x__painted to perfection

[r.andom]

z y n f e n d a l;
don't know what's wrong but it keeps getting worse.

[x] name me; Zynfendal
[x] make me a; Gothic Darling
[x] age me; Four Winters
[x] bred a; Gypsy Vanner
[x] height on heals; Fifteen Three Hands
[x] colored to perfection in a; Black and White Ball Gown
[x] mark me with a; Sinister Heartbeat
[x] let my deity be; Aphrodite

[x] appearance; Long legs will appear, you’ll look up you see the face, the lips perfectly formed, the figure swirling and strutting across the rolling grassy slopes. Eyes are long lashed with dark smoky rings around them. The black and white coat and fur glimmers under the spring sun, what a beautiful day. With a purr it’s a vixen, here today gone tomorrow. The sweet smell of sweat follows me like cottony gauze floating behind me. The hips swing with a graceful ease, and with the toss of my locks I send a smoldering gaze over my shoulder. I dip my head under the cool shadow of a tree and survey the land with emotionless eyes. Blinking once or twice I resume my gaze to the tree bark. Sigh; what a bore. Thick appendages stomp into a dance, as block suckers land. Ebony feathered locks flipping freely out to the sides, as a whip strikes at them from the side. Crimson daggers leaving imprints in the earth, I’ll sigh. Life is so boring these days.

[x] personality; You know I’m the original when you see a blue devil eyed monster appear from the shadows. A grin tugging at her black lips, lanterns perked on her cranium. That’s me! With my teeth snapping at you as you appear. Better get the hell away from me when I’m pissed. Around mares, I’m a flat out bitch… but around the guys what can I say. I’m a total doll as if it was an always feature, flirting and cuddling just like my mother. If I care about you, you’ll know, but it’s the same if I hate you. There’s no in-between for me. Love or hate, take your pick darling. I wish you all luck at my game of love and hate. But for now I shall appear a mystery to those, hiding in the shadows from afar staring from a distance.

[x] history; I’m known as the trouble maker.

Though I have only lived a short four years, but I have a story to tell. I was born from the great Queen. Though she was a little bitch, and might I add a slut… This is the reason of my being. I was an accident. My mother had been having a hard day, and so she wondered off knowing good and well were she was going. Then up came my father, whose name I have since forgotten. And let’s just say they fucked around and here I am. At birth, my mother had difficulties and my mom’s stallion (who isn’t my father), was going to kill me. Kill the lines of the damned. But my mother lunged at him, telling him she wanted to kill me then go get fucked again (This time with him). But mother kept putting off the kill, and there I was a year old my bones now excellent and strong, with my shire build. Mother’s stallion came after me one week but I disappeared. He searched for days, but I never was found.

I had known that the day would come, I had ears. Though they didn’t seem to notice since they had talked about the killing right in front of me. I swear they were so damn stupid! I mean honestly. But anyway, I had run away, my painted appendages covering the land quiet quickly; and so I did this for about a year, until I was of two spring season’s, after my birth. My body now was reaching the height of fifteen hands standing. Bones and structure sturdy and built having been on the move in the wild. But then a change was in hand.

I returned to the land of my mother. Only to find she had another baby in hands. Figures! Her stallion, the father, in other words “the perfect child.” Unlike my mistake of being born into the world, ruining everyone’s perfect little lives, I mean my bad, sorry to have been a burden. Whatever and I knew I would have to come to terms with mother dearest. And so I set an “appointment with the Queen.” It was scheduled for the next evening. I met her at the cliffs but the ocean, sometime after the sun had set. She didn’t recognize me. A sham really, since I was looking quiet nice I must say. I told her my name, a grasp was heard from her side. A grin tugged at my black lips. Oh yes… how nice to see you mommy dear. I told her of my travels how I have seen the lands, she would never dare enter. I watched as emotions filled her eyes. Oh, that’s not good, one should never show emotion. Wait. I do believe you taught me that, you are such a hypocrite mommy dear! Hah. Oh well. It would soon end. You hypocrisy would end. And so I she told me of how they such, how they worried for weeks if I’d been eaten or something. Yeah right, nice act but you sure as hell can’t pull it with me. I smiled sweetly, pearls staring at her, I stepped closer three… she stepped back five. Then it happened, her hoof slide on the cliff, clumps of dirt and land falling down into the ocean… I watched, grin spread across my blackened lips.

[x] sample roleplay; The morning came, a misty time of legends and love. But this morning was different, for the skies were raging. And oh how they raged. Fire shooting through the clouds and the tears of angels pouring down onto those foolish enough to walk amongst the shadows of death, the mist was still there, circling about my feet and casting this black creature in mystery. Only my eyes could be seen, a stark black against the white hot lighting around me, But the rages of nature did not affect me, for I only kept walking as if death wasn’t even known dragging me back for such stupidity.

Our creature is not of sadness for I walk proudly, a stoic mass of muscles and Arabian heritage. Arrogance can be found in each easy step as I walk so quietly. The stalker, dodging darkness until she can find them way to your saintly beside with a rusty blade in my hand, Rain does not affect my vision, for I still see clearly. There will be no surprises on this ghostly morning, for I am alert our felon. A grin presses the sides of my black lips back, showing serrated edges, teeth torn up from my past. Oh I am the gothic girl, dressing only in black and white, reveling in all that reeks of rotting flesh and burning rage.

An early morning lull is only broken by the screams of the storm and the soft huff of my breath. Like a dragon, my breath turns to smoke against the chill, turning me into something mythical and fears at the same time. I love this quiet, the black one, for there is a wonderful absence from acid words and bloody cries of pain. Not that I didn’t love the heat of night or the oppressing thickness of the afternoon, I loved the action, loved being in the center of the chaos. But for now, I embraced the storm and quiet with open arm, letting it wash away everything that had once been. Today I would start anew, today the legend would begin. And what a sadistic tale it will become.

Then I hear, it. A simply snap, in my silence, is followed by a spotted creature. It was that of a male. Perhaps my knight in shinning armor? Lanterns turning as the male spoke, Good afternoon? Okay so this male is insane, nothing new for me I suppose. But then he keeps going words spilling from his own chambers. Alros, I thought silently letting me tongue roll of the name a few times. “Bonjour Alros, I am Zynfendal,” I paused, grin pressing my black lips once more. “Does it fit me?” I asked, cranium turned to allow my stark black pits to bore into yours. Did you know you're kinda cute...