Seven Deadly Sins « Result #1 on Aug 2, 2006, 3:22pm »
The cloak of night draped itself over the alpine form progressing through the hills, tall grasses brushing ‘er pillars. Coal viperess sauntered through the fading twilight. Raven tresses whispering about ‘er arc, spurs of ebon pace silently through the unyielding terrain. Chasms ‘o cerulean flickering around the surroundings, watching for the mark of life. There were none upon this mountainous land - th' land sh’ so chose to wander, its sloping sides profoundly feared by the equine that passed through. 'er cranium lifted high 'pon 'er elegantly arched boa, nares dilating as to catch th' scent 'o any unwelcome intruder 'pon th’ loam. Th' surroundings were silent, th' only scent in th' air was th' stench 'o rotting matter. No other encroached 'pon 'er space. Pistons o’ brawn ceased their progression, keen gaze observing the firma. Deep from within the demoness rang a strident bellow, a warning to all who might even consider disturbing ‘er peace. Call lingered on frigid air for what seemed like an eternity, no echo in response given. The hellion began to pace the hills and flats, stepping nimbly o’er th’ rocks and various other obstacles as sh’ awaited any possible response. Azure globes retreated from staring into the night and the harlot lowered and extended ‘er zenith hellwards. Raising it the charcoal one reverted to ‘er previous vigil before stepping forth in’t th’ darkness, seeking a place ‘o peace deeper within this terrain.
Pillars carried ‘er forth in’t a silent glebe, soundless th’ area was, as still and quiet as death. The air ‘o th’ silent glebe was suddenly broken by th’ whistling tune of a cricket, or the buzz of an insect traveling near her ears. Vastly decorated with lush grass, each blade moon washed by the full globe illuminating the eerie nights features. And as if no such moon existed, a shadow plagued her form. A foreleg was outstretched, her pelt clinging as if there were no release to each rippling muscle bulging forth from ‘neath ‘er pelt, separated by scars where no charcoal fur grew. The transfixing silence of the night was broken by the unmistakable thud of a hoof, the grass quivering and folding under the massive weight; massive at least, for such an elegant and petite frame. And as if on que to this sound the clouds consumed the globe in the sky, devouring what light it provided. A cricket sang, but stopped as yet another flint pounded against the soft soil. The meadow was protected by a tin trunked forest, misty and transfixing to untrained eyes. A mucked pond lay home to three fish and a fat frog, who was silently watching this danger from the shelter of horsetail weeds. With each breeze the leaves and grass quivered; the night seemed shook by this beast's occupation in what could have been a peaceful glebe
Wondering and thinking were like sleeping - she wanted to stay awake so badly sometimes when she was younger, to explore the night, but her body did not have the same idea. It preferred to cease much of its movement and ship her mind off to dreamland to be chased my cougar and to side with wolves and wake up seconds before she wiped out every light on the planet. It was that same with her mind - she wished she could shut don't that part of her that had questions; wished she could live simply by instinct - eat, sleep, do as told. . . or not. Why wouldn't someone else take over thinking and do all the telling? It would be nice to go even a single day without the endless struggle to remember why sh’ was here, to remind ‘erself sh’ had a purpose. Sometimes sh’ wanted so badly to end it all – to slip from the seemingly endless life ‘o following and obeying where sh’ saw fit – th’ life ‘o a mare. th' bright, yet emotionless pits that were 'er ooids snapped open once more as sh’ stared moodily at th’ earth, striking out at it wrathfully with a single dagger from 'er position on th' earth, and all the time thinking to ‘erself, fighting an ongoing battle within. Sh’ couldn’t help wondering if th' gods had a plan in store for ‘er – something that would stimulate ‘er twisted mind, or if sh’ was simply a piece ‘o property waiting to be claimed, as sh’ had been with so many others – only there to be used and then tossed aside like a broken toy. Sh’ had followed ‘er sharp equine instincts here from far away lands, though sh’ couldn’t help but find ‘erself wondering. Asphyxia stood up, 'er pillars unfolding. Sh' moved forwards before finally stopping. Nothin' to do now. Sh' would not call out like a pathtic light desperate for a home, no sh' could wait.
My Tombstone Reads The Name Asphyxia My Molding Is That Of A Femme My Blood Holds That Of Arabian Lineage My Survival Insticts Kept Me Here For Three Years My Blood Stained Me Ebony With No Marking To Prove It My Frame Stands At No Lower Or Higher Then 15.3HH My Father Taught Me To Follow The Dark Alliance If I Told You My Past I Would Have No Secret
Joined: Feb 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 15 Karma: -1
Re: Just lookin around « Result #3 on Feb 20, 2006, 6:37pm »
Snorting he bent down and savored a few stems, lobes flicked forward as the mare spoke. I am Sef, king of Matador he spoke darkly, tossing his forelock. Cords swung around his haunches scattering the vampire insects, how he loathed them. From what he understood she might be the only light here so far. So at the moment she could choose to be picky, but loneliness might be her demise. Lenses stared at the chestnut frame, wondering what would be her next move.
Re: Just lookin around « Result #4 on Feb 18, 2006, 10:19pm »
Kinchy shifted slightly, blinking towards the stranger.
*What's your name? I'm Kinchy*
The sunkissed fem stated, with hints of awkwardness in her tones. She swished her banner experimentally, then shook her dial to rid her self of her thick forelock.
the king has arrived... « Result #5 on Feb 16, 2006, 11:44pm »
ebon hued stag 3-beats into the terra, banner flying behind him, his daggers kiss the heavens above, and his shrill, evil bugle rings thru the lands, he was to be king, and no one could ever stop him...
this was his terra, and nothing could make him leave. nares take in the scents of the lands, and onyx physique shakes away the pests, he 3-beats around the terra, teasing the deamons and such, the he leaves to find some vixens to call his own...
Ariadne stumbled on the hard earth. She was tired and hungry; her desperate flight had been a long one. Her mother...she had died horribly...thinking of it brought a tear to her orbs...her father? She knew not of him. Only that she and her mother had been cast out of the herd. Why? She did not know, but it must've been unfair, otherwise her mother would not have spoken such cruel words of him. Mother... The words barely left her dry lips before she collapsed onto the floor. She was tired. She wanted to sleep...but she couldn't. Her mother had slept without thinking in the wild woods...now she lies there; a mauled and bloody carcass, ambushed by Wolves. But what of herself? Troubled though she was, a kind-hearted Stag could be the key to lock up the past, and open the door to a bright new future!!
(Ad has been reborn!!) They dubbed me Ariadne, Coloured me Dapple, My Bloodlines reach back to a mix of the best, I was sexed a Female, and thrown into the pool of light three summers ago. My History is dark one...my mother died horribly, I know not of my father...I have a troubled personality.
legends will never die.... « Result #8 on Feb 16, 2006, 10:58pm »
the dubbance lucifer, for they say i am the devil himself... i am molded of arabian i stand 15.2 hands i have been stained onyx my lineage traces back only pure, and all were dark kings and queens they cursed me a dark winter chill has touched my pelt five times my sheer ignorance and charm have both honored me and disgraced me i have been sexed a stag my history is yet to be revealed
Joined: Feb 2006 Gender: Female Posts: 15 Karma: -1
Re: Just lookin around « Result #10 on Feb 16, 2006, 10:26pm »
Lobes flicked forward, as he moved into a trot toward the fae. He halted a few feet from her, still far but closer than what he had been. Hello he hissed roughly. This time he would try a different approach, instead of scaring the hell out of his herd, he would try to be a little more caring. Only a little bit though, his reasoning for his previous herd's death came to him that his mother had about the same coloring. So they thought it was him. Attention turned back to the fae in front of him, a fresh start or at least he hoped.
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