Post by Haze Firepaw on Dec 28, 2005 18:49:06 GMT 1
((Right, I don't mean to sound picky, but this role play is rather limited. o-o Sorry, but you have to have a character who is part of the Demon rebellion thingy. Sorry. If you really want to join, ask me.))
A hidden temple stood on the far side of Angel Island. Created eras ago, when this original structure was burnt down the echidnas left the area for good, getting it into their skulls it was cursed. Silly really. It only took a little bit of demonic magic to rebuild the thing.
Either way, this elegant, almost majestic underground temple was the latest choice of Head Quarters for those the Demons' of Hell rejected. Yes, at the core of the island, a small group lived in what was now called their home for the time being. Some of which taking it in their stride better than others.
Leaning upon a stone window-sill, a flame orange furred fox gazed aimlessly, golden eyes refusing to lock on anything. Crimson locks of hair running down to her waist, Trixie Firepaw was what most would class as a pretty creature.
Her attire consisted of a dark blue shirt, gloves and shoes, along with a red skirt reaching her knees, her tail overlapping the fireproof fabric at it's base. Her clothing however didn't make a difference to her character.
Having had a rather dramatic burst of anger previously that day, Trixie had opted to sit alone in her room for the past few hours, telling herself she would only leave when the rest of the groups members arrived for a meeting which was due within the hour.
A hidden temple stood on the far side of Angel Island. Created eras ago, when this original structure was burnt down the echidnas left the area for good, getting it into their skulls it was cursed. Silly really. It only took a little bit of demonic magic to rebuild the thing.
Either way, this elegant, almost majestic underground temple was the latest choice of Head Quarters for those the Demons' of Hell rejected. Yes, at the core of the island, a small group lived in what was now called their home for the time being. Some of which taking it in their stride better than others.
Leaning upon a stone window-sill, a flame orange furred fox gazed aimlessly, golden eyes refusing to lock on anything. Crimson locks of hair running down to her waist, Trixie Firepaw was what most would class as a pretty creature.
Her attire consisted of a dark blue shirt, gloves and shoes, along with a red skirt reaching her knees, her tail overlapping the fireproof fabric at it's base. Her clothing however didn't make a difference to her character.
Having had a rather dramatic burst of anger previously that day, Trixie had opted to sit alone in her room for the past few hours, telling herself she would only leave when the rest of the groups members arrived for a meeting which was due within the hour.