04-29-2015, 11:33 PM
there's no religion that could save me
no matter how long my knees are on the floor
i'll pick up these broken pieces 'til i'm bleeding
if that'll make it right
Well, well, well. What have we here? A peculiar little rabbit upon the corner of the Field, a hippity-hopping upon four white-bark lined paws, stalking his prey with glowing blue eyes. He’s a rather cute little thing, all fuzzy brown, though nearly black. His whiskers twitch and his lil bunny tail waggles, making him the most irresistible wittle bunny wabbit in all of existence.
Really though, he’s a sinister teen with a penchant for being incredibly gay and telling people to go kill themselves. In a helpful manner, of course.
A-hopping through the tall grasses, the adorable little hare spots a beeeautiful stud making his way downtown. I mean, downhill. Of course, the poor bunny can only catch glimpses of his future paramour, as he must jump very high to see over his sea of green. He’s about figured that hopping up to this pretty horsie would be quite the fantastic – and seductive – surprise, when urgency overwhelms him and he suddenly must be drooling all over that hot boy.
Setting his skin on fire for the most miniscule of moments, Nihlus suddenly stands at his full seventeen hands, tall and slim, the same shade of bay-black with white-bark-lined legs are charmingly strange glowing blue eyes. In the next moment, the stallion is off at a gallop, barreling towards the sun-boy, towards love.
Or y’know, flirtation and then rejection.
"My my, they make them pretty these days, don’t they?” He drawls in a sexy alto voice, slowly looking first down, and then aaaaalll the glorious way back up. He is technically recruiting, but gods be damned if he doesn’t first try to flirt it to death. "Tell me, pretty boy, what it is they call you.” He flips his head, tossing his forelock from his eyes dramatically, and quite Justin-Beiberishly. "Anyone can call me Nihlus, but you aren’t just anyone…”
Oh, Nihlus. You never cease to amaze.
Really though, he’s a sinister teen with a penchant for being incredibly gay and telling people to go kill themselves. In a helpful manner, of course.
A-hopping through the tall grasses, the adorable little hare spots a beeeautiful stud making his way downtown. I mean, downhill. Of course, the poor bunny can only catch glimpses of his future paramour, as he must jump very high to see over his sea of green. He’s about figured that hopping up to this pretty horsie would be quite the fantastic – and seductive – surprise, when urgency overwhelms him and he suddenly must be drooling all over that hot boy.
Setting his skin on fire for the most miniscule of moments, Nihlus suddenly stands at his full seventeen hands, tall and slim, the same shade of bay-black with white-bark-lined legs are charmingly strange glowing blue eyes. In the next moment, the stallion is off at a gallop, barreling towards the sun-boy, towards love.
Or y’know, flirtation and then rejection.
"My my, they make them pretty these days, don’t they?” He drawls in a sexy alto voice, slowly looking first down, and then aaaaalll the glorious way back up. He is technically recruiting, but gods be damned if he doesn’t first try to flirt it to death. "Tell me, pretty boy, what it is they call you.” He flips his head, tossing his forelock from his eyes dramatically, and quite Justin-Beiberishly. "Anyone can call me Nihlus, but you aren’t just anyone…”
Oh, Nihlus. You never cease to amaze.
Nihlus
rain manipulating, rabbit shifting son of Sinder & Noori
