Post by ›//x//S.hard\\x\\› on Mar 16, 2008 6:07:03 GMT -5
I was blessed with the French word for Rose: Botani
I have survived 3 summers.
I was born as a femme
I am a snowy white wolf who holds wonderful sapphire blue orbs. Such beauty they grasp in them. I am proud to wield them. I carry a rose most of the time. Expect the worst when you see me holding it. I carry red, white and pink roses. If the white is stained with blood, Run. I am powerful and well built. I live for the feel of blood. Never stand your ground around me. Bad thins can happen on my command. I can be elegant or ferocious and its your decision which side you wish to meet... For I can kill you in one snap... Get on my good side or face destruction. My claws are longand my teeth are sharp. A good element when my bad side it up.
I am not always as fierce as my appearance describes. I have two sides as if I have an evil twin. One side is dark like the black wolf and one side light like the snow which falls beneath our paws. If all was dainty and clever... The world would be perfect. But it is now. I am one of the nearly perfect creations with a fault which changes just about everything. One day maybe on will be perfect but, Oh, It won't be me. No, no! I look for love and power. Perhaps Gadac river is my calling. I think it shall be mine if all goes well. But maybe not. I fight because I believe all should be settled. My rose tells it all. Red means warning with a little bit of chance, White means peace unless it has blood and pink means serenity, love and fun.
My past, however, I cannot tell. It was filled with so much drama and hatred that it would take a lifetime to say. But how about I put it this way. My parents and my siblings, my relatives and friends, all fell dead to the claws you are talking to now. You see what I can do? So be warned about it, I say. I can kill and I will do again. If you aren't my friend your number is up, you death is lurching around the bend.
But enough about me, What about you?
I have survived 3 summers.
I was born as a femme
I am a snowy white wolf who holds wonderful sapphire blue orbs. Such beauty they grasp in them. I am proud to wield them. I carry a rose most of the time. Expect the worst when you see me holding it. I carry red, white and pink roses. If the white is stained with blood, Run. I am powerful and well built. I live for the feel of blood. Never stand your ground around me. Bad thins can happen on my command. I can be elegant or ferocious and its your decision which side you wish to meet... For I can kill you in one snap... Get on my good side or face destruction. My claws are longand my teeth are sharp. A good element when my bad side it up.
I am not always as fierce as my appearance describes. I have two sides as if I have an evil twin. One side is dark like the black wolf and one side light like the snow which falls beneath our paws. If all was dainty and clever... The world would be perfect. But it is now. I am one of the nearly perfect creations with a fault which changes just about everything. One day maybe on will be perfect but, Oh, It won't be me. No, no! I look for love and power. Perhaps Gadac river is my calling. I think it shall be mine if all goes well. But maybe not. I fight because I believe all should be settled. My rose tells it all. Red means warning with a little bit of chance, White means peace unless it has blood and pink means serenity, love and fun.
My past, however, I cannot tell. It was filled with so much drama and hatred that it would take a lifetime to say. But how about I put it this way. My parents and my siblings, my relatives and friends, all fell dead to the claws you are talking to now. You see what I can do? So be warned about it, I say. I can kill and I will do again. If you aren't my friend your number is up, you death is lurching around the bend.
But enough about me, What about you?
