Date Posted:20:58:09 02/13/02 Wed Author: BloodThirst Subject: †.L.o.o.k.A.g.a.i.n.†
Crimson vix watches tentatively at surrounding equines, slender twin auditives slowly slickering back and forth, picking up all audible sounds arouns brutess. Cool moodless orbs scan terrain with wonderment at fertility seemingly defeated by iron-clad obsidian nails and the awful reek of blood. Normal, she supposed, and stench brought deviless a bit closer to home, or at least, the ways o' her knotted heartstrings.
Forehoof strikes terra firma with dagger o' flint, imprinting signature o' she into sulking soil below. Paper thin nares flare and flutter releasing tense whuffle as arched crest lowers scarred visage to dug-up carpeting, sending plush muzzle 'round scented floor.
Finding little beside own scent 'pon hooves' bedding, fiery feminique throws toned crest t'ward heavens, sending ebon tresses dancing at whim o' she. Silent occulars begin once again to look 'round desolate lands, graves o' the Lord King.
