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Post by Amazon on Aug 8, 2009 22:52:32 GMT -5
. . . .SOS she's in disguise. . . .
__F E L I C I T Y__
. .There's a she wolf in disguise. .
PICTURE me pretty ::
In my banner.
say my NAME ::
Felicity, went by another calling long ago though changed it under personal circumstances.
REPRODUCTION you say? ::
Fea
my BLOOD ::
Some would say mutt, some would say the future of selective breeding.
been AROUND THE BLOCK ::
4
i'm not DULL ::
Ebony
stand TALL ::
15hh
see right THROUGH me ::
A shocking, vibrantly light blue that's almost white during the night, though shifts to a deep, ocean blue in the day's light.
like my 'DO? ::
A glossy black, shines like oil under the sun. Her locks are slightly curled from the Bakshir Curly in her lineage.
i'm EXOTIC ::
High white stockings that lead to a white underbelly, and a white 'mask' on her skull. (Also referred to as an apron face or bald in the horse world.)
goin' to CLASS ::
Dark
they say I'M ::
She's coy, she's a bitch, she's Felicity. With looks as good as hers, wouldn't it be criminal not to know it? She may be too conceded for her own good, priding herself on her rap. After all, when you know your simply on a high demand, everyone else beleives it too. Sure, she could be knocked down a peg, but why try when the difinition of a sexy bitch is in your presence? A diva, a model, the baddest thing around. Or maybe that's just her mindset, either way she loves to flaunt her godly gift. But her front only soaks so deep, when stripped from her cranium she's hardly the same fea. A little filly lost in something much bigger than herself, though to strike her dumbfound you'll have to find the kink in her armor.
let's not relive the PAST ::
Foaled under the fireworks of the new year, the newborn was a pleasurable sight, that is, until they saw the absence of masculentity. She was meant to be a he, a let down to the french country after the much anticipated equine failed to meet all standards. Her life was doomed to the style of a degrading broodmare, until she was shipped over seas, but not without a pretty penny. Felicity hit the ground running with her training, doing exeptionally well in every task presented to her. With a bright future ahead of her, her working career was abruptly stopped when the portion of her stables caught fire. Helplessly she fled into wild grounds, where the lost, trembling filly was seduced by a darq knight. Though something simply didn't feel right, thus making her leave with his cooing words. She never knew quite what that meant, until years later he caught up with the minx and her newfound lover. With no avail in her attempts, she was left in the looming moonlight, forced to watch helplessly as the life withdrew from the sights she knew so well.
what SETS ME APART ::
Being imported from France, she obviously has a french accent, unable to go unnoticed in any conversation.
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