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Post by Archangel on Jun 29, 2009 1:41:22 GMT -5
What lies before us and what lies behind us are small matters compared to what lies within us...
I jogged through the rugged terrain of the hills of the barren land I called home. Whereever I roamed not long after destruction followed close behind. I was born with a horn so sharp it cut those closest to me and a halo so bright that it would blind me. Now, everyone would bow down to me with respect or that horn just might slip. Some call me cocky, I call it confidence. Some lives sore to the heavens while others fall to the earth. Damnation had befallen me and darkness had marred my soul and evil had consumed my heart. There was no turning back...
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Post by macabre on Jun 29, 2009 2:02:52 GMT -5
 WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU
[/sub] [/b][/color][/font] you're withering away in the cold[/i][/color][/font][/center] macabre, defined as gruesome or terribly horrifying. it wasn’t hard to determine that the vix was gruesome or terribly horrifying. macabre, a golden painted mare, with an ugly black heart.
i wandered upon the land, brisk movements made as i dared the wind to taunt me. coming to a halt, i lifted my golden head, nasal caverns flaring wildly as i settled myself uneasily upon a bluff. my small, coal occuli snagged upon the few bantles who dared to frolic over the land, visage tossed about wildly. my pelt was caked with that of mud and whatnot though ‘neath it lay a belt of unwanted scars, each licking my pelt with their own tale to tell. i'm was often quite gruff, not caring to particularly speak of what each scar meant, not needing to boast.
today, i was finding it much to difficult to settle myself, longing for my memories to leave me for the moment. my flint struck out at the unworthy sod, emitting a blow which echoed slightly in the desolate land. glancing down at the sod which had long since been dug up, i brought myself off the ground, pillars cutting through the air as i balanced myself on muscular haunches. i was typically quiet in my ways though it was with little patience in which i was finding herself.
my lids enveloped wild occuli momentarily, lobes twitching as i set them to their task of listening for any sign of visitors. though the wind taunted the pair, i failed to detect a sign of any others, both eased and disappointed alike. sure, i looked as light as they come but how contrary i was. not once had fear twitched in my dormant veins but rather pleasure for inducing such a thing. stereotypical dark? well of course though i was different so to speak. i felt absolutely no need to present any aggression or suffer from the loss of temper for remaining level headed and sly was much more devastating. oh yes, i knew the tricks of the trade and knew them too well for only seeing four winters.
a ripple of sinew shown under my golden-painted carcass, weight shifted uneasily as ie was forced to remain in the lands longer than ie wished to. tangled mass of a hock kisser snapped new welts upon my flesh, striking the bloodsuckers that dared to taunt me. indeed it seemed much more work to sit and wait for a brute to wander across my lone form than it was to continue on as a lone femme though patience was something that needed practice. optics flickered as i glanced over his form, not bad. a not bad coming from me was certainly something to be proud. well, don’t you seem full of yourself. isnorted, tones riddled with sarcasm and smuggness.
tagged - - - angel.
notes - - - gahh, my post is terrible.
lyrics - - - mothersound ,, fftl
word count - - - who knows.
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Post by Archangel on Jun 29, 2009 3:11:13 GMT -5
You will never rest, until the hunt is finally over...until justice is finally doneFear wasn't seen through these eyes, never had...never would. I turned my head to face the golden mare that stood before me. She had a goregous silver mane that blew in the wind like wild fire. Full of myself? I snorted. Barely. and what brings you here? I looked at her with my red eyes, I deliberately made the wind pick up as I could bend it to my will, her mane was beautiful...I had to admit. I began to walk, down the hill with the wind whipping my mane like a hurricane, watching the wind tear and rip the trees from their roots. Destruction followed whereever I go.... I felt no sorrow, no pain. Nothing but sadness and hatred which was translated into madness.
I had to start a herd so maybe this mare would be the perfect mare to start it. I hoped so, she was fine and hard a heart blacker than coal just like mine, she was exactly what I was looking for, she was a prize indeed. I would fight to keep her, no stallion would take her from me. My heart burnt with a fire red but my heart was made of ice. This mare before was deadly, not doubt about that but was she more bark than bite?
Could this vixen possibly want to follow me towards my goal? My goal to claim the throne of this dark land, why go to hell, when you could come here? Blood, though it sleeps a time, yet never dies. The gods on murderers fix revengeful eyes. I whinnied and threw up my head and my whinnie echoed again. Any stallion that showed themselves to me would perish, die a slow painful death. I looked at the mare. Are you coming? The clouds crashed and twisted as lightning struck the earth and rain stung my eyes like stones as I waited for the mares reply...
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