Post by headfirstforhalos on Jul 28, 2007 3:06:47 GMT -5
ooc;
I would really appreciate it if anyone who posts on this board to read her history
It's quite important. Thank you very much.
~
Running delicate fingers through the mane of a pure black stallion, Susannah rested her forehead against the horse's nose. Hot air was blown on her face as the beast breathed softly. Feeling the soft velvet fur against her nose, the girl half-heartedly smiled.
Today was one of her bad days. Gabriel had been in her dreams far too often lately, and the images confused her and made her long to be with him again. It was a constant ache, that never went away, just dulled at times. It was like a fiery hand gripping her heart and squeezing tightly at the thought of his face.
But enough of this, she was here to get her mind off such things. Her long, blond waves were tied back into a pony tail that bounced with her movements as she walked into the stable and stood beside the beautiful black horse.
Picking up the discarded brush on the floor, she brushed his fur lovingly and smiled as she hummed a tune softly.
All your twisted thoughts free flow
To everlasting memories
Show soul
Kiss the stars with me
And dread the wait for
Stupid calls returning to us to life
We say to those who are in love
It can't be true 'cause we're too young
I know that's true because so long I was
So in love with you
So I thought
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
On my knees
Dim lighted room
Thoughts free flow try to consume myself in this
I'm not faithless
Just paranoid of getting lost or that I might lose
Ignorance is bliss cherish it
Pretty neighborhoods you learn to much to hold
Believe it not
And fight the tears
With pretty smiles and lies about the times
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
The times weren't right
And I couldn't talk about it
It was a beautifully sad song by Flyleaf. She'd been listening to it earlier when all these thoughts of her lost love had blossomed in her mind.
A white, pirate type shirt held tightly in place by a black corset over the top hugged her frame with a pair of black riding pants. A dagger was sheathed in her belt of silver that looked like something out of Lord of the Rings and her shoes were simple, black riding boots. A silver dragon necklace hung around her neck and she toyed with it distractedly as she brushed the horse's hair with one hand.
Too distracted with her soft humming at the moment, if someone was around, she hadn't noticed them yet. Not a good place for a spy to be lurking off guard. But the vampires seemed to trust her well enough. She hadn't even come close to suspicion as of yet. Thank the gods.
I would really appreciate it if anyone who posts on this board to read her history
It's quite important. Thank you very much.~
Running delicate fingers through the mane of a pure black stallion, Susannah rested her forehead against the horse's nose. Hot air was blown on her face as the beast breathed softly. Feeling the soft velvet fur against her nose, the girl half-heartedly smiled.
Today was one of her bad days. Gabriel had been in her dreams far too often lately, and the images confused her and made her long to be with him again. It was a constant ache, that never went away, just dulled at times. It was like a fiery hand gripping her heart and squeezing tightly at the thought of his face.
But enough of this, she was here to get her mind off such things. Her long, blond waves were tied back into a pony tail that bounced with her movements as she walked into the stable and stood beside the beautiful black horse.
Picking up the discarded brush on the floor, she brushed his fur lovingly and smiled as she hummed a tune softly.
All your twisted thoughts free flow
To everlasting memories
Show soul
Kiss the stars with me
And dread the wait for
Stupid calls returning to us to life
We say to those who are in love
It can't be true 'cause we're too young
I know that's true because so long I was
So in love with you
So I thought
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
On my knees
Dim lighted room
Thoughts free flow try to consume myself in this
I'm not faithless
Just paranoid of getting lost or that I might lose
Ignorance is bliss cherish it
Pretty neighborhoods you learn to much to hold
Believe it not
And fight the tears
With pretty smiles and lies about the times
A year goes by
And I can't talk about it
The times weren't right
And I couldn't talk about it
It was a beautifully sad song by Flyleaf. She'd been listening to it earlier when all these thoughts of her lost love had blossomed in her mind.
A white, pirate type shirt held tightly in place by a black corset over the top hugged her frame with a pair of black riding pants. A dagger was sheathed in her belt of silver that looked like something out of Lord of the Rings and her shoes were simple, black riding boots. A silver dragon necklace hung around her neck and she toyed with it distractedly as she brushed the horse's hair with one hand.
Too distracted with her soft humming at the moment, if someone was around, she hadn't noticed them yet. Not a good place for a spy to be lurking off guard. But the vampires seemed to trust her well enough. She hadn't even come close to suspicion as of yet. Thank the gods.
