.:l Hush now, my baby l:.

[.:l Hush l:.]

Your cracked lips croak,

Hush

My rotations chalk up to

five

You see me as a

femme

My pelt reads a story called

Ebonite

My occuli are deemed

Amber

You can distinguish me from

A tricky pattern on her left flank

I am gazed up as

15 hands

My bloodlines are of the proud

Anadulsian

My path?

Dark

You just WISH I had a picture to show you…

[*~Awaiting Death~*]

Accepted!