Quiksilver Storm -- Paradise Isle

[ Show ]

Support VoyForums

[ Shrink ]

VoyForums Announcement: Programming and providing support for this service has been a labor of love since 1997. We are one of the few services online who values our users' privacy, and have never sold your information. We have even fought hard to defend your privacy in legal cases; however, we've done it with almost no financial support -- paying out of pocket to continue providing the service. Due to the issues imposed on us by advertisers, we also stopped hosting most ads on the forums many years ago. We hope you appreciate our efforts.

Show your support by donating any amount. (Note: We are still technically a for-profit company, so your contribution is not tax-deductible.) PayPal Acct: Feedback:

Donate to VoyForums (PayPal):

[ Login ] [ Contact Forum Admin ] [ Main index ] [ Post a new message ] [ Search | Check update time | Archives: 1, [2], 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10 ]

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Date Posted: 11:11:29 11/27/03 Thu
Author: SilverStar
Subject: Quiksilver Storm
In reply to: Dagger's Rebellion 's message, "Rebel the Fright" on 18:55:23 11/18/03 Tue

Daughter of the Seas canters near, slender coal-hued limbs seeming barely to graze the sands as she flew along at a pace faster than the wind, yet the slowest pace she possessed; her action smooth and fluid, with a careless grace and precision to make the heart ache. Wind flowed through silken locks, sending midnight tresses, twisting and whirling, dancing and swirling about her, a storm about a mermaid. Satin hide shines a bright sterling, lightly dappled with darker steely drops, which as finely-tuned muscles bunch and stretch, dance like raindrops leaping on a molten sea of quiksilver, encased in the faeraelike form of an exquisite Arabian mare, with the wild, untameable spirit of a Mustang and the bittersweet, phantom aura of the stormy sea. Large, dark pools burning bright with a stormy flame, gaze upon the sight before her, a terrible rage filling her as her closest friend in the world save the wind and sea is attacked by a bloody-hued evil. Halting the poetry of her motion, she prancinf lightly in place, keeping the rage inside her under control. If DoT wanted help, she would ask for it, but until then, she wouldn't barge in on her battle, however much her blood would pound.

[ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

Replies:

[> *~*Freedom is in the Stars*~* -- **Star**, 15:26:32 11/27/03 Thu [1]

(OOC:Silverstorm I need you at my post to help all of us.plz!)

[ Post a Reply to This Message ]
[ Edit | View ]