Monosyllabic Description Challenge!

[slvrmoontiger]

the wan, sloe-eyed youth

Small dark eyes, like dead fruit black with rot, squint from her thin face. Her skin is pale, not fair, but sick in hue. Lank limbs, with sharp edges and all the grace that lacks in the young, jut from her frame. Black hair full of grease and snarl falls down her back. Its fierce mass hides much: no ears are seen, and most times, just one of those dead eyes peers forth.

Good, but edges has two syllables.

[Kalai]

the wan, sloe-eyed youth

Small dark eyes, like dead fruit black with rot, squint from her thin face. Her skin is pale, not fair, but sick in hue. Lank limbs, with sharp edges and all the grace that lacks in the young, jut from her frame. Black hair full of grease and snarl falls down her back. Its fierce mass hides much: no ears are seen, and most times, just one of those dead eyes peers forth.

Good, but edges has two syllables.

Thanks.

the wan, sloe-eyed youth

Small dark eyes, like dead fruit black with rot, squint from her thin face. Her skin is pale, not fair, but sick in hue. Lank limbs, that show sharp bones and all the grace that lacks in the young, jut from her frame. Black hair full of grease and snarl falls down her back. Its fierce mass hides much: no ears are seen, and most times, just one of those dead eyes peers forth.

[LauraMars]

I rhymed mine.  Because I'm clever.

the thin, sly-eyed elf

Green eyes owned by a sly race slant in this elf girl's thin brown face.
Sparse of strength and sparse of tone, her form is bare and weak of bone.
Her ears are long, feet made to kick, her hands seem strong and sharp and quick.
Her head is round and has no hair, she has shaved it bald and bare.
Tall and round, on her chest, are her small high proud perked breasts.
You are not sure if it is true, but she looks like she wants to steal from you.

[RogueGunslinger]

I rhymed mine.  Because I'm clever.

the thin, sly-eyed elf

Green eyes owned by a sly race slant in this elf girl's thin brown face.
Sparse of strength and sparse of tone, her form is bare and weak of bone.
Her ears are long, feet made to kick, her hands seem strong and sharp and quick.
Her head is round and has no hair, she has shaved it bald and bare.
Tall and round, on her chest, are her small high proud perked breasts.
You are not sure if it is true, but she looks like she wants to steal from you.

Oh my...

* RogueGunslinger swoons at LauraMars' writing.

[Kalai]

Neat ... Well now I have to answer that challenge too.  

the drab, plump dwarf

Curves roll on this broad dwarf's form, bound by hide that's dull and warm.
The scars of work have left their mark in drab brown skin now firm as bark.
Her eyes gray beads, they don't stand out - but she bears a vast and twice broke snout.
Broad in build and thick of thew, age lines rife, and teeth are few.
With weight of use her full shape sags, and weight of time lends eyes dark bags.

[LauraMars]

That was awesome!!

[FreeRangeVestric]

*develops a serious case of writing envy*

[spicemustflow]

*develops a serious case of writing envy*

[Zoan]

The dwarf dwarf.

Dwarf dwarf dwarf.

Name: Iroleth

[Norcal]

Neat ... Well now I have to answer that challenge too.  

the drab, plump dwarf

Curves roll on this broad dwarf's form, bound by hide that's dull and warm.
The scars of work have left their mark in drab brown skin now firm as bark.
Her eyes gray beads, they don't stand out - but she bears a vast and twice broke snout.
Broad in build and thick of thew, age lines rife, and teeth are few.
With weight of use her full shape sags, and weight of time lends eyes dark bags.

Bravo!  *claps*  Bravo!

[Zoan]

Oh nicely done, good madam.

[Fathi]

the elf with bright red hair

Waves of hair in long, bright red crown the cap of this elf's head
like licks of flame right off a wick. The mass of it is dense and thick
and hides his pair of thin green eyes, set in a slim and long tan guise.
His skin is home to ink and scar; his legs look like they could run far.
Krath and wind have had their way, and beasts have tried to make him prey
as claw and tooth have cut and bit. He looks tough, old, and beat to shit.
Scant, he stands at five cords tall. For an elf he is quite small.
But in the sands he's quite at home. Run or else he'll scalp your dome.

[Kalai]

Nice!

[Case]

S desc:
the dwarf fight

Key words:
the dwarf fight rough ring spar

M desc:
This dwarf the looks tall for its race,
With str first it will crush ur face.
Dump stat on wis cause he is not a rouge
or blue or green like a mage in vogue
The the will fuck you up in a spar

Race:
dwarf

Guild:
viv

Sub:
thug

back ground:
grow up in nak. mom is dead dad is dead from sand. want to be a great fight all my life

[whitt]

the wan, sloe-eyed youth

Small dark eyes, like dead fruit black with rot, squint from her thin face. Her skin is pale, not fair, but sick in hue. Lank limbs, with sharp edges and all the grace that lacks in the young, jut from her frame. Black hair full of grease and snarl falls down her back. Its fierce mass hides much: no ears are seen, and most times, just one of those dead eyes peers forth.

First... awesome.

Second.... Violet from the Incredibles?

[ShaLeah]

Some of these make me sad in my feelings place.

[whitt]

Some of these make me sad in my feelings place.

Here ya go...

The tall, spry booth babe

This babe is hawt! Long, blonde hair flows down her back like a stream of gold.  Her face is like the sun with a slim nose and eyes that shine like stars.  Her lips are thin, but set in a warm smile.  You can not help but stare as long legs stretch from tall high heels up to a firm ass.   From wide hips, her waist slims to draw the eye up her taut abs to what can only be fake bewbs, so big and round.   You feel your mind go numb and drool as you gawk.  

Why did this thread not start before April 1st?

ETA:
The big, tough bald dude

This dude has huge arms that hang down from a thick neck to tight fists.  His bald pate is a mask of ink and scars.  Two eyes stare out like hot coals from each side of a flat nose.  His mouth snarls and sneers at all times.  Pecs like big slabs of meat perch atop a fat gut.  Thick legs lead down to heavy, wide feet.

[LauraMars]

you are all so talented... I have to up my game!

The pale, ginger female begins casting 'monosyllabic Shakespearean sonnet form'
The earth trembles in response.

In front of you thou mayst see by and by
If straight you find your legs when stand you can
A form and shape to please and meet your eye
You see he is a strong, tall, well toned man
His locks of hair, like blood, so long and red
In braids of war, they flow to hang mid back
You know his foes do naught but wind up dead
For might at arms it's clear he has no lack
In spite of this, his face, it shines with truth
A proud nose, lips, and limbs tanned by the sun
His face is young, but he is not a youth
This is a man you will not, can not shun
You do not stand on your two feet but bend
The knee to eyes that see you as a friend


(We'll have to change his sdesc to:
the tall, blood-haired, wise-eyed man)

[Cale_Knight]

He looms, broods, eyes set in a face so crude.
This big, tough dude with a pate so smooth.
Limbs like wow, they bulge when he moves,
Skin like stone, so tough, knife-proof.

Straight back, eyes black, balled fists,
Lips like 'toks, a snarl and a twitch,
Feet like a mek, ready to step, pound,
Grind you to the ground, kick you when you're down.

Oh krath, son, this dude is so tough.
So big. So bald. So bald. You'd better back up, crawl
Far off from him, hands and knees, beg please,
It's a rare thing to catch a glance, by plan or by chance,

Of the big, tough bald dude.

[Kalai]

The skies she scans with bright eyes keen and proud
While feet tread light on sands dyed red as war
Her spine ne'er bent nor in a long life bowed
A length of limb and leg to on sands soar
Scant flesh on bone clings loose and flush with marks
Scar on scar cracks skin that's light as dust
Lined with laugh her old form with life sparks
Nails and eyes hold dirt and salt in crust
Her hair in wisps of white about her drifts
Thin, free, kin to elf it frames
In storm winds swirls, a calm breeze lifts
Smoke to eyes with warmth and light of flame.

The one who looks might swear that Suk-Krath blaze
in this old sun-eyed, scarred elf's fierce bright gaze.

[greasygemo]

Okay you guys. I'm putting you all outdoors to get some sunlight and fresh air now. Someone has to do this, it's for your own good.

[Kalai]

There is no such thing as sunlight and fresh air where I dwell. It's all clouds and humidity + mosquitoes once it warms up. Breathing mosquitoes is pretty awkward.

[greasygemo]

There is no such thing as sunlight and fresh air where I dwell. It's all clouds and humidity + mosquitoes once it warms up. Breathing mosquitoes is pretty awkward.

I would have probably used disgusting instead of awkward... but they make nets for your hat for just this purpose! No excuses!

[Kalai]

There is no such thing as sunlight and fresh air where I dwell. It's all clouds and humidity + mosquitoes once it warms up. Breathing mosquitoes is pretty awkward.

I would have probably used disgusting instead of awkward... but they make nets for your hat for just this purpose! No excuses!

It's, uh ... also night.

[MeTekillot]

The bleach-blonde, twink man