Post by Orlena on Jul 2, 2009 0:52:26 GMT -5
Name: Tomas Desideria 'Eagle of Sun’ Narsima
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Stable boy
Other Position wanted: Apprentice of some trade instead of a liability to the state in an orphanage
Description: Another child passed along the hands of priests and nuns; a young boy with unusual coloring to mark him distinctly between European and Redman’s blood. Orbs of hazel, clouded by unkempt strands of gold, contrasted to the bronze fur marked by tan patterns beneath the circle of his eyes and etching past lower muzzle. As a tumbleweed amidst wild young bucks at play, the quiet youth would go, heeding the elders who knew nothing of his fate.
Example of RP: The children whined to the elderly woman veiled by the purity of the Lord, gathering about her as weeds choking a flower. The boy merely glanced at them past the chestnut-colored flank of the adolescent horse, disregarding them as easily as his companion did to the flies buzzing about his tail. The brush ran alongside the twitching hide of the horse, guided by tentative digits of the coyote. The approach of another sister hindered nothing to the tack and keep of the beast, rather the boy continued in grooming his friend, awaiting the word of his next destination that would fail to accommodate the bastard-mixed child’s blood. She spoke of a town and a doctor who held agreement to house and find him a home. Her voice lacked the enthusiasm that it once held about nine other conversations ago, monotone now with a sigh coat-tailing her final words. Her departure was as noticed as her arrival, hours away as he tied up the horses and said his silent ‘fair nights’ to each. It was the last pen, housing the oldest of them all that drew emotion from the statuesque youth. The proud palomino stallion crooned his head around the boy, enveloping the child’s body in the comfort of his wheezing breaths and his slowing pulse. The boy’s body shook with heaving sobs, his cries silent against the still glistening coat of the old horse. Any sound to escape was drowned by the soft neighs of the other tenants.
Age: 8
Gender: Male
Job Wanted: Stable boy
Other Position wanted: Apprentice of some trade instead of a liability to the state in an orphanage
Description: Another child passed along the hands of priests and nuns; a young boy with unusual coloring to mark him distinctly between European and Redman’s blood. Orbs of hazel, clouded by unkempt strands of gold, contrasted to the bronze fur marked by tan patterns beneath the circle of his eyes and etching past lower muzzle. As a tumbleweed amidst wild young bucks at play, the quiet youth would go, heeding the elders who knew nothing of his fate.
Example of RP: The children whined to the elderly woman veiled by the purity of the Lord, gathering about her as weeds choking a flower. The boy merely glanced at them past the chestnut-colored flank of the adolescent horse, disregarding them as easily as his companion did to the flies buzzing about his tail. The brush ran alongside the twitching hide of the horse, guided by tentative digits of the coyote. The approach of another sister hindered nothing to the tack and keep of the beast, rather the boy continued in grooming his friend, awaiting the word of his next destination that would fail to accommodate the bastard-mixed child’s blood. She spoke of a town and a doctor who held agreement to house and find him a home. Her voice lacked the enthusiasm that it once held about nine other conversations ago, monotone now with a sigh coat-tailing her final words. Her departure was as noticed as her arrival, hours away as he tied up the horses and said his silent ‘fair nights’ to each. It was the last pen, housing the oldest of them all that drew emotion from the statuesque youth. The proud palomino stallion crooned his head around the boy, enveloping the child’s body in the comfort of his wheezing breaths and his slowing pulse. The boy’s body shook with heaving sobs, his cries silent against the still glistening coat of the old horse. Any sound to escape was drowned by the soft neighs of the other tenants.
Feed Me!
