Post by Celtica Hadrian on Jan 19, 2015 14:57:20 GMT -5
celtica maya hadrian
pilot
when the end has come
Age - Eighteen
Gender - Female
Species - Lirina (from another dimension)
Sexuality - Graysexual
Faceclaim - Miku Hatsune from Vocaloid
Gender - Female
Species - Lirina (from another dimension)
Sexuality - Graysexual
Faceclaim - Miku Hatsune from Vocaloid
buildings falling down fast
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when everyone has lost their heads
TBA
your shadow lives on without you
OOC Name - Miracle
Age - Eighteen
Other Characters - N/A
Roleplay Sample -
Age - Eighteen
Other Characters - N/A
Roleplay Sample -
"Father."
A mutated equine, bearing the slightest resemblance to a white-tailed deer, stonily stared down an older version of him with milky white oculars. The slender, feminine deer in front of him glanced up before his gaze dropped down again. His son suppressed the urge to sigh. He always disapproved of beings who voiced their impatience so vocally, and didn't want to be a hypocrite.
"Father, I'm leaving now. Won't you come with me?"
Silence stretched on after those lilting words left the younger deer's maw as the speaker still as a statue save for the occasional twitch of his amber-haired tail. The father shook his head ever so slowly, silky mane swaying in the cool breeze. Resigned, the younger deer turned to leave before a raspy word turned him around again.
"Wait."
And for a hopeful, naive moment, the son thought that his father had changed his mind.
"..There's a place called the Snowy Mountain. There's a valley deep in the heart of it, and, if you look hard enough, there's an outline of a cave. Find that cave, and go in. There you'll find the White Valley." His words were accentuated with a wistful sigh, which the younger deer resented, as his oculars clouded over, immersed in a memory. "It's... beautiful. You should make your home there."
The younger deer waited for him to say more, but here he fell silent. "I see. I'll consider it. If you change your mind later, I'll be waiting there..."
A mutated equine, bearing the slightest resemblance to a white-tailed deer, stonily stared down an older version of him with milky white oculars. The slender, feminine deer in front of him glanced up before his gaze dropped down again. His son suppressed the urge to sigh. He always disapproved of beings who voiced their impatience so vocally, and didn't want to be a hypocrite.
"Father, I'm leaving now. Won't you come with me?"
Silence stretched on after those lilting words left the younger deer's maw as the speaker still as a statue save for the occasional twitch of his amber-haired tail. The father shook his head ever so slowly, silky mane swaying in the cool breeze. Resigned, the younger deer turned to leave before a raspy word turned him around again.
"Wait."
And for a hopeful, naive moment, the son thought that his father had changed his mind.
"..There's a place called the Snowy Mountain. There's a valley deep in the heart of it, and, if you look hard enough, there's an outline of a cave. Find that cave, and go in. There you'll find the White Valley." His words were accentuated with a wistful sigh, which the younger deer resented, as his oculars clouded over, immersed in a memory. "It's... beautiful. You should make your home there."
The younger deer waited for him to say more, but here he fell silent. "I see. I'll consider it. If you change your mind later, I'll be waiting there..."
