Hi ! I would like to try out for the dark lord with my example post from joining. I know its a mare but I didn't know where it mattered.
I'm sorry its long , I was extremely full of muse , normaly my posts are around half or a slight bit more than this
here ya go , sorry once again , it is fairly long :
S.ilence broke , the cold blooded equus , dragged her carcass across the deeply shattered earth the bared the terrain.The witch placed each sharp talon down with great force.Veils draped over her sin-ful visage, the darque femoral trotted recklessly through the mist.Leaving no track behind.
T.orn wings of an angel .
.A.lways seem to fly.
T.o fly among the demons.
.A.nd the dragons of the skies.
T.he demon-es was no fool, she approached each tree , each single piece of foliage with caution , there was much unknown that lurked in the pit-less shadows.Embarking 'pon her livid pins , Kali danced over the bare scene.Not hesitating to stop never the unknown.Gnawing at her pallid ivories, she began to foam at the lipper. Swinging her frayed rope , swatting all the blood suckers which attempted to feast on her rounded rump.The radiance of 'er stygian gossamin , shone dimly in the fading light.Taken no notice of where she placed her bodice , she progressed to a steady canter. Long , talcum coils , revealing her beauty struck vise.
.E.ntering a strange domain.
.I.s always risky.
.B.ut when you this desperate.
.E.verything seems possible.
Spine-less was a one good word , of many, that was used to describe the night-hued murderess.Loathing every other living , of the other alliance, somehow gave her a bad reputation. One of which she craved to keep.Griding to a slow stand still , she mutilated the roof of hell. Breathing heavily , her pit-less lungs seeped in the little oxygen that spun round the environ.At this moment a somber time came.She tormented for a herd , a flight , a flock , a drift. With a strong warrior. For that was the reason for her traveling to this impaired empire.
No green age or flora could have grew on these deserted land. They where far to dry and bare.The figure stood , pushed forcefully by the strong zephyr . Her beautiful quadruped features , blooming blissfully. Pugnaciously Kali stormed her front blade to the ground . Tossing her bonny tiara into the atmosphere . Lyrics in forms of screams , proclaimed from her depths.
]Vibrantly rearing slightly , the sun's rays catching her silk throw. Glistening she thundered to the ground , restlessly tormenting herself . The seraph paced along a stretch of earth , gazing over the vast land , of evil.
Seeing the two brutes she scwoled at there rudeness.
Turbulent lineaments possessed the onyx vix , as she gazed in abhorrence at the very rudeness of the abrupt stags.Yet she knew best not to say too much. Regronza eh? she thought to herself , moving her torso away from the large stag as he circled her.Well then , The Regronza is it? Pleasure to meet a brute such as yourself , she spat , her hisses , enough to crush he faint-hearted. Sliding each of 'er nadir over the minuscule rocks that laid helplessly in the sod and loam.Trying to avoid Regronza facing her hind. Pivoting to keep him from nearing to close.The flurry of the blow , tangling her swarthy mop to aside.
She could see the thoughts in his eyes , he was wondering why she was not in the claiming grounds with the other pathetic mares.
Her listeners acting like radar , receiving each significant movement and sound. Oculars watching both brutes , then swiftly spiraling to scowl at the one which recently spoke. Very well beast , I will tell you why I'm not at the claiming lands. she told him , pausing slightly . A wide spread sneer flew quickly across her mug. Because , dear Regronza , I am not as pathetic as those worthless old nags , you so kindly baptize. Stepping forward slightly to the male , raising an brow. Her sway so mild and mirror like.The inky skies where drawing in bringing her canvas with it.
Noticing the presence of the capon camouflaged in the deep umbra.Pacing toward him she laughed , And you overlord , are you always this rude to your visitors? the wench inquired , ovoids fixed on his stalwart soul-keeper. If so , then well , no wonder this land is bare and empty , and no wonder you are as lonely as I she spoke once more , embarking past both stags and reaching to grip some of the dieing leaves between her pallid implants.