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There is a lone whinney that brakes across the empty sky like a dagger cutting through silk. The crow calls and greets the gray morning. The whinney was from the lambrums of a lone equine-creature. Its smooth charcoal tinted wrapping glinted against the slight sunlight that managed to shine through the clouds that hung like banners in the sky. The animals turned its mighty visage to the sky, the atmosphere was humid, smelled of rain. Yes, rain was on its way. It whipped his black-hued flyer and scuffed at the grass with a flint. The powerful being rose onto its hind shanks and let out a call, a call to all those who thought it challenging, who thought it an intruder, who thought it menacing. A smirk played against its velvet kissers, for maybe it was all of these terrible adjectives strung together. But, of course, you had to be to survive in a place such as this. But, don'tunder estimate the warmness any creature can hold within its soul. It sounded another call, a softer call, at the touched its front pillars back to the geography. This time, it called to one who thought it good,. thought it beautiful, thought it worthy enough to be in their company. Yes, yes it had been alone for so long there had to be someone, anyone out there who could show it the meaning of a herd, a family, the meaning of... Love? Oh, that silly little words. It was such a little word for such a big emotion. It seemed to not do it justice. No, no not all. Suddenly, with an erratic burst of speed, the animal sped off into the morning mist, its well-oiled muscling rippling like little waves under its pelt, it slid to a sudden halt as the promised rain began to fall, spattering its coat with darker flecks. It shook its dial, dreds flying wildly, mingling with the falling rain. Is this what it was meant when that word "wild" was uttered from others' lips?
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Blitzen Winds Stalks among the ashes. . . « Thread Started on Jan 30, 2008, 12:10pm »
This ain't a song for the broken-hearted No silent prayer for the faith-departed I ain't gonna be just a face in the crowd You're gonna hear my voice When I shout it out loud. . .
He stalked menacingly through the burnt deadened trees. boredom, boredom was the worst thing any horse could dream of. nothing got do, nowhere to go, just land, all round empty vast landscapes with no adventure left in them. He tossed his blacker than black head his eyes flashing evilly as he thought back to other lands he had passed and left, his first herd where he had murdered his father in revenge for his mother whom his father had tortured. Seeing such terrible things when he Had been a colt had been more than enough to turn Blitzen Winds into the darq stag that he was. if his father was to see him now he would be proud. Blitzens life only had hate and evil in. nothing good ever came his way, nothing, ever. The pitch-black Arabian kicked at a dead tree and it made a loud CRACK before falling to the ground with a dull sort of thud. The powerful stallion pricked his ears slightly at the sound he had made before carrying on walking. He breathed in the scent of the air around him then reared letting out a quivering, spine-chilling whinny. as he reared his muscles stood out from h is black coat showing his power, strength and ability to meet any demands life would throw at him. the evil stag landed and pawed at the black earth before picking up a steady lope threw the twisted windy black tree's, his neck arched and tail flowing out smoothly behind him, he was a magnificent creature even if he was drowning in his own evilness and sorrow, he needed a herd, and he needed one bad. . .
It's my life It's now or never I ain't gonna live forever I just want to live while I'm alive
« Last Edit: Jan 30, 2008, 12:12pm by ^^Angelfire^^ »
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Re: Blitzen Winds Stalks among the ashes. . . « Reply #1 on Feb 3, 2008, 12:06pm »
(are you sure you want to do the post here. If we do the post here they will be enemies forever)
A mare watched the stag how he fought another stag. Her palomino bodice showing in the light just alittle. Dont be destracted by her color. She was a dark and could not handle becoming a light. There were to many rules. Her name was Dreams. She hated her name because her mother gave her that name. She got her mothers color but her fathers side. She walked up silently and snorted shaking her dail. "You stags always love to fight now dont ya." She whinnied. Every stag she saw all they wanted to do was fight and see who is tuffer. Her banner hung on the floor by her feet and her orbs looked at him. She stood watching the stag and waited for him to respond. He looked dangerous and she always liked the dangerous ones.
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