Evil is just live spelt backwards









Icy maiden made silent ingression into desolate kingdom. Twin zeniths make foward movements, catching every strain of sound. Appendages made refined waltz, scythes dig mercilessly at terra firma, yet when windows to her soul catch the far off phisyques of other equines they all halt. Nares quiver with mirth, auds flick to and fro upon cranium.


Mixed emotions fill the chasms czarress's cranium. For so long had she pent in exile to such creatures, that she knew not mirth, loathing or spite. She could not pick one out of this trio of emotions - and so approached the others with caution.


Pillars extended now into an easy gallop, striker was almost vertical - as pools scan horizon for the smallest sign of danger. Now she becomes invisible to the lamps of others, hiding in the limbs of the foliage, until she alone decided to be found - or come out by herself. At last, her limited confidence stirrs inside her, and icy limbs push her 'outside'.


Now czaress is visible to the 'others'. Nasals quiver with lighthearted feelings, as hypo limbs churn the jaded shoots to a pulp beneath she. Yet within a short space of time maiden was melancholy, for the laborious task of waiting for one to protect she lay ahead. Equine sigh was made - as she wandered round looking for the best of the jaded blades.








Life has ascribed me References.


I have wasted Four lonely summers.


My pelt is Iced over.


My stance is Unmeasured, yet the average height O the equines.


My personality is...dont get upon the wrong side of my consiense, thats all I'm telling.


I have been cursed as A maiden.


My lines can be traced back to the Arabians.


My player is Xandu [Jfire].





You.cant.catch.me.