kiamara #300 tryout;; no posting

[houndpine]

In the spring we made a boat
Out of feathers, out of bones.
We set fire to our homes,
Walking barefoot in the snow.

Distant rhythm of the drum
As we drifted towards the storm.
Baby lion lost his teeth,
Now they're swimming in the sea.

Troubled spirits on my chest
Where they laid to rest.
The birds all left my tall friend
As your body hit the sand.
Million stars up in the sky
Formed a tigers eye
That looked down on my face,
Out of time and out of place.

So hold on,
Hold on to what we are,
Hold on to your heart.

Awaken by the sound
Of a screaming owl.
Chasing leaves in the wind,
Going where we've never been.

Said goodbye to you my friend,
As the fire spread.
All that's left are your bones
That will soon sink like stones

So hold on,
Hold on to what we are,
Hold on to your heart.

So hold on,
Hold on to your heart.

"Your Bones"
by Of Monsters and Men

[houndpine]

username;;

evergreen.

name;;

january

gender;;

female


personaility;;

proud;;reserved;;cunning;;ruthless;;quiet;;brave;;thoughtful;;
wip

[houndpine]

eye color;;

one blue, one brown

hair style, length;;

her hair hangs just below her chin. it has nothing hugely fancy, unlike some entries.



feather placement and color;;

she has a necklace with two long feathers on the end; one is light greenish blue, and the other is crimson. then she has two small fluffy feathers of the same colors tired to her lower left back leg and three (two red, one blue) tied to her tail just before the tuft.




other accessories;;

she has gold bands on her horns and front legs and three gold earrings in her ears. she has three gold bands on her left horn, two on her right. she has three gold bands on her right front leg and two on her left front leg. there are two earrings in her right ear and one in her left.
During battles, she wears war paint.




horns;;

her horns are a little higher than the top of her hair. they curve back, twist a little, and are darkly colored.

[houndpine]

by me
background credit


by me

[houndpine]

death is not silent
death does not stalk its prey
death is brutal and violent
and only the ones who haven't seen it say
that death is silent.

i have seen death
it is snapping jaws
with sharp white teeth
it is glinting claws
that slash and tear
it is lashing paws
that knock the breath from you
death has no laws
death is chaos
death is war.

i've been called many things.
murderer.
killer.
monster.
warrior.
soldier.
i prefer none of these.
what i do is not noble, nor is it evil.
i am a mercenary.
i do what i have to do to survive.

i am good at what i do.
the best, some would say.
the only thing i am bad at
is not making friends.
you only lose them in the end.
i know this.
but i still can't stop myself.
i am drawn to the warmth of a friendship.
that's why, when i lose a friend,
i decorate myself with gold.
gold is cold and hard and unfeeling.
just like i should be.

i mark every battle i fight
with a red feather.
red is the color of blood.
of war.
of death.
every battle i win i mark
with a blue feather.
blue is the color of the sky.
of my friend's eyes.
the color of the soul i used to have
now filthy from the killing i do.