Post by Vanity Weasley on Sept 26, 2006 20:09:21 GMT -5
OoC Info::
Name/Alias: Erin
Neopets Username: Don't use it often, but: ixilover207
Age: I'd rather not
Email: cowzarecool11@yahoo.com
Sample Of Writing: Light paws stepped gingerly, and their owner winced as he stepped through a small stream. Like most leopards, getting wet wasn't his favorite experience.
Across the trickle, the feline slipped through the tall grasses, amber eyes alert and wary. He sidestepped a hole, raising an eyebrow at it scornfully. The male steadily increased his pace, soon running full out across the plains. His irises were fixed upon a tree, a leafy haven where he called himself at home.
A paw paused in the air, resting lightly on a rock protruding from teh Earth. His striped tail lashed as he followed a solitary gazelle's movements with his keen eyesight, watching the female prey struggle to find the rest of her herd. Ingenious, he thought, slitting his eyelids. He moved silently, creeping quietly towards the back of female.
Sereno crouched, wagging his hindquarters in preparation of a pounce. His meal was but a few feet away from the hungry feline, and his eyes were lit with the expectancy of food. Muscles tensed, tail stilled, and he exploded, shooting forward with the momentary speed of a cheetah. The leopard shot himself into the air, bringing him down upon the back of his unsuspecting prey. The deer like creature flailed for a moment until his crushing jaws latched into the gazelle's neck, stilling her forever.
"Excellent," he murmured to himself, and gripped the prey tightly in his pearly white teeth. His stalking had brought him closer to the trees, and only a hundred yards were left until her could enjoy his meal in peace.
Thick claws gripped the wood, and strong neck muscles held the meat as Sereno dragged himself onto a high branch, still clutching the gazelle in his mouth. A cradle like limb supported him as he began to eat, and he tore at the meat with unsatiable hunger. 'Twas his first meal in three days, quite enough time for the leopard to get ravenous.
Soon finished with all the best parts, he let the carcass fall, where it collapsed at the bottom of the tree, left for the buzzards to clean. The feline ran his tongue around his bloodied chops, savoring the last taste of a good meal. Smooth sinew rippled beneath his spotted pelt as he rose and propelled himself higher into the tree with a single leap. He swallowed softly, and flopped on an outhanging branch, resting his gigantuan head on his forepaws. He flexed his claws for a last time before lidding his amber eyes and drifting into a light doze.
'Twas a noble sight, a noble leopard sleeping peacefully in his leafy domain. That is, if you could actually see it, for his pattered coat was concealed by the leaves that adorned the tree, camoflaguing him perfectly. Only the corpse at the bottom would notify another creature that a cat perched high in the aroboreal verdance. His tail draped over the wood, disguising itself-in a way-to look like a smaller outpart of the larger limb.
His flat muzzle shifted slightly on his paws, and his nose wrinkled as he dreamed. Six years he had lived in that tree, and he was as comfortable in it as anything could ever be in one's own home. A muscle in his leg spasmed, a twitch as he ran in his fantasy. His rounded ears flicked to ward off the flies that came to bother him in his sleep, ones that gathered around his eyelids. Yes, Sereno was as good as his name, serene at last in his tree.
BiC Info::
Name: Frederica Johnson-Weasley (Freddy)
Age/Year: 7th, 17
Blood: Pureblood
Wand: 13 inches, dragon heartstring, willow
Personality: An interesting girl, she is like her father. She most certainly follows the footsteps of her father and uncle, playing tricks on younger students and staff. She despises her name, and explodes if someone calls her Frederica. She insists upon the name Freddy. She sometimes regrets being a Weasley, but usually she adores her cousins. A true troublemaker, she takes every chance she can get to pull a prank. Fred has taught his daughter well in the ways of tricksterism. When she's not being mischevious, she is sweet, hysterically funny and outgoing.
Appearance: Gratefully not marked by the Weasley flame hair, she instead has her mother's black. She keeps it short, so it only falls to her shoulders. Only slightly wavy, it flips up at the ends. With lightish blue eyes, brought to her by her contacts, she can see now. Her tan skin matches her hair. Her long legs make her tall, but not especially giant. A slender body, with Quidditch toned muscles.
Parents: Fred and Angelina Johnson-Weasley
House: Ravenclaw
Grades: Average to less-than-normal
Name/Alias: Erin
Neopets Username: Don't use it often, but: ixilover207
Age: I'd rather not
Email: cowzarecool11@yahoo.com
Sample Of Writing: Light paws stepped gingerly, and their owner winced as he stepped through a small stream. Like most leopards, getting wet wasn't his favorite experience.
Across the trickle, the feline slipped through the tall grasses, amber eyes alert and wary. He sidestepped a hole, raising an eyebrow at it scornfully. The male steadily increased his pace, soon running full out across the plains. His irises were fixed upon a tree, a leafy haven where he called himself at home.
A paw paused in the air, resting lightly on a rock protruding from teh Earth. His striped tail lashed as he followed a solitary gazelle's movements with his keen eyesight, watching the female prey struggle to find the rest of her herd. Ingenious, he thought, slitting his eyelids. He moved silently, creeping quietly towards the back of female.
Sereno crouched, wagging his hindquarters in preparation of a pounce. His meal was but a few feet away from the hungry feline, and his eyes were lit with the expectancy of food. Muscles tensed, tail stilled, and he exploded, shooting forward with the momentary speed of a cheetah. The leopard shot himself into the air, bringing him down upon the back of his unsuspecting prey. The deer like creature flailed for a moment until his crushing jaws latched into the gazelle's neck, stilling her forever.
"Excellent," he murmured to himself, and gripped the prey tightly in his pearly white teeth. His stalking had brought him closer to the trees, and only a hundred yards were left until her could enjoy his meal in peace.
Thick claws gripped the wood, and strong neck muscles held the meat as Sereno dragged himself onto a high branch, still clutching the gazelle in his mouth. A cradle like limb supported him as he began to eat, and he tore at the meat with unsatiable hunger. 'Twas his first meal in three days, quite enough time for the leopard to get ravenous.
Soon finished with all the best parts, he let the carcass fall, where it collapsed at the bottom of the tree, left for the buzzards to clean. The feline ran his tongue around his bloodied chops, savoring the last taste of a good meal. Smooth sinew rippled beneath his spotted pelt as he rose and propelled himself higher into the tree with a single leap. He swallowed softly, and flopped on an outhanging branch, resting his gigantuan head on his forepaws. He flexed his claws for a last time before lidding his amber eyes and drifting into a light doze.
'Twas a noble sight, a noble leopard sleeping peacefully in his leafy domain. That is, if you could actually see it, for his pattered coat was concealed by the leaves that adorned the tree, camoflaguing him perfectly. Only the corpse at the bottom would notify another creature that a cat perched high in the aroboreal verdance. His tail draped over the wood, disguising itself-in a way-to look like a smaller outpart of the larger limb.
His flat muzzle shifted slightly on his paws, and his nose wrinkled as he dreamed. Six years he had lived in that tree, and he was as comfortable in it as anything could ever be in one's own home. A muscle in his leg spasmed, a twitch as he ran in his fantasy. His rounded ears flicked to ward off the flies that came to bother him in his sleep, ones that gathered around his eyelids. Yes, Sereno was as good as his name, serene at last in his tree.
BiC Info::
Name: Frederica Johnson-Weasley (Freddy)
Age/Year: 7th, 17
Blood: Pureblood
Wand: 13 inches, dragon heartstring, willow
Personality: An interesting girl, she is like her father. She most certainly follows the footsteps of her father and uncle, playing tricks on younger students and staff. She despises her name, and explodes if someone calls her Frederica. She insists upon the name Freddy. She sometimes regrets being a Weasley, but usually she adores her cousins. A true troublemaker, she takes every chance she can get to pull a prank. Fred has taught his daughter well in the ways of tricksterism. When she's not being mischevious, she is sweet, hysterically funny and outgoing.
Appearance: Gratefully not marked by the Weasley flame hair, she instead has her mother's black. She keeps it short, so it only falls to her shoulders. Only slightly wavy, it flips up at the ends. With lightish blue eyes, brought to her by her contacts, she can see now. Her tan skin matches her hair. Her long legs make her tall, but not especially giant. A slender body, with Quidditch toned muscles.
Parents: Fred and Angelina Johnson-Weasley
House: Ravenclaw
Grades: Average to less-than-normal
