Post by charli2008 on Jul 1, 2007 7:14:43 GMT -6
They call me Chanta
I am blessed the blood of a lioness
I have seen four years
I have been drawn with a light coat. My legs seem darker than the rest of my body. Slender body ends in a long spiraling tail. My narrow peaceful eyes never dim. My muzzle remains unscarred with battle marks. Wet black nose and small claws complete my picture.
I am peaceful. I strain to make peace all around me. Some see me as a 'goddess'. I do not object to that. I am rarely stirred by anger. However, sadness brings out my inner self. Unless you dare to delve into my past, you shall never know why sadness triggers me. But let's get away from that... As I said before I am peaceful and mainly happy. I keep secrets to the grave.
Things key to my surival none, except that my name means 'peace'.
This is how you may see me:
The orginal name was 'Chanty' but I changed it slightly so it sounded feminine.
I am blessed the blood of a lioness
I have seen four years
I have been drawn with a light coat. My legs seem darker than the rest of my body. Slender body ends in a long spiraling tail. My narrow peaceful eyes never dim. My muzzle remains unscarred with battle marks. Wet black nose and small claws complete my picture.
I am peaceful. I strain to make peace all around me. Some see me as a 'goddess'. I do not object to that. I am rarely stirred by anger. However, sadness brings out my inner self. Unless you dare to delve into my past, you shall never know why sadness triggers me. But let's get away from that... As I said before I am peaceful and mainly happy. I keep secrets to the grave.
Things key to my surival none, except that my name means 'peace'.
This is how you may see me:
The orginal name was 'Chanty' but I changed it slightly so it sounded feminine.
