LOVELY LADIES
07-20-2013, 05:49 PM
My name's Irene, I'll keep an eye on this thread but if you wanna contact me my email is lucidity.in.dreaming@aol.com c:
Name: Euryale
Description: Within this vixen do we find sin itself; everything you want in delicious curves cut as though to taunt and tempt every pure heart she crosses, nothing that you need though it is easily forgotten in the mass of swirling hues that dance over the silken fur she bears. Sweet mocha, delightful creme in audacious conflict with pallid ivory, masked in a trio of hues that mark her a unique being. Chocolate bands round the lower half of her rear limbs, suddenly shifting to then encase toes in a milky shade of ivory; the same chocolate dares a splash along the length of her lush tail, offsetting the pale mocha. It is this mocha which is most predominant, taking precedence over both darker and lighter forms of itself yet never overwhelming- everything about her is in a balance, a perfect mixture designed to entice and drag one to the madness of sin. Heated beryl optics offset the earthen design nature hath granted the harpy; and she, though standing in medium build and clearly built for quickness, poses an intimidating figure, the soul overpowering the flesh-and-fur shell of the mortal coil.
Personality: When she was good, she was very, very good, but when she was bad... You are her pawn; she, every inch a queen, regality and sensuality colliding in vicious union to create the harpy. Pride is borne upon her breast, flamboyant, unflappable- I am your better, a proclamation spoken just as easily with her body as with her tongue. I am your dream, I am your everything. Deviant whispers, temptation, she wraps round the mind of those who are of use and infects as a poison. Without her, surely, she will endear you to perish. Needful, lecherous, craving not power but the admiration which comes from such things. All should desire her, and if she so wants, she shall take, for she is of a selfish nature. few touch that which is cased in ice and stone, a pulsating muscle so full of love for self there is disappointingly little to give- or so she will say. And oh, if she cannot have what she wants, she is rage, she is fierce, she takes, and takes, and give you must. Doting upon those she takes within the circle of trust which wraps so tightly, one might think it impenetrable; protecting, commanding, croons of sweet promises and affection unbound.
Sample: Unchained, untamed, a wild thing many sought to know- few truly did. The earthen vixen, ever-temptuous, every movement, every breath reeking of the sweet decimation of innocence that she wrought upon those she deemed lovely. Even as the sorrowful wind swirled and twisted round her, reminding her- she was alone- she could not, would not detain herself from what was natural. A near-hypnotic sway to her hips, lustrous fur groomed to perfection, ah, she were lazed, yet still she tempted. It was only as the moon drew her attentions to the crystalline surface of the water that the path would alter and she would draw close, taking extreme care in every stride, halting once she could peer into the mirror-like liquid to examine herself. Twas enough to inspire a deviant grin, muzzle lifting and falling once more in a nod meant only for herself. "Darling, you look fabulous," the dame crooned to her reflection, settling upon haunches to peer closer with a strange light held within beryl optics. "Never let them forget that..."
Name: Euryale
Description: Within this vixen do we find sin itself; everything you want in delicious curves cut as though to taunt and tempt every pure heart she crosses, nothing that you need though it is easily forgotten in the mass of swirling hues that dance over the silken fur she bears. Sweet mocha, delightful creme in audacious conflict with pallid ivory, masked in a trio of hues that mark her a unique being. Chocolate bands round the lower half of her rear limbs, suddenly shifting to then encase toes in a milky shade of ivory; the same chocolate dares a splash along the length of her lush tail, offsetting the pale mocha. It is this mocha which is most predominant, taking precedence over both darker and lighter forms of itself yet never overwhelming- everything about her is in a balance, a perfect mixture designed to entice and drag one to the madness of sin. Heated beryl optics offset the earthen design nature hath granted the harpy; and she, though standing in medium build and clearly built for quickness, poses an intimidating figure, the soul overpowering the flesh-and-fur shell of the mortal coil.
Personality: When she was good, she was very, very good, but when she was bad... You are her pawn; she, every inch a queen, regality and sensuality colliding in vicious union to create the harpy. Pride is borne upon her breast, flamboyant, unflappable- I am your better, a proclamation spoken just as easily with her body as with her tongue. I am your dream, I am your everything. Deviant whispers, temptation, she wraps round the mind of those who are of use and infects as a poison. Without her, surely, she will endear you to perish. Needful, lecherous, craving not power but the admiration which comes from such things. All should desire her, and if she so wants, she shall take, for she is of a selfish nature. few touch that which is cased in ice and stone, a pulsating muscle so full of love for self there is disappointingly little to give- or so she will say. And oh, if she cannot have what she wants, she is rage, she is fierce, she takes, and takes, and give you must. Doting upon those she takes within the circle of trust which wraps so tightly, one might think it impenetrable; protecting, commanding, croons of sweet promises and affection unbound.
Sample: Unchained, untamed, a wild thing many sought to know- few truly did. The earthen vixen, ever-temptuous, every movement, every breath reeking of the sweet decimation of innocence that she wrought upon those she deemed lovely. Even as the sorrowful wind swirled and twisted round her, reminding her- she was alone- she could not, would not detain herself from what was natural. A near-hypnotic sway to her hips, lustrous fur groomed to perfection, ah, she were lazed, yet still she tempted. It was only as the moon drew her attentions to the crystalline surface of the water that the path would alter and she would draw close, taking extreme care in every stride, halting once she could peer into the mirror-like liquid to examine herself. Twas enough to inspire a deviant grin, muzzle lifting and falling once more in a nod meant only for herself. "Darling, you look fabulous," the dame crooned to her reflection, settling upon haunches to peer closer with a strange light held within beryl optics. "Never let them forget that..."