Post by V on May 29, 2013 13:15:53 GMT -5
Priest
Hell had come to Earth with its sweltering temperatures and took all moisture from the lands, a drought affecting the Terra's and Angel's. While on the other hand the Demons were even more friendly to associate with the change in habitat, indeed one or the other would find you. Large yet chiseled hooves walked at a casual pace, his masculine figure waltzing along and the movements emitted were almost serpent like. One would have assumed the stallion was intoxicated by his drunken stagger or possibly injured yet this was not the case at all. In fact if one payed close attention one would realize that the movements were more primitive than the usual being, a true predator and murderer. The brilliant rays danced off the redhead's flesh, a rich chestnut that looked as if he were a flame. To compliment the muscular figure was deep yet rich maroon hued mane and tail that were matted and tangled creating a dreadlock like effect.
The inky stockings created a illusion with his movements as if he held more appendages than the norm, and the black mask was a handsome contrast to his exotic cream hued eyes. The raven hue coloring dyed a dorsal stripe and two blades on either side of his shoulder, and a paint stroke like cross resides behind the left front leg. Such a creation one could not be anything but intrigued, though this being was overly friendly there was an aura that could not be trusted like when danger was near. Brittle rocks were tossed about by his swaggering stride, and muscles quite noted due to the Arabian and Paint bloodline. A malice grin spread slowly from one side of his lips to the other, as the sadistic creature could not help but to hope for prey. Patience was everything though and with this he inhaled deeply, pulling the muggy oxygen within his lungs and nasal cavity a slight disappointment that none were close in proximity. The stallion would not get discouraged and in fact push on, Priest held a toxic gaze as he continued through this delightful land.
Word Count - 352.
Notes - Open for anyone and everyone who wants to meet Priest! ;]
The inky stockings created a illusion with his movements as if he held more appendages than the norm, and the black mask was a handsome contrast to his exotic cream hued eyes. The raven hue coloring dyed a dorsal stripe and two blades on either side of his shoulder, and a paint stroke like cross resides behind the left front leg. Such a creation one could not be anything but intrigued, though this being was overly friendly there was an aura that could not be trusted like when danger was near. Brittle rocks were tossed about by his swaggering stride, and muscles quite noted due to the Arabian and Paint bloodline. A malice grin spread slowly from one side of his lips to the other, as the sadistic creature could not help but to hope for prey. Patience was everything though and with this he inhaled deeply, pulling the muggy oxygen within his lungs and nasal cavity a slight disappointment that none were close in proximity. The stallion would not get discouraged and in fact push on, Priest held a toxic gaze as he continued through this delightful land.
Word Count - 352.
Notes - Open for anyone and everyone who wants to meet Priest! ;]