Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 5, 2006 11:21:01 GMT -5
Attenuated limbs brought her forth onto the lands, visage elevated to view way lay ‘round her. Nasal caverns flared slightly to take in the serenading scent of those who were brought here before her, daggers taking easy steps upon the brittle sod. Her tassels were picked up by the wind, tainting her gaze for a brief moment as her banner danced behind her. Visage tossed ‘bout eagerly, awaiting one who would come.
The minx’s beauty portrayed nothing of herself. The pelt she bore was destined to always be cobalt speckled with the ebonite hue. The dying sun provided a faint illumination, heating her pelt and giving it a lighter appearance than normally held. But while those grew fond of the beauty she held, some found her ways to be indifferent. Bow down to the one who should claim her soul forever though others only a mere shred of respect shall be distributed unless otherwise befriended.
Cobalt occuli searched for a source of companionship, even if it be only for a moment. Her loneliness was growing quite aggravating and another outlet for her wisdom and pain she needed. A dagger rose, scraping the sod ‘neath her as bulk shifted uneasily, awaiting one who should come for her. Patience was a virtue the minx had yet to learn, often fleeing because of her ignorance before something had been settled. She was tired of it and as the winters flew by it became apparent that she could bare it no longer.
In the middle was where she settled and where she would linger. Forced was she to remain in the shadows of a hell imitating place and watch as the fellow equines were slaughtered. No more could she take part in the dark ways so she landed within th e place of lights.
Auds swiveled slightly, listening to noises that were brought to her. Harsh blow passed through her nares, bulk yet again shifted as she waited for a brute to join her. Maw parted, a faint nicker passing through as though to draw one towards her.
The minx’s beauty portrayed nothing of herself. The pelt she bore was destined to always be cobalt speckled with the ebonite hue. The dying sun provided a faint illumination, heating her pelt and giving it a lighter appearance than normally held. But while those grew fond of the beauty she held, some found her ways to be indifferent. Bow down to the one who should claim her soul forever though others only a mere shred of respect shall be distributed unless otherwise befriended.
Cobalt occuli searched for a source of companionship, even if it be only for a moment. Her loneliness was growing quite aggravating and another outlet for her wisdom and pain she needed. A dagger rose, scraping the sod ‘neath her as bulk shifted uneasily, awaiting one who should come for her. Patience was a virtue the minx had yet to learn, often fleeing because of her ignorance before something had been settled. She was tired of it and as the winters flew by it became apparent that she could bare it no longer.
In the middle was where she settled and where she would linger. Forced was she to remain in the shadows of a hell imitating place and watch as the fellow equines were slaughtered. No more could she take part in the dark ways so she landed within th e place of lights.
Auds swiveled slightly, listening to noises that were brought to her. Harsh blow passed through her nares, bulk yet again shifted as she waited for a brute to join her. Maw parted, a faint nicker passing through as though to draw one towards her.
