddly young ways. Well, it wasn’t really her concern now was it?
Remember that ghastly tongue? It wriggled this time, trying hard to form words, as if it took more concentration then it really should have. HARPOON was truly an odd cookie after all. Froggish sounding words grated out of her throat. More akin to gibberish, or the mumbled slurs of a drunk, even HARPOON was confused by her own words. She really had to work on that speech if she figured people wanted to talk to her.
“Youg eally---forgateit.”
Frustration, like fine powder, colored her cheeks. This really was no good. Again more words, this time just a tinge less reptilian. A smile snaked up her lips. It really wasn’t a complimentary gesture on her face but it wasn’t like HARPOON could honestly take the will power to care.
“What I meant was you really ought to fly away now. You are really getting boring---a trifle frustrating actually. I’m quite tempted to rip those ugly wings off your fuzzy back, darling.”
She grinned again and just as quick snapped her head around, her thick tail snapping loudly. Yup. She was done, her attention shifted as quickly as the wind. What can I say? Little HARPOON had a speech problem, bad breath and ADD. Go figure.
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