ā¾ Sinaxis ā½ (#29058)
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2017-12-14 17:47:29
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I've been roleplaying/writing for about 15 years now and decided to bring some of my writings to Lioden.
What I specialize is quips/personality descriptions of characters. I will list reference from other lion and non-lion characters below. If interested, I only ask a fee of 100sb.
Providing me with some info, or even a song allows me to better write towards the theme/personality of your character. :)
I can venture out to write den/pride descriptions, and if you want an elaborate one (for say your king) it will be more, including interactions. I can do fight/high tension scenes as well. Something like this would be more around 200sb.
Prices are as follows.
Normal Description {please read Sunari, Sinaxis, Dragoon below for examples is 100
General Pride/King Descriptions and Interactions between lions {Check Vimto below for example} is 200
If you want me to write longer and more elaborate pieces, please feel free to offer a price. I'm not picky and more than happy to work with you. 
Please fill out the following form so I have a good idea of what you want.
ā¢ Lion/Character:
ā¢ Personality:
ā¢ Lion/Char's theme song (optional):
ā¢ Type of writing (Story, description,interaction):
ā¢ What you want me to write:
ā¢ Additional Info:
ā¢ Length {100sb, 200sb, or more price}:
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Sunari
Mercy is not her name. Ebony night draped across shoulders like a self-entitled cloak, crown of blood and sorrow once held aloft between white ears now vanished. Egotistical and empowering, her legacy was not easily drowned by the darkened past. Death's bite seemed to immolate from feline, raw power surging through every fiber of her body, tungsten jaws yearning to wrap themselves about an enemy's flesh once more. Heavily armed with no remorse, the feral creature bowed but to one king - and frankly, you were not it.
Sinaxis
Ancients writhed at the sight of bestial lore that swept across sacred halls, the uncouth cur in which presented themselves unworthy and fell from such high grace. Subtle hints of a past oracle fell upon the shoulders of an ivory Grecian. Viridian eyes were perhaps bewitching, struck to the core by the birth that could not be denied. Onyx leather curled at her hip, leaving naught but crimson in its horrific wake. Wayward locks of white graced shoulders, homeland's culture reflected in the gleam of silk. Gilded allure clasped around waist and matching armlets lay against bare flesh, footsteps soft and told none about the one who rose from the lunar moon; She who bit the night in two.
Dragoon
Flames licked the sides of the dragon's face, leaping and surging from slightly parted jowls. Sunset eyes shone brilliantly in the volcano's wake, shadows dancing across taut white face. Raging colors of yellow, orange, and a violet haze that befit an angry sinking sun. He was fitted in alabaster plumage stained in the eternal blood of ancestral heritage - the markings of his past. Carved from the earth with speed in mind, the proud creature's structure was not built like a heavy weight; no. He was like an arrow, building on kinetic energy and momentum to hit his mark like a freight train.
Celestial
She was of the stars. Ivory shone from somber sanguine and cobalt face, glimmering with kindness as they showed you of simpler times. Bright wings folded elegantly at her sides, boasting of bright plumage covered in tangerine, sky-blue, and red shades. A nervous rabbit hovered at her side, his blood-stained body bespoke of shamanistic heritage as he murmured advice into the bemused lionessā ear. She gave a gentle laugh, nosing her companion to comfort him. The lady of the stars was beloved by her pride, often seen watching over the children with nothing but pure love and devotion. Celestial lounged by the den, wrapped paws crisscrossed as her chime-like laughter echoed, bringing peace into the hearts of those lucky enough to listen.
Vimto
In the low hanging sun, an ivory lioness basked the in the remainders of itās rays before turning to tread back home. The pouch clasped to her side burst with fresh picks on drying herbs to replenish her stock. Suddenly, amber eyes caught the reflecting prism of an opal pendent at her neck, the dying sunās last tendrils caused the iridescent blue to sparkle at her throat. āI see, then.ā The words escaped tawny lips as Vimto continued homeward.
āWell? What do you see?ā The deep voice of the oracleās king nagged at her like an impudent child, still, she placed a tattooed paw on his. āYou know things are never clear.ā Her raspy voice spoke of wisdom and oddly had the affect needed to calm Nacht down. In an old cracked tortoise shell, the prideās oracle had colored powders, bones, and herbs mixed within. A lazy paw expertly rocked the tortoiseshell as she concentrated, then with a sudden thrust she dumped the contents upon the ground.
āA red sun in the sky
Plants wither and die
Hear the cubās mournful cry.ā
Vimto prepared herself for relaying the bad news to her king. He sat at her side, worried for the sake of his prideās future as the oracle once more repeated the words for him. āIt seems we will experience a very harsh drought.ā She murmured. Understanding the weight upon her kingās shoulders, Vimto looked upon him with sympathy as she recalled the many years theyāve shared together.
āThank you,ā
The exasperated king smiled upon her, ready to face the future and prepare his pride.
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