Post by Lanen on Jun 29, 2006 10:04:55 GMT -5
(No-wah On-jay)
One is known as Noir Ange
The Black Angel of Knowledge
La Femelle Qui Erre, Non Jamais Détectée... Celui Qui Est Inaperçu, Elle Qui Est N'a Jamais Aimé
The Female Who Roams, Never Detected... The One Who Is Unnoticed, She Who Is Never Loved.
One is nigh upon three years
Though she walks with knowledge far beyond her years.
One is that known as Femora
Female, Femme, Fae
One has never known what she is
Though it is highly probable that she is
At least part
Wolf
One is unknown
And knows not
Her breed
Nor Type
One is as black as the night
Fur silken as a fox's pelt
Eyes of ebon slice through the darkness
Iris and Other unseperable
She is like a pup
In appearance, not mind
Maw fades to white
Though it is unnotable in the shadows that she walks in
One is as enigmatic as the Solstice keeps night long
Unable to tell day from night
Life from death
Wisdom form idiocy
One cannot be described in words
Ye will merely have to see for yourself.
{{{One never knew how long it took...
Eyes glanced to the side, slim form halting, head held high.
To reconcile with the fact that She was invisible.
Mother, Father, all turned away. She was an outcast, and knew it. It was time to move on, to leave this wasteland.
But One knows, knows that She can survive...
"Rain," she said softly, ignored by all, only to be proved correct as said liquid fell from the heavens, rent by lightning.
Because One's inate knowledge is more than enough to pull one through...}}}
One is known as Noir Ange
The Black Angel of Knowledge
La Femelle Qui Erre, Non Jamais Détectée... Celui Qui Est Inaperçu, Elle Qui Est N'a Jamais Aimé
The Female Who Roams, Never Detected... The One Who Is Unnoticed, She Who Is Never Loved.
One is nigh upon three years
Though she walks with knowledge far beyond her years.
One is that known as Femora
Female, Femme, Fae
One has never known what she is
Though it is highly probable that she is
At least part
Wolf
One is unknown
And knows not
Her breed
Nor Type
One is as black as the night
Fur silken as a fox's pelt
Eyes of ebon slice through the darkness
Iris and Other unseperable
She is like a pup
In appearance, not mind
Maw fades to white
Though it is unnotable in the shadows that she walks in
One is as enigmatic as the Solstice keeps night long
Unable to tell day from night
Life from death
Wisdom form idiocy
One cannot be described in words
Ye will merely have to see for yourself.
{{{One never knew how long it took...
Eyes glanced to the side, slim form halting, head held high.
To reconcile with the fact that She was invisible.
Mother, Father, all turned away. She was an outcast, and knew it. It was time to move on, to leave this wasteland.
But One knows, knows that She can survive...
"Rain," she said softly, ignored by all, only to be proved correct as said liquid fell from the heavens, rent by lightning.
Because One's inate knowledge is more than enough to pull one through...}}}