Now this is something I do quite well. Some might say it's very long for an opener or it's a bit short, but I say an opener's an opener. It doesn't matter as long the perons or people you're rping or writting to/ with can respond to it.(Laughs) And as for an opener I got one that I did today with my friend Kyeira! Here it is:
Opening the door two his newly alleged home, Zarhan takes whiff of the place. It smelled just like a place he could call 'home'. And that there wasn't very many places he called home. But this place would definitely do! Stepping uto the marble glass floor, he could see the shine of sn slowly seeping into the middle floor of his new mansion. And his pale white skin glowed with a slight gold tint because of that, and his short spiked black hair seem to gleem in the dully lit place. But with great ancieness he walked up the towering stairs the twirled and curled into a spn up to the second, thrid and perhaps even a fourth floor. He started his journy up to see the view of the house and its surounding. Perhaps even get fimilar with the place. Walking up to the first of the three floors at the top he paused to see that rooms with numbers lay dorment in numerical order starting from one to fifty. They were spimply decorated just enough to fit a common persons eyes, and a tiney lounge lay decorted with simple satin red draps, lack carpet, red rugs swirlled about the place, black leather couches connected and attached them selfves to wals and other couches, while leaving space to let you know where they began and started. "A fine decorator this must've had at piont," Zarhan said with content. Then head up wards to the secon of the tree flors, and saw a huge empty loung which was decorated as if fit for small little parties, and intertainment. He smile in delight at this and thought that the former owners must've like company or parties. And head to last and the final of the three leves. This floor took his breath away. It was decored from head to toe with fine arts, from all over the place, and marvilous view of the water side on one end, and the towns and cities, on the other end. Tall glass widow popped out so one could get the feeling of floating above the water or cities if they'd look down. and the smell of fresh garnias, lillies, and other exoctic flowers fill the room. "Now this place must've served as a 'sancturary' for people who wanted to get a way from life," Zarhan said with delight as he spotted the hugest Grand Piano he had ever seen in his life. "Now this is what I call home!" He said thrilled, and marveled so much that he couldn't help but smile.
Opening the door two his newly alleged home, Zarhan takes whiff of the place. It smelled just like a place he could call 'home'. And that there wasn't very many places he called home. But this place would definitely do! Stepping uto the marble glass floor, he could see the shine of sn slowly seeping into the middle floor of his new mansion. And his pale white skin glowed with a slight gold tint because of that, and his short spiked black hair seem to gleem in the dully lit place. But with great ancieness he walked up the towering stairs the twirled and curled into a spn up to the second, thrid and perhaps even a fourth floor. He started his journy up to see the view of the house and its surounding. Perhaps even get fimilar with the place. Walking up to the first of the three floors at the top he paused to see that rooms with numbers lay dorment in numerical order starting from one to fifty. They were spimply decorated just enough to fit a common persons eyes, and a tiney lounge lay decorted with simple satin red draps, lack carpet, red rugs swirlled about the place, black leather couches connected and attached them selfves to wals and other couches, while leaving space to let you know where they began and started. "A fine decorator this must've had at piont," Zarhan said with content. Then head up wards to the secon of the tree flors, and saw a huge empty loung which was decorated as if fit for small little parties, and intertainment. He smile in delight at this and thought that the former owners must've like company or parties. And head to last and the final of the three leves. This floor took his breath away. It was decored from head to toe with fine arts, from all over the place, and marvilous view of the water side on one end, and the towns and cities, on the other end. Tall glass widow popped out so one could get the feeling of floating above the water or cities if they'd look down. and the smell of fresh garnias, lillies, and other exoctic flowers fill the room. "Now this place must've served as a 'sancturary' for people who wanted to get a way from life," Zarhan said with delight as he spotted the hugest Grand Piano he had ever seen in his life. "Now this is what I call home!" He said thrilled, and marveled so much that he couldn't help but smile.
Sincerly,
Sabain
Sabain
