Post by Lingen ♥ ♥ on Dec 30, 2006 19:24:35 GMT -5
Grey skys rumbled and flashed, lightning struck. Trees cracked then fell to the cold earth. The dark atmosphere made everything seem a bit scary. Lightning acted like a strobe light, lighting the earth for only a second. In that second you could see horses flee in all directions, all but one.
The rain pounded down like a waterfall, and horses ran from it. But in that second you could see a horse standing like a statue, a statue from hell. Her daggers were planted in the soggy ground and her auds perked forward. A sly smile seemed to lay amonst her kissers. She let out a call that could make any light shiver with fear.
The mare then began moving into the darkness. All you would see would be noting. She headed east away from this herd that she called home. She pinned her auds at that thought and said more like light lands. She turned her cranium back torwards the horses and smiled, she would miss killing them.
Her slender legs seemed to carry her with ease, but the long distance would be hard. She knew it would be a long while before the storm was gone. It wasn't that she disliked the storm just that horses running in fear made her gag.
After many days of traveling she came upon a land. It was confusing to the mare. All different alliances, she moved away from the others and stood by a tree. She looked at the land like the devil looked at heaven. She was disgusted she was about to move on but something made her stay.
Her firey auds were perked forward and her neck slightly arched. Her limbs stayed motionless and she threw her head to clear her forelock from her dark chocolate eyes. She wondered if she would find something here that she couldn't find anywhere else. She made no sound or no motion.
Here horses would know her as just a horse, back home horses said she was the devil himself. She liked the second one better. She let out a threatening call for all to know to leave her alone. Who else could this mare be then Fancy, such a sweet name for such a devilish creacher. Most considered this mare to be a dark while others said she was neutral. She laughed at that, she was no neutral just a dark. Not any dark the purest yet most devilish dark. Any witches heart can be won but hers was sold to a stallion. But he ripped it out of her chest and left her heart broken. So can Fancy ever love again…?
The rain pounded down like a waterfall, and horses ran from it. But in that second you could see a horse standing like a statue, a statue from hell. Her daggers were planted in the soggy ground and her auds perked forward. A sly smile seemed to lay amonst her kissers. She let out a call that could make any light shiver with fear.
The mare then began moving into the darkness. All you would see would be noting. She headed east away from this herd that she called home. She pinned her auds at that thought and said more like light lands. She turned her cranium back torwards the horses and smiled, she would miss killing them.
Her slender legs seemed to carry her with ease, but the long distance would be hard. She knew it would be a long while before the storm was gone. It wasn't that she disliked the storm just that horses running in fear made her gag.
After many days of traveling she came upon a land. It was confusing to the mare. All different alliances, she moved away from the others and stood by a tree. She looked at the land like the devil looked at heaven. She was disgusted she was about to move on but something made her stay.
Her firey auds were perked forward and her neck slightly arched. Her limbs stayed motionless and she threw her head to clear her forelock from her dark chocolate eyes. She wondered if she would find something here that she couldn't find anywhere else. She made no sound or no motion.
Here horses would know her as just a horse, back home horses said she was the devil himself. She liked the second one better. She let out a threatening call for all to know to leave her alone. Who else could this mare be then Fancy, such a sweet name for such a devilish creacher. Most considered this mare to be a dark while others said she was neutral. She laughed at that, she was no neutral just a dark. Not any dark the purest yet most devilish dark. Any witches heart can be won but hers was sold to a stallion. But he ripped it out of her chest and left her heart broken. So can Fancy ever love again…?
