Posted by T W i N G E on October 21, 2008, 8:41 pm
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Our rag doll queen moves forward, she moves silently. Her heart is pounding but nothing else is listening. It's her and the stars tonight, the forest critters have found themselves a bundle to hide in. They have settled down for the night. You really don't want the queen to be mad, she's beautiful. Her violence is cherished yet her downfall is so easily taken advantage of it isn't funny. She is a queen and though no one realizes the autumn child's authority, they will soon. She is merciless. No one tries to hide, her beauty brings them to her but in her mind the feline will make herself useful. Her wit is like a silver whip, her strength is unmatched but her ego is what sends her flying. Though she doesn't know it, her mind works like it revolves around her. The critters have left; she believes they are hiding from the vicious queen. Though she finds no reason to not believe her theories, she also finds no reasons to believe them. The queen is unmatched you say, but really she has never battled. She may be quick and witty but that is because her battle of wits has never begun. She spins quite beautifully, that is why they call her the autumn child, you know. She spins and falls like a red leaf, twirling from it's home and scattering itself among the others.
" Cheers. " she spits coldly to the wind. Her eyes burning with brilliance. She has found no one in this desolate place and she yearns for someone to hold her close. twinge ... the wind calls back. Her throat closes up and she falls, her mind is dizzy, her thoughts are racing, her heart is pounding against her chest like the wind pounding against a door, flapping mercilessly while she calms herself to breath. It's all in the game they play and though the great queen knows nothing of art and skill, she still tries to make herself feel better. She gasps and the wind releases it's grasp on her rib cage, her lungs, her breathing. She is able to live and to be free from it's grasp until she angers it again. She'll never succeed in that, she'll never be free from it's grasp. She struggles though, she's not used to this. She wants out. This isn't her, this will never be her.
name } TWiNGE
age } FiVE YEARS
breed } MUSTANG
gender } FEMALE
strength } NiGHT
weakness } EGO
small objective } MAKE A FRiEND
big objective } FiND PEACE
harem } ANYWHERE
class } ESPiONAGE
player } DAMAGED
contact } acepanache@yahoo.com or aim; hfa147
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