< hello, kitty > [ ironic ] -- The Black Lands

H E L L O , K I T T Y

< it was strange how she had just seemed to somewhat 'click' with the painted creature whom had confronted her. she didnt feel the need to threaten, nor attack, just... accept. she wasnt so tough when she didnt need to be, and it was obvious when she didnt want to be a bitch, her mellow and relaxed side would come on. the concertic rythm of the natural orchestra continued to play on as the lengthened stride of the massive clyde sent her in peregrination across the khaki grounds towards the one who stood alone, ironic. perhaps, some day, she would call her a friend. the two had to put up with the same shit, alibi. but one of these days, when the other females of the harem grew tired of her shit, perhaps she would form a little 'clique' to over-tirade her, send her to the grave that she dug deeper and deeper for herself. like the holocaust. the nazi's made the jews dig themselves graves, and then were shot and placed into them. except, this time, this alibia was the nazi, and we are the jews. she will keep pushing and prodding until she sets everyone off, in which she will fall.. fall. enough about that degraded whore, what about you? slowing to a halt as she neared the splattered paint, a supple look of contentness settled over the still ones features, soft whuff vociferated as hindquarter cocked in a lax manner, crown sinking lower to relax the usual tense gullet tendons, allowing locked main chords to ripple about as they hovered and wavered near neck. ooids glanced at the other, before speaking >

< greetings once again, ironic. do forgive my sudden arrival; i felt a need to relax, and i find it most comfortable around you, knowing you wont suddenly lunge and grasp my jugular >

< some sort of amusement was felt with this statement, bubbled notes spoiling within chest as she refused to release them. she didnt laugh often unless it was at the females whom humiliated themselves about the harem. the rough voice faded to more of a softened facade, lids drooping heavilly over aubern and curulean oricles, once again speaking >

< sometimes i just like to wind down, forget that i need to be the big, bad wolf, and watch in amusement as those two mares humiliate themselves. on the other hand, how are you doing >

< see, i can be somewhat compassionate at times. i can make friends. and i can drift from being the biggest, baddest mare to a soft and tired one. forgive me if i have disappointed you, but sometimes, you just gotta relax >