Wolf_Goddess
The pen is mightier...
- 1,606
- Posts
- 20
- Years
- Age 33
- In a world where only dreams exist...
- Seen Sep 5, 2010
Angry...no, agitated....yes. This was what she was feeling at the very moment. Her face was cold and cruel, however, only an angel should look like her. That was what they called her when she was a young Jedi, Luke's apprentice, Angelic Tymph. They said her silver-white hair flying in the wind were like her wings spreading out, saying how wonerful of a girl she was and marveling at her innocence. Of course, she was anything but innocent. If people looked how they acted, Tymph would have ugly raven-black hair and her face...average. Neither beautiful or ugly, plain. She would be shorter then her hight now, and her milky white skin would give her a gothic look. Alas, she was in fact an angelic-looking being.
A Sith should not look as I! she snaps to herself, ignighting her lightsaber. She turns back around, facing Shou. "You shall fight me once again, ex-Jedi," she snarls, her eyes narrowed angrilly. She pulled her hood over her head once again, tucking in her ghostly-white hair. "And this time, I shall win."
A Sith should not look as I! she snaps to herself, ignighting her lightsaber. She turns back around, facing Shou. "You shall fight me once again, ex-Jedi," she snarls, her eyes narrowed angrilly. She pulled her hood over her head once again, tucking in her ghostly-white hair. "And this time, I shall win."
Last edited: