::save me from the nothing i've become::
Calling. Fairy |
endless summer lift the curse it feels like nothing matters in our private universe [i already play here. it's .phobia.!] Name.Bayley Hunton HTML & Layout Pic Copyrighted By .phobia.
|
L.o.v.e.d O.f.f.s.p.r.i.n.g L.o.c.k. D.o.w.n ... this is life, or something like it ...
A l i a s[you really wanna know?] : Parker Elizabeth Birch S u r v i v e d[longer than you have] : 18 years S e x[it's just a fun game] : female P e r s o n a[can't you tell?] : Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch. That's what they all chant. At least the girls do. As for the guys, I've got them in a trance. A vivacious, luscious, flirtacious bitch. I guess that's what you could say. Basically, I'm no innocent little girl. I'm a bad, and naughty girl aren't I? Oh and, watch out for mood swings. H i s t o r y[nothing but a subject in school] : Born of a extremely wealthy parents. I guess I was a part of the popular crowd, but they were nothing really but a bunch of lying cheap bastards. I haven't found a freind yet that I can count on....but secretly...i hope i will someday. I was even a playboy bunny for a week. Don't even ask why though. Cuz if ya do? I'm afraid I'm gonna have to kill ya. Just kidding.. I n t e r e s t s[definetly not you] : Guys, swimming, clothes, shopping, spending money, animals, makeup, and much more.. P u p e t e e r[a bigger bitch than i] : .phobia. L o c a t e d[her contacts] : x [email protected] x . but then again, so am i . -[ HTML & Layout Pic Copyrighted By .phobia.]- |
Pregnant minx made her way through the walkways and down the cobbel stoned path. Back ached from long hours of doing such actions. Doe gems were kept feircly on her path, deciding not to be distracted by any other attraction. Bodice clearly rounded with the carrying of a child. An accidental child as one might say, but she wouldn't even think of using sucha painful term. This was the child of a previous love. A broken and mistrusted bond. They had planned for so much but it all came crashing to the ground. It was the ideal of many unwed teenage mothers. A dream that was never really ever brought to the attention of reality. And so, she tried to pursue that dream and prove the odds wrong. Pools of a deep earthen tone continued on her path. Equiped with a blade for protection, and whatever baggage that was most needed, she set out on a journey to accomplish a good life. A life that would be painfully hard to reach, but a life that she intented on following. She couldn't be more than 6 months pregnant. And so, it was noticeable but not that of a 9 monthed female being. Symptoms of pregancy had just began to blow and she was fairly unprepared. Where would she live? How would she care for both the baby and herself? What would she do. One paw was placed to the forehead, for the questions darted to fast. Lids closed a short while in thought, before re-opening and continuing on her way. Limbs carried her upon the pavement, and graceful anteriors swung lossely beside the hips. Earthen locks were pushed behind one ear, as half the tresses were held up in a tight ponytail, while underhairs hung neatly under the hair adjustments. Her hair was neatly trimmed, and straightened. Normally her hair would be slightly waved to the touch, but this time she was feeling different. Thoughts focused back upon the unborn child that she carried within her. Bastardy. The word rung in her mind. It filthy and unclean. This child would have no father. But, despite the missing ingrediants to a perfect life, she would try to make the best of it and be the best mother she possibly could. No matter how many sacrifices. He parents, like most, were not exactley keen on this new bump in the long road. It was at first, a sudden shock and a totally unwelcomed problem which then turned intoa welcoming, joyous celbration of life. But now she had to go out on her own. To be free to raise her child in peace. She would still seek the help of her parents, but at the same time be alone for quite a while. There was no need, at least not at the moment, to find another man in her life, and the thought hadn't really come to her to mind.
x full alias | Krystal Lopez x x freindly alias | krissie x x generated | 18 harsh years x x sexage | female x x tress hue | brown x x ooid hue | brown x x sexuality | straight x x measure me | 5'5 x x shaped | slender, the fairly idolized frame. On the skinny side, but generaly healthy and somewhat well fed x x family backings | puerto rican, caucasion x x origin | she was born in Puerto Rico, and then moved to America, as just a baby. She had a lower-class life, but at the same time it wasn't all that bad. Her parents were loving and tried to do the best they could. At 18, she became pregnant with a baby girl from her then-time boyfreind and moved out here. x education | finished most of high-school x x persona | a slightly cold, yet warm fox at the sam instant, with a rather tinge of attitude but a hidden warmth that shows every now and then. It depends on how the vix is feeling, weather it be alone, or socail. Not exactely the socail butterfly that she could be, but is blissfully unaware of her own beauty x x pet | meizy/dog/female/collie x x employment | none x x has my heart | none x x pupeteer | .mocha. x x contacted | x [email protected] x x . a young audrey hepburn . x -[ HTML & Layout Pic Copyrighted By .mocha. ]- |
Pregnant minx made her way through the walkways and down the cobbel stoned path. Back ached from long hours of doing such actions. Doe gems were kept feircly on her path, deciding not to be distracted by any other attraction. Bodice clearly rounded with the carrying of a child. An accidental child as one might say, but she wouldn't even think of using sucha painful term. This was the child of a previous love. A broken and mistrusted bond. They had planned for so much but it all came crashing to the ground. It was the ideal of many unwed teenage mothers. A dream that was never really ever brought to the attention of reality. And so, she tried to pursue that dream and prove the odds wrong. Pools of a deep earthen tone continued on her path. Equiped with a blade for protection, and whatever baggage that was most needed, she set out on a journey to accomplish a good life. A life that would be painfully hard to reach, but a life that she intented on following. She couldn't be more than 6 months pregnant. And so, it was noticeable but not that of a 9 monthed female being. Symptoms of pregancy had just began to blow and she was fairly unprepared. Where would she live? How would she care for both the baby and herself? What would she do. One paw was placed to the forehead, for the questions darted to fast. Lids closed a short while in thought, before re-opening and continuing on her way. Limbs carried her upon the pavement, and graceful anteriors swung lossely beside the hips. Earthen locks were pushed behind one ear, as half the tresses were held up in a tight ponytail, while underhairs hung neatly under the hair adjustments. Her hair was neatly trimmed, and straightened. Normally her hair would be slightly waved to the touch, but this time she was feeling different. Thoughts focused back upon the unborn child that she carried within her. Bastardy. The word rung in her mind. It filthy and unclean. This child would have no father. But, despite the missing ingrediants to a perfect life, she would try to make the best of it and be the best mother she possibly could. No matter how many sacrifices. He parents, like most, were not exactley keen on this new bump in the long road. It was at first, a sudden shock and a totally unwelcomed problem which then turned intoa welcoming, joyous celbration of life. But now she had to go out on her own. To be free to raise her child in peace. She would still seek the help of her parents, but at the same time be alone for quite a while. There was no need, at least not at the moment, to find another man in her life, and the thought hadn't really come to her to mind.
x full alias | Krystal Lopez x x freindly alias | krissie x x generated | 18 harsh years x x sexage | female x x tress hue | brown x x ooid hue | brown x x sexuality | straight x x measure me | 5'5 x x shaped | slender, the fairly idolized frame. On the skinny side, but generaly healthy and somewhat well fed x x family backings | puerto rican, caucasion x x origin | she was born in Puerto Rico, and then moved to America, as just a baby. She had a lower-class life, but at the same time it wasn't all that bad. Her parents were loving and tried to do the best they could. At 18, she became pregnant with a baby girl from her then-time boyfreind and moved out here. x education | finished most of high-school x x persona | a slightly cold, yet warm fox at the sam instant, with a rather tinge of attitude but a hidden warmth that shows every now and then. It depends on how the vix is feeling, weather it be alone, or socail. Not exactely the socail butterfly that she could be, but is blissfully unaware of her own beauty x x pet | meizy/dog/female/collie x x employment | bartender at wild side x x has my heart | none x x offspring | parker lopez[f] x x pupeteer | .mocha. x x contacted | x [email protected] x x . a young audrey hepburn . x -[ HTML & Layout Pic Copyrighted By .mocha. ]- |
Atop the large fresian steed, the maiden clasped the guidance tools, now a dressmaker. The skill of sewing that her mother had taught herself and her female sibling to do so, and which she preformed quite well. The majority of clothing worn by the fae had been stitched and the woolen materials spun by herself. This included the earthen hued cloak, the ivorn apron the clung to the lower half of her working dress, and her other summer garments. Acid oricles placed upon the fountain that sprouted to the center of the area. Frame swayed with the movements of equine, before making movements out of a carriage's directed path. Halting before the spouting liquid, the minx swung one graceful limb over the rear of the steed, and landed softly on the pavement. Pale paws were placed upon the stone that held the structure together, and the other free limb grasped the reins, pulling the stallion closer gently. Reflections glowed in the pool, and bright gems studied it's features before the crystal liquid's stillness was broken. Mits plunged into the depths of the water, and pale mask was gingerly cleansed, before taking a short sip, and allowing her steed to catch a drink of his own. Grunts of refreshment escaped the throat of the stallion, and the radiant crown of the fresian was lifted, liquids riding down his chin and falling downward, back to it's home. Sounds of life passed through both ears of the two species, and lossely rested hood was lifted down, to allow cascades of reddish tresses fall past the vix's back. One free paw was placed upon the forehead of the stallion, and stroked for it had been a long day for the unbrakeable pair. ... -Aindreas-... x alias | terrwyn mcbride x x generated | 18 harsh years x sexage | female x tress hue | crimson x x ooid hue | acid hazel x x measure me | 5'5 x x shaped | slender, the fairly idolized frame. On the skinny side, but generaly healthy and somewhat well fed x x family backings | irish, caucasion x x persona | a slightly cold, yet warm fox at the sam instant, with a rather tinge of attitude but a hidden warmth that shows every now and then. It depends on how the vix is feeling, weather it be alone, or socail. Not exactely the socail butterfly that she could be, but is blissfully unaware of her own beauty x x pupeteer | j.ump x x contacted | x [email protected] x x sided | mama and father raised me a loyal x x . i need a good laugh . x -[ HTML & Layout Pic Copyrighted By J.ump ]- |
|
Labriums pull back in a gentle smile, the steed standing tall but still. The minx listened intently to his words, before thinking and then replying. ... ...
x alias | terrwyn mcbride x
x generated | 18 harsh years x
sexage | female x
tress hue | crimson x
x ooid hue | acid hazel x
x measure me | 5'5 x
x shaped | slender, the fairly idolized frame. On the skinny side, but generaly healthy and somewhat well fed x
x family backings | irish, caucasion x
x persona | a slightly cold, yet warm fox at the sam instant, with a rather tinge of attitude but a hidden warmth that shows every now and then. It depends on how the vix is feeling, weather it be alone, or socail. Not exactely the socail butterfly that she could be, but is blissfully unaware of her own beauty x
x pupeteer | j.ump x
x contacted | x [email protected] x
x sided | mama and father raised me a loyal x
x . i need a good laugh . x
-[ HTML & Layout Pic Copyrighted By J.ump ]-
|
Maiden struck a gaze at the order, for it was her first one. Dressed in an ivorn mini-skirt, and a black tee, there were no intentions to look like a slut. A nod was preformed to the girl, and a beer was handed down to her, non-chalantley and a smile was preformed. L.o.v.e.d O.f.f.s.p.r.i.n.g L.o.c.k. D.o.w.n ... this is life, or something like it ...
A l i a s[you really wanna know?] : Parker Elizabeth Birch S u r v i v e d[longer than you have] : 18 years S e x[it's just a fun game] : female P e r s o n a[can't you tell?] : Bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch, bitch. That's what they all chant. At least the girls do. As for the guys, I've got them in a trance. A vivacious, luscious, flirtacious bitch. I guess that's what you could say. Basically, I'm no innocent little girl. I'm a bad, and naughty girl aren't I? Oh and, watch out for mood swings. H i s t o r y[nothing but a subject in school] : Born of a extremely wealthy parents. I guess I was a part of the popular crowd, but they were nothing really but a bunch of lying cheap bastards. I haven't found a freind yet that I can count on....but secretly...i hope i will someday. I was even a playboy bunny for a week. Don't even ask why though. Cuz if ya do? I'm afraid I'm gonna have to kill ya. Just kidding.. I n t e r e s t s[definetly not you] : Guys, swimming, clothes, shopping, spending money, animals, makeup, and much more.. P u p e t e e r[a bigger bitch than i] : .phobia. L o c a t e d[her contacts] : x [email protected] x x . and somedaye it will have puppies . x -[ HTML & Layout Pic Copyrighted By .phobia.]- |
|
|||||
|
|||||
- . buying a stairway to heaven . - text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and here text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and here text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and here text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here and there, and here your text here |
endless summer lift the curse it feels like nothing matters in our private universe [i already play here. it's .phobia.!] Name.Bayley Hunton HTML & Layout Pic Copyrighted By .phobia.
|
.the key to my heart. Onyx strolls casually within the geography, set at a sturdy trot. Strutting commensed, as giration off the posterior limbs beat against the land. Muscles twitched and shivered slightly, with the equine ticks that came naturaly. The. white oleander Html & Pic ©Drummer |
Pregnant minx made her way through the walkways and down the cobbel stoned path. Back ached from long hours of doing such actions. Doe gems were kept feircly on her path, deciding not to be distracted by any other attraction. Bodice clearly rounded with the carrying of a child. An accidental child as one might say, but she wouldn't even think of using sucha painful term. This was the child of a previous love. A broken and mistrusted bond. They had planned for so much but it all came crashing to the ground. It was the ideal of many unwed teenage mothers. A dream that was never really ever brought to the attention of reality. And so, she tried to pursue that dream and prove the odds wrong. Pools of a deep earthen tone continued on her path. Equiped with a blade for protection, and whatever baggage that was most needed, she set out on a journey to accomplish a good life. A life that would be painfully hard to reach, but a life that she intented on following. She couldn't be more than 6 months pregnant. And so, it was noticeable but not that of a 9 monthed female being. Symptoms of pregancy had just began to blow and she was fairly unprepared. Where would she live? How would she care for both the baby and herself? What would she do. One paw was placed to the forehead, for the questions darted to fast. Lids closed a short while in thought, before re-opening and continuing on her way. Limbs carried her upon the pavement, and graceful anteriors swung lossely beside the hips. Earthen locks were pushed behind one ear, as half the tresses were held up in a tight ponytail, while underhairs hung neatly under the hair adjustments. Her hair was neatly trimmed, and straightened. Normally her hair would be slightly waved to the touch, but this time she was feeling different. Thoughts focused back upon the unborn child that she carried within her. Bastardy. The word rung in her mind. It filthy and unclean. This child would have no father. But, despite the missing ingrediants to a perfect life, she would try to make the best of it and be the best mother she possibly could. No matter how many sacrifices. He parents, like most, were not exactley keen on this new bump in the long road. It was at first, a sudden shock and a totally unwelcomed problem which then turned intoa welcoming, joyous celbration of life. But now she had to go out on her own. To be free to raise her child in peace. She would still seek the help of her parents, but at the same time be alone for quite a while. There was no need, at least not at the moment, to find another man in her life, and the thought hadn't really come to her to mind.
x full alias | Krystal Lopez x x freindly alias | krissie x x generated | 18 harsh years x x sexage | female x x tress hue | brown x x ooid hue | brown x x sexuality | straight x x measure me | 5'5 x x shaped | slender, the fairly idolized frame. On the skinny side, but generaly healthy and somewhat well fed x x family backings | puerto rican, caucasion x x origin | she was born in Puerto Rico, and then moved to America, as just a baby. She had a lower-class life, but at the same time it wasn't all that bad. Her parents were loving and tried to do the best they could. At 18, she became pregnant with a baby girl from her then-time boyfreind and moved out here. x education | finished most of high-school x x persona | a slightly cold, yet warm fox at the sam instant, with a rather tinge of attitude but a hidden warmth that shows every now and then. It depends on how the vix is feeling, weather it be alone, or socail. Not exactely the socail butterfly that she could be, but is blissfully unaware of her own beauty x x pet | meizy/dog/female/collie x x employment | none x x has my heart | none x x pupeteer | .mocha. x x contacted | x [email protected] x x . a young audrey hepburn . x -[ HTML & Layout Pic Copyrighted By .mocha. ]- |
Called. Kaleidescope
Perfume. Female
Rotations. 5
Bloodlines. Collie/German Shephered mix
Pigmant. Caramel, white, and browns
Personality. The doors have opened, and she is no longer the selfish brat she used to be. Although some things never change, there are things that do including her attitude. Now, she's an optimist with a pessamistic tinge. It's a new style. A style she's still getting used to. Kal's always beena fighter and a lover, one of each. Now that things in her life have changed, there is no looking back. She's a new bitch. By bich, I mean, female. ((heh.)) Kal's now a warm and loving girl, where as she'd do anything to get someone mad. Things are kinda looking up for her, and so this does have an affect on her look towards things. She's now a warm, gentle, affectionate, and understanding canine with a wise spin on the truth.
History. It was a cold, and lonely night. The steam rose from the pot-holes and the cracks of the tar-like surface. A vicious snarl broke the city's deep silence. It was that of a mad canine. Drool aligning his jawline, and a crazed look in his eye. he was on a rage. A rage to do what most would shudder to think of. Suddenly, a whimper hung and bled through the crazed sounds. It was that of a young and small female. She was cornered, alone, and frightened to death. Her tail, caught between her legs, cornered deep within an alley way. She stood, cringing in his shadow. One single paw was placed out of line, to attempt to break free of the male, but only to be placed quickly back, as he snapped wildly at her paw. This happened each time, as he circled her continuisly. He had one thing on his mind, and one thing only. Conception. His hormones had taken over, and their was nothing, i mean nothing that could stop him. The female shuddered, and backed away, but lost her footing in mess of cans and trash. Just then, the male moved behind her, nosing her out of the shadows, snarling at every second. tail plastered, she knew what he craved, and she tried to stop it. But she just could not. He was too strong. Drool commensing from his jaw, he arose upon haunches, and mounted. The female shuddered...
Months after the terrifying night, the same female lay in a cardboard box, four pups nursing noisily from her. She guessed the male's bloodlines weren't really very strong, and that was prbably the reason why so little puppies. But she continued to shrug the thought off. One of the pups was Kal. She was the odd one out. Always last for dinner, and always the last to sleep. her brothers and sisters were all the same. It was the same routine. Eat, sleep, play, eat sleep, play. But not Kal. She was lonely. her mother tried to help, but it was no use. She was alone.
Years went by. Years of pain and struggle, and fearful events that she rather not mention. Kal grew to be he bitch that she is. Still sometimes outcasted. And even sometimes welcomed..
::save me from the nothing i've become::
Calling. Fairy |