...Femina lifts delicate but harmful dial 'bove the morning mist, seeking out something but yet, not quite wanting to find it. Her dark oculars peered through the dense substance that hung in clouds 'bove the terrain, Image appeared 'fore her. Jagged nails plodded dewed terrain with aggrivation at the appearence of her 'stalkers', although she actually daunted willingly on their presence - her inner devil shrinking until it's rage could control her once more. The satin auditives 'pon her dial heightened, 'drafting the soft willowing noises t'wards her, gentle nicker emmitted from within her vocal cords, seeping through her black lips, whispering itself into the sullen atmosphere. Plush muzzle reached out t'wards bloodbound relative labeled 'sister' by scent, muzzle whisked her cheek for but a second, as if to say 'Even evil hearts need to rest' - instincts pulling her back - sneering personality taking charge. Hind quarters supported upper weight as mare-of-darkness welded herself into the ashen sky, sharp 'cry' taking the place of the earilier silence. Jagged nails scratched at thy clouds, never indenting their bloated bellies. Femina crashed t'wards the ground, hindquarters easing up now, front quarters placed 'pon the terrain sturdily. Taunting 'nicker' strained her vocals, directed t'wards the steed, in a way of asking for what seems, 'forgiveness'. Her muscles tensed at the thought, this straightened her level-headed posture, cranium reaching 'lead' height. Femina approached steed of 'unknown hue', pressing muzzle 'gainst his neck - tendrils of silky mane flowing as 'whuffle' sounded from within her dialated nares. Metallic hued plume flagged gently as grasping wind trickled past - enticing scent of 'In Season' reaching atomosphere - intwining with the fresh scent, of something that could be. Unsure, of where she stood with C.r.e.s.t.f.a.l.l.e.n. she let delicate ebony nails move her backwards, figurine reflected sunlight again, welcoming the shadows of darkness. Sculpted cranium lowered t'wards terrain, ebony muzzle scraping it's surface then letting back up, her dark eyes filled with once again, a mysterious essence that now held a new level of devilishness...
((*Laughs* Thanks Cresty's player - never caught ur name. That means alot to me - I'm satisfied if I perk up @ least one game! *Giggles* Okay, Okay... Maybe I'll stay. Kris-FE's Player... lookiez! I used special words! *Laughs* Hope u all like that post - took me awhile! Wonder what will happen now, This post is... interesting. Sorry if there's spelling mistakes and w/e - I'm getting back into the swing of things with horse RPING! Thanks again peeps!)) |
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