Post by Zahrie on Feb 24, 2011 0:59:40 GMT -5
The Blood Elf walks slowly, as if she is carefully deliberating each step. Her high heels snap piercingly across the floor. Long celandine colored hair hangs loose like a coverlet of silk cascading down her back. Her small upturned nose is set perfectly between high, rose tinted cheekbones on her heart shaped face.
Her wrists are decorated with silvered bangles with an intricate design you cannot quite make out. Her dress is handmade from rich cerulean fabric. Creamy lace collars her neck and plunges downward, disappearing between her full, round breasts. Her dress clings tightly to her every curve, revealing her long, shapely legs.
Her bright green eyes begin to reflect her mood, and darken consequently as she feels eyes upon her. She instinctively raises her hand to her cheek, rubbing her palm tenderly over a long, thin scar that forms at the corner of her right brow and stretches down to the beginning of her jawline. Her full, supple lips part, and then close suddenly as if she were awaiting a kiss that never arrives.
Her long slender fingers glide enticingly around the goblet she holds in her hand. She takes an elongated sip of berry wine, which had hours ago began staining her lips a luscious shade of red. Her mannerisms express an air of indifference to the people around her, as she concentrates on the flavor of her wine, or whatever else she may be doing, and returns no one’s stare. The general misgivings about her demeanor are mistaken for how talented she is in her accuracy of misplacing the nervous feeling she tries to hide. While she has the ability to disguise her mood, she has not mastered the ability to speak clearly, for she speaks with a slight stammer, which is more pronounced when she is distraught.
She wears a small dagger strapped to her side. Its sheath practically concealed, matching in color and design of her dress. Though small in stature, at barely 5 feet tall, her presence can fill the room. Again she raises the palm of her hand and absentmindedly traces the scar that seems foreign to an otherwise striking face. A soft hiss emanates from her lips, and she rests her hand on her blade, as if she were daring someone to bring pain to her.
Her wrists are decorated with silvered bangles with an intricate design you cannot quite make out. Her dress is handmade from rich cerulean fabric. Creamy lace collars her neck and plunges downward, disappearing between her full, round breasts. Her dress clings tightly to her every curve, revealing her long, shapely legs.
Her bright green eyes begin to reflect her mood, and darken consequently as she feels eyes upon her. She instinctively raises her hand to her cheek, rubbing her palm tenderly over a long, thin scar that forms at the corner of her right brow and stretches down to the beginning of her jawline. Her full, supple lips part, and then close suddenly as if she were awaiting a kiss that never arrives.
Her long slender fingers glide enticingly around the goblet she holds in her hand. She takes an elongated sip of berry wine, which had hours ago began staining her lips a luscious shade of red. Her mannerisms express an air of indifference to the people around her, as she concentrates on the flavor of her wine, or whatever else she may be doing, and returns no one’s stare. The general misgivings about her demeanor are mistaken for how talented she is in her accuracy of misplacing the nervous feeling she tries to hide. While she has the ability to disguise her mood, she has not mastered the ability to speak clearly, for she speaks with a slight stammer, which is more pronounced when she is distraught.
She wears a small dagger strapped to her side. Its sheath practically concealed, matching in color and design of her dress. Though small in stature, at barely 5 feet tall, her presence can fill the room. Again she raises the palm of her hand and absentmindedly traces the scar that seems foreign to an otherwise striking face. A soft hiss emanates from her lips, and she rests her hand on her blade, as if she were daring someone to bring pain to her.