the Black Dahlia was a wannabe

[Decipher]

The entire island sighed, the ground-skimming branches scattered throughout the secluded live oak grove clinging at the nutrient-deprived earth. The wind moaned through the assorted territories, a ghastly, ringing note entangling itself in the mocha-colored mane of a particular female, twisting and turning itself within the innermost fibers of her desolate being. She stood in the likeness of a stone carving, framed ominously by the conveniently square-rimmed branches of an aged, severely mangled oak, pale visuals veiled behind a thick layer of wispy coffee forelock as the surveyed her surroundings. Decipher had wandered to this place in an almost high daze, her journey through the granite fields to this specific hilltop one she could not remember. Though the constant wafting of summer air did not molest her cloudy eyes, Phera squinted past her waltzing forelock to the life-filled pasture below. The mere thought of charging down there to be claimed horrified her. Open spaces always seemed to constrict her breathing, the plausible reason for having chosen this tree-encompassed mound; and claiming always involved been seen, assessed, and dissected by a no-doubt abusive, sex-obsessed stallion.

Not quite the party of the year for Decipher.

Wary of moving, for fear of being noticed by a beastie or two intent on stealing her away, she reluctantly swished her tousled yet brilliant tail, ushering the summertime parasites from her chocolatey flanks, a few threads snapping lazily against the rough bark of the tree. Her mind spun with possible getaways, assorted ploys to escape from the presence of others. But each little plan usually ended up with some loophole that would leave her lying breathless on the beach, wakes drowning her one burning inhalation at a time.

"Drowning would be an awful way to die, breathing in salt water and whatnot,"
thought she lazily.

What was it about summertime that made everything move in slow motion? Even the uncomfortably hot breeze inched by. Even the stupid flies were slow to congregate. What an odd time of year, summer….

So here rests Phera. Waiting for something to cross her mind. Waiting to move, breathe, live. And anyways, it's not like she has anywhere else to go.




{{eh...}}

[Wandering Spirit]

Posting with Southern Comfort.

[Saence]

I'll be replying with Joven. Soon. So, until so, no more posts, please. -typing reply now-

[december]

ooc;;

-dusts cobwebs off Phera-

not trying to sound rude, but....

I'd really like to be able to roleplay her sometime within the next month, please....

[Harlequin]

If Nikki doesn't post here in three days I am going to post Sonce. Doesn't matter anyhow, Joven is Sonce's son living on SONCE's land anyhow. Just giving warning though.

[Saence]

No, Teija. She's for Joven because of age. And I have a zillion and one other things to do, but I suppose I can squeeze a short post here. Anyway, Teija, Joven barely knows Sonce, and assumes he's the leader of Darks. Better whip that boy into shape, eh?

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[Decipher]

thank you. Didn't mean to incite any fussing. Just commenting on my appalling boredness.

:]

[phantasm]

I'll postt with Joven once the plot is over. All my characters are on hold so I can focus on Phantasm.

If you'd like, send her over to the thread I made with Phantasm.

[Decipher]

goddammit

[Decipher]

Nikki. You know I love you, and you know I'm patient. But if you don't reply to Phera within seven days, I'm opening her up for anyone.

I've waited long enough.

Sorry.

[Decipher]

Nikki. You know I love you.

But you also know how impatient I am. And knowing me, you should know that I've waited for an incredibly long time. Yes, I know, I pretty much made this character for Joven. But it's kind of hard to play a character made for another if the other in question never shows up. Maybe later on, we can have these two do the Romeo and Juliet thing and against their herdleaders wishes or whatever hit it off. And yes, I know you have a hectic life and are grounded a lot.

But if I'm going to stay here like I said I would, I actually need to do some roleplaying.

Espiritu Joven is still (of course) allowed in. I'm just widening the horizon.


This topic is open to any stallion willing to take her.

[Saence]

Uhm...Tex...there pretty much is no other dark stallions...

[Decipher]

ugh.
-bangs head against the wall-

my best friend and I are really at each others' throats right now, and things are going very awry and I'm quite frazzled and I know there are no other dark stallions and maybe the Annux or what the flip ever could come get her or Phantasm...But you play Phantasm so nevermind. And I just want to get something done around here!

ARGH.

I know I'm probably getting in your 'face' a weebit too much here. But I'm just kinda whirling around in circles and I have no idea where I'm going.

poopy. >.<


edit
and you're the friend I've had longest on any site. So you know that I don't get freaked out like this all too often. So just bear with me and my insanity for just a bit longer.

I'll probably go and make Phera a pissy little bitch now. Just to vent. whatevs.

[Mi Pequeña Luciérnaga]

If you would like...Southern Comfort will roleplay with her for a while. I know you're bored. And I'll be on quite frequently this break for as long as it lasts. And I think I'm getting a new laptop for Christmas. If not, I'll get on at church a bit more. But yea...

I'm willing to take a go at her, if she would let me. I know Nikki's out of commission and all...

[Catch Fire]

I could always have Kujo come again and just chitchat, or something, I dunno, if you're really bored. Since I guess he's up for Dark King. . .