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 Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 11:56 pm
WIP~ coding to come.
name - Grey Matter
gender - buck
inspiration -
personality;
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 11:57 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 26, 2010 11:58 pm
custom form -
Quote: Custom Request
username: Kaitaia
kimeti name: Grey Matter ( i know grey matter specifically may not be a kimeti concept, but i'm pretty sure i can come up with a naming dream that can still justify it. <3 )
gender: male
growing or non: Non
request: its a bit more semi-custom than custom, haah. i don't really have a specific idea in mind. its kind of based on a zombie, so it should be kind of dead-looking, gray and a little gruesome. everything is up to you. he won't be an actual zombie of course. he'll just be a little morbid.
edits? what do you want and what will you pay? yes, if you feel they're needed~ its up to you.
anything special about your request (RP need, etc.): ilovezombies. andilovethenamegreymatter. <3Adding a little extra: 500k~
[color=blue][b]Custom Request[/b]
[b]username:[/b] Kaitaia
[b]kimeti name:[/b] Grey Matter ( i know grey matter specifically may not be a kimeti concept, but i'm pretty sure i can come up with a naming dream that can still justify it. <3 )
[b]gender:[/b] male
[b]growing or non:[/b] Non
[b]request:[/b] its a bit more semi-custom than custom, haah. i don't really have a specific idea in mind. its kind of based on a zombie, so it should be kind of dead-looking, gray and a little gruesome. everything is up to you. he won't be an actual zombie of course. he'll just be a little morbid.
[b]edits? what do you want and what will you pay?[/b] yes, if you feel they're needed~ its up to you.
[b]anything special about your request (RP need, etc.):[/b] ilovezombies. andilovethenamegreymatter. <3[/color]
[color=gold][b]Adding a little extra:[/b] 500k~[/color]
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2010 10:47 am
<3 completed quests: On Wings of Black name - On Wings of Black
gender - doe
inspiration - based on an oc of mine 1 2 3 4 5 6 7
personality; bitter | blunt | cold | stubborn | old fashioned | lover of music
This doe is notverynice. While no means evil, she just doesn't play well with others. She's cold and distant to all around her, except the very few she trusts. She's very blunt and to the point, stubborn and rather old fashioned. She doesn't like others, she looks down her nose at most, and spends most of her time alone, thinking everyone else is foolish. Once she doesn't like you, its very hard to change her mind. She especially doesn't like foals, but is more forgiving of them since they're young.
The drop was deep. How deep, none knew. It was endless, forever, infinite. A lone doe stood at the edge of the precipice, looking down, finding the bottom was no where in sight. Bottomless. Bottomless.
Bottomless.
The ground underneath the doe shifted and changed form, turning from solid to nothing. With nothing to hold it up, the creature was a victim of gravity, and down it went. Down. Down.
Down.
Falling now, it certainly did seem bottomless.
Time seemed to stretch as the creature fell. It was impossible to tell if it had been mere moments, or if it had been hours, days, weeks. Perhaps it had been an eternity. It certainly seemed that way as the doe continued to fall. Fall.
Fall.
It became impossible to tell if it was night or day. The darkness had become absolute, and the creature could neither see the beginning of the crack, nor the end. It was just darkness and black. Nothing existed anymore. Nothing. Nothing.
Nothing.
The doe's eyes closed; they were useless now.
The doe continued to fall, and just as it seemed that the creature had been stalled in time, something seemed to change. The doe started to feel different. Lighter, newer, stronger. Its' heavy heart was no longer heavy. Things had begun to change, and as the doe opened its eyes again, it was clear that they had begun to change outward as well.
The fall had stopped, and a small dot of light was visible above the doe. The dot was obtainable, a goal to work toward. The doe quirked its mouth into a small smile, and with a mighty flap, was lifted out of the abyss on newfound wings of black.
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