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What can this be
an entertaining legend
a powerful imagination
or mythic conventions assembled
and filtered through Gothic sensibility.
Perhaps, a chronicle of revelations
woven of complex threads
pulled together
disturbing, wild and seductive
a hypnotic poem rife with uncanny magic.

The barren wasteland rose above the darkened vallys. The sight above was even more cold and dark than that below. The charred and dead grass was all 'round. Nothing that was life grew here. Dark cloyds hung close to the flat top. The cloimb to the top was a daunting one. A challenge all in itself. The ragged edges and rough rock were ruthless. The climb was like a first leg in a race though. A challenge that you could handle pain and were a damned one. The second leg was a harder one. Could you survive out here with barly anything before you were claimed? A challenge a sinned one would take on without a second look. The earth was packed hard no give in the terrain. You looked out for miles and miles then nothing. A steep dropoff signaling the end to the plateau. Many bodies stood awaiting their fate. Some you could tell they had wandered into a mistake. They were trapped now and they knew it. Their cranias hung low and thier optics shown with dull dreaded look.
Another group of equines were clearly enjoying the wasteland. The true blackened souls. Optics burned brightly with hate. Flicka soon to be vixen rose to the challenge and climbed the massive walls. When the top was reached optics adjusted. Nares quivered with pure excitement. Pistions struck out exploring the land. Flints quitly touched the packed earth. Bodice turning as she went.Banner flew out behing 'er like a stream. Tassels moved form 'er optics. Flicka wopuld survive this wasteland. Optics starred at the first group of equines. Their pitiful states brought a smirk to 'er maw. The weak and unsinful. What horrible misfortune brought their worthless souls here.
Auds perked at a damnned's vocal. Dial turns to the second group. Optics could have bored a hole in them. Boa arched with excitement. Healthey and truely evil beings before 'er. Fire kissed bodice glistened in the sun's weak chance to pierce the dark clouds. Pistons strike 'forth in an advance t'ward the group. Bodice circleing them. She wanted to study them closer. Dark bodies watched eachother closely optics starring the other down. No party gave up that easy.
Bodice stopped and advanced into the group crania high. Flicka screamed to all the brutes. She was not entirly useless. One more dark moon and she would be a vixen of age. Bodice would be fully mature. Young blood was good in a herd. She was definatly young blood. Bodice rocked back onto 'er back pistons. Flints digging hard into the packed earth. A screaming vocal exploded from 'er maw. Dial t'wards the heavens flints scarring the sky. Bodice lowered lightly. Vixen hoped for the most evil brute to claim 'er. They would have all had to hear 'er screech.
Flicka was one not to be reckoned lightly with. She would argue anyone even 'er elders. Always the one to never follow rules. Truely a bitch to contain. The authority promblem would only worsen with age.

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