Post by Tainted on Aug 23, 2006 9:30:42 GMT -5
[Laid.so.low.for.so.long.]
[Into.that.void.of.silence]
[Where.you.cry.without.sound]
A wetch moved forward in a daze, yes she knew where she was, but why was she there? She didn't believe in love at all. But then here she was, in lands where she was surrounded by prancing filly's looking for their 'prince charming' she threw them dirty looks, looks that made them look away in fear, and even made some back away to make a path for the gorgeous mare that just so happened to be the demoness herself.
Crimson pregnant dog strode fourth at a walk, her skull set high apaun her shoulders in pride. Her aerials were laid firmly back on her skull and her black lanterns spoke of true darkness. Her nares flared naturally, completing her dark look. Her neck was slightly arched with her long mane laying limply on her neck. Her shoulders rose and fell as she moved forward with power but gracefully. Her tail dragged on the ground below her loosly. Her golden chestnut pelt gleamed in the sun that pounded on her back mercilessly. Her hooves pounded on the flora dully, as the mare seeked a forest, some sort of shelter from the brightness and the pounding of the sun. Finally sighting a forest she headed torward it. Apaun reaching it she lurked just out of sight, the only visible part of her being the bright star on her forehead. There she lurked, in the safety blanket of the darkness, awaiting what? not even she knew.
[.And.where.your.mothers.violence.]
[.Sent.your.soul.underground.]
[Into.that.void.of.silence]
[Where.you.cry.without.sound]
A wetch moved forward in a daze, yes she knew where she was, but why was she there? She didn't believe in love at all. But then here she was, in lands where she was surrounded by prancing filly's looking for their 'prince charming' she threw them dirty looks, looks that made them look away in fear, and even made some back away to make a path for the gorgeous mare that just so happened to be the demoness herself.
Crimson pregnant dog strode fourth at a walk, her skull set high apaun her shoulders in pride. Her aerials were laid firmly back on her skull and her black lanterns spoke of true darkness. Her nares flared naturally, completing her dark look. Her neck was slightly arched with her long mane laying limply on her neck. Her shoulders rose and fell as she moved forward with power but gracefully. Her tail dragged on the ground below her loosly. Her golden chestnut pelt gleamed in the sun that pounded on her back mercilessly. Her hooves pounded on the flora dully, as the mare seeked a forest, some sort of shelter from the brightness and the pounding of the sun. Finally sighting a forest she headed torward it. Apaun reaching it she lurked just out of sight, the only visible part of her being the bright star on her forehead. There she lurked, in the safety blanket of the darkness, awaiting what? not even she knew.
[.And.where.your.mothers.violence.]
[.Sent.your.soul.underground.]
ooc-sorry used muse on a claiming post...
