Somehow I manage to persuade these leg things that they actually want to support my obsidian frame. I curse the Arabian side of me as the cold creates a short shiver down my spine as I am not quite used to this environment, but soon enough the Friesian side of my genes kicks in and my toughness resurfaces. My nose wrinkles in reflex action as my dam brushes her nose against mine, brushing her aside. She knew I loved her but there was no reason for me to show such emotions; her weakness would never be mine. My sister had obviously inherited that pitying character trait; bah, sister only by birth not by nature. Mind I would go to the ends of the earth to protect her, she was my baby sister, hurt her and deal with me. Then this big guy appears from no-where and I almost feel like telling him where to go and bugger off to but the way he presents himself makes me realise that he must have some importance. No-one gets away with being that arrogant without having a pretty damn good reason. I raise my eye line to his and voice my presence, not allowing him any chance to judge me before I've had my fair share of innings. You have to play the game to stand a chance of winning don't you? And I intend on winning...
Hey, you up there. Who are you? And why should I care?

Sanity
Dark Dragon x Painting of Black
Insane and loving it

hush little baby don't say a word
never mind that noise you heard
it's just the beast under your bed
in your closet, in your head