08-03-2018, 06:54 PM
[div style="margin: 0 auto; border: 0%;width:50%;text-align:justify; font-family: verdana; font-size: 11px;"]Feeling like an intruder in her own home. It wasn't hard really, to get that sense in the Rosebloods, but it was one she was well familiar with. It didn't take much for her parents to ditch her, snatch away her chances of redemption. But this time it was surely different, she promised that to herself. For now though, she was the odd one out of them all, the strange lot, trying to ... to prove something, worthiness, perhaps. She knew, of course, despite the elite status of the mansion dwellers, they didn't all come with queen complexes, no, she didn't believe them to all be drunk with power.
Still, she bit her tongue. Really, truly, dug her teeth into the the fruit of her mouth, sucking inwards to consume all of her doubt and anxiety about what was in store. You must trust yourself ... who else is there to rely on? Isolde closed her eyes momentarily, the beady blues appearing again and blinking once or twice for readjustment. That's how it was going to be, that's how she was going to achieve the life she deserved. Full faith in herself, without restraints, and showing others her capabilities. And those others ... well, they were the Rosebloods. She hadn't gotten to know any of them very much, her joining of the group had been lackluster, unfortunately. If you really want to make your mark, well, then, make it. And with what she provided with herself, she went ahead. The ginger tabby was flanking a corridor with a willowy stride, chin tilted upwards in almost a flaunting fashion, as if she had something to show off.
And she did, deliberately done to attract the attention of the other members. But her deliberation wasn't desperate, a subtle change in her appearance was enough for her to attract some glances and thoughts. A Ribbons of prussian blue had been laced around her neck, seized soundly around her, accessorized with a bead of sapphire encased in a bed of gold to match the choker. The ribbon was bound and tied tightly, but was neatly bowed at the back, peeking out in gentle loops towards the back of her ears. It was a feminine look, daring against the contrast of her heavy brow and supple smile. But she remained bold, like she told herself, movements now defined by the new fashion, elongating her neck and how it turned swiftly to look about the foyer. She kept herself modest in demeanor, as modest as a place as outrageously luxurious as the Rosebloods, but was tapping her claws against the reflective tile with a certain purpose, ready to face the rest of the population genuinely, for the first time.
ooc | rip i have no clue where,,, where this post came from but
Still, she bit her tongue. Really, truly, dug her teeth into the the fruit of her mouth, sucking inwards to consume all of her doubt and anxiety about what was in store. You must trust yourself ... who else is there to rely on? Isolde closed her eyes momentarily, the beady blues appearing again and blinking once or twice for readjustment. That's how it was going to be, that's how she was going to achieve the life she deserved. Full faith in herself, without restraints, and showing others her capabilities. And those others ... well, they were the Rosebloods. She hadn't gotten to know any of them very much, her joining of the group had been lackluster, unfortunately. If you really want to make your mark, well, then, make it. And with what she provided with herself, she went ahead. The ginger tabby was flanking a corridor with a willowy stride, chin tilted upwards in almost a flaunting fashion, as if she had something to show off.
And she did, deliberately done to attract the attention of the other members. But her deliberation wasn't desperate, a subtle change in her appearance was enough for her to attract some glances and thoughts. A Ribbons of prussian blue had been laced around her neck, seized soundly around her, accessorized with a bead of sapphire encased in a bed of gold to match the choker. The ribbon was bound and tied tightly, but was neatly bowed at the back, peeking out in gentle loops towards the back of her ears. It was a feminine look, daring against the contrast of her heavy brow and supple smile. But she remained bold, like she told herself, movements now defined by the new fashion, elongating her neck and how it turned swiftly to look about the foyer. She kept herself modest in demeanor, as modest as a place as outrageously luxurious as the Rosebloods, but was tapping her claws against the reflective tile with a certain purpose, ready to face the rest of the population genuinely, for the first time.
ooc | rip i have no clue where,,, where this post came from but
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dragging along, follow in your form
[size=8pt]hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn
dragging along, follow in your form
[size=8pt]hung like the pelt of some prey you had worn