Posted by le rogue. on December 20, 2008, 2:10 am
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Le Rogue
Five
Brumby
Mare
Rationlises her decisions; does not act on impulse.
Lacks a driving force or ambition.
To fit in.
Acheive the status of scout.
Espionage
sample
(A different character from a different game)
The frigid militia known as winter had begun to withdrawal from jade plains which it had made it’s combat zone, all glacial fire ceasing and leaving a hushed armistice. The only peril that lingered was the foreboding presence of other barons and their flocks of duchesses. The profuse layers of hoary carpet which had previously smothered emerald foliage had begun to diminish, only faint dustings of ivory adorning vegetation whose cycle had begun once more. The scathing bite once held by the atmosphere surpassed by the placid tepid promise of spring’s pending arrival in the province. The heavens joined in with the blithe jubilee by garnishing their cerulean hues once more, the languid clouds attaining cheer by subtracting their gloomy tones. Inkblot once again strolled into the substantial territory her possessed, russet ornamented hips held as angles as gait retained its usual swaggering cadence. However on this occasion the rabicano lord was not alone in his arrival, accompanied by the newly acquired brazen serpent, Viper. Cavernous gaze of mahogany eyes was situated on the ivory form which tarried at his side (Which was the appropriate place for such a mare; one could not expect such a firebrand to trail behind him like a witless subordinate). Aye, she was an attractive one indeed; lithe appendages and iridescent covering which lay taut against alluring curves. The superficial segment of Blotty’s persona was ensnared by this enticing sorceress, the purely physical section of his mind digressing towards perverse thoughts.
The stud shook himself from that corrupted hollow; beauty was a fatuous concept hoarded for those encased in shallow thinking. Good-looks were fleeting, gradually decaying over time like a putrid apple exposed to the summer heat. Intellect and snark, like diamonds, were forever; untarnished by time’s spoiling hand of defection. And it had been dear Viper’s scorching diligence which had been the lambent beacon; her fervour infatuating him more than any physical splendour. And of course the fact the burnished stallion could utilise that wit for his own little campaign which would also no doubt be a source of recreation for the minx. The grand scheme lay sprawled out across Blotty’s elaborate mind, every minute detail embedded in the uttermost depths. What was this so called ostentatious plot you ask? It was only for ears of the wily Inkblot and his sumptuous hellion. The copper one’s thoughts then drifted back to their previous conversation, her lyrics about growing jaded resonating eliciting discontent within him. Unless he was being the over-analyst, it seemed she had placed an implication that she would abscond as soon as he amusement ran dry. Perhaps such an insinuation had been laid in order to toy with his psyche? An attempt to trounce him in the very game he was engaged in with the swan-wannabe, Galacia? A wry smirk tugged at the crinkled corners of velveteen textured mouth; he would not bequeath this serpent without a hell of a fight.
Strapping hindquarters were gathered underneath his crimson form blotted with alabaster ink, stabilising frame in his descent to down to the vast emerald plateau in which his band usually dwelled. The rabicano’s nimble appendages continued to stretch forth as frame was supported at his sashaying two beated pace, travelling with an effortless élan. Fathomless eyes quickly recognised the pewter and gilded forms of his two bonnie lasses, bitterly recalling he would have a few more if Thunderhead had been more proficient at keeping hold of them. A deep whicker escaped from vocal chords and tumbling off lips with its usual gruff lilt, alerting them of his presence, a mental grin flitting across his conscience as he imagined the expression of distaste on Galacia’s features. As they drew within a few metres of Galacia and Silence, locomotion was cut short and Blotty became motionless. Brawny form was brought in to close proximity to the pallid Viper, plush fur meshing together as framework was pressed against hers. Chiselled profile was laid upon her muscular crest, lavish muzzle caressing against Miss Viper’s ears as lips parted to release lyrics, his speech decorated with a breathless rich timbre as if he were addressing a lover before engaging in an intimate act. Of course the said dialogue (that only she would hear) was not of a romantic nature but Inkblot allowed himself to indulge in this eccentric form of flirtations.
”Galacia is the grey.”
The urge to add ‘It’s obvious due to the shrieking pretentiousness radiating off her’ was suppressed and multi-tonal stallion unravelled himself from his newest acquisition with great reluctance. Chocolate pool-like eyes rested upon the other duo before Inkblot began to start another address.
”Well I’m back darlings and as you can see with a newcomer. Well, I’m positive you’re all perfectly capable introducing yourselves so I’ll leave you three to it.”
His lissom extended forth, carrying the calculating stud a few strides away in retreatment though dark gaze never shifted from the trio. His customary impish glimmer garnishing eyes once again, a keen sense of anticipation smouldering in Inkblot; this could get very interesting indeed
Controlled by Tia.
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