Post by Sessha on Jun 25, 2005 13:16:41 GMT -5
An active one, of course. I think I'm intermediate-semi advanced, but hey, I'll let you decide. 
Here's a post I have that was pre-written for my character Khern.
The city was still.
For once, hardly any cars flashed by, their music blaring, their drivers angry, tearing down the wide streets with not a care. The rain was heavy, falling with a monotonous splat each time it made contact with something, be it the buildings, the cracked cement, or a rare person’s umbrella. Grey were the clouds that loomed ominously overhead, only lit by the flash of a lightning bolt. Loud were the sounds that came from
the hard, rolling thunder that could be heard for miles.
People were sheltered, and most animals were. In fact, all seemed to be. No rats scurried their way along the darkened alleys; no cats to chase them. No dogs scoured the trash cans for what small amounts of food they could get.
Save for one large animal who padded his way down the curb, his fur soaked and ratty with the rain.
He was not pure shepherd. Nor was he all husky, but rather a mottled version of both breeds. Huge, from his shepherd father no doubt, but streamlined as the sled dog his mother before him was. His fur, thick due to both breeds, was a mixture of various tans and off-whites. A ‘saddle’ on his back an ebon, flecked with random white and gray hairs. The brute’s tail plumed over his back, again his husky dame’s doing, but was not nearly as fluffy as a pedigreed sled dog. Each eye was a varied color, but that wasn’t even the
strangest thing. While one orb was an amber brown, the other was both an icy blue as well as the same amber from before. Each color consumed half of his eye, splitting it into two different shades.
His paw steps were easy, and almost silent. If not for the unkempt claws that clicked on the sidewalk, he would have been silent.
Here's a post I have that was pre-written for my character Khern.The city was still.
For once, hardly any cars flashed by, their music blaring, their drivers angry, tearing down the wide streets with not a care. The rain was heavy, falling with a monotonous splat each time it made contact with something, be it the buildings, the cracked cement, or a rare person’s umbrella. Grey were the clouds that loomed ominously overhead, only lit by the flash of a lightning bolt. Loud were the sounds that came from
the hard, rolling thunder that could be heard for miles.
People were sheltered, and most animals were. In fact, all seemed to be. No rats scurried their way along the darkened alleys; no cats to chase them. No dogs scoured the trash cans for what small amounts of food they could get.
Save for one large animal who padded his way down the curb, his fur soaked and ratty with the rain.
He was not pure shepherd. Nor was he all husky, but rather a mottled version of both breeds. Huge, from his shepherd father no doubt, but streamlined as the sled dog his mother before him was. His fur, thick due to both breeds, was a mixture of various tans and off-whites. A ‘saddle’ on his back an ebon, flecked with random white and gray hairs. The brute’s tail plumed over his back, again his husky dame’s doing, but was not nearly as fluffy as a pedigreed sled dog. Each eye was a varied color, but that wasn’t even the
strangest thing. While one orb was an amber brown, the other was both an icy blue as well as the same amber from before. Each color consumed half of his eye, splitting it into two different shades.
His paw steps were easy, and almost silent. If not for the unkempt claws that clicked on the sidewalk, he would have been silent.