Post by killkeeriani on Sept 29, 2005 22:03:12 GMT -5
L i s t e n Children to a tail that is told wide and far, about a stag whom has waltzed with the dead to a silent song. Silence is his only modo (SP?). Without silence he would have achieved none of his accomplishments, without silence he wouldn't be alive today, without silence he wouldn't be here, to tell his tail, to those whom know it. He traveled to these parts, hoping to escape the nosey followers and to live a peaceful life, amongst the ones whom did not know him well. He was here, how long he would be here, he knew not, no one would know in tell he left.
T h e thundering of hooves was heard in the distance, striking pon the loam, tearing it to pieces as Ghost drew nearer. From the sound, one could tell the approaching equine was not huge, and personally, Ghost didn't give a damn. He knew himself, and that was truly all that mattered in this odd little world the darks had created for themselves. Or was it really? To most it wasn't, but to Ghost it was, was this the trick of his long lived life? Who would know, in tell they pushed further enough to find out.
T h e moans of the earth grew louder, crying for the pain to stop, and clinching ever tighter as the knifes parted from its surface, and prayed that the pounding would not come any more. But this was life, not a fairy tail, and wishes were not granted with the wave of a wand, and mistakes were not erased with the simple push of a button. Life isn't perfect, and the roller coaster that makes it up, just makes life worth living. Of course, this is a dark specking, to a light, if a simple drop of blood drips 'pon there kosher coat, then they die of fright. Twas pitiful.
T h e earths songs volume grew quieter as the bastards pace slowed and then the speed of the song grew quicker as the brute slowed to a two-beat, and then they slowed once more, and finally came to a halt as the bastard did the same.
T h e brutes concaves flared, nape held higher then normal, bod tense as he took in the new surroundings. A short snort was given as the stinging of salt sliced at his nares, filling them, and already it started to eat away at the skin that lay protected 'neath the mucus. His crane supported his cranium as it turned, ooids scanning the lands that now surrounded him. They spotted nothing, at least nothing that could pose a threat, tough he knew this didn't mean that there was nothing around. His bod relaxed slightly, his raw looking hide catching the rays of the sun, blood stained red of his red roan bod stood out strongly... As it always did. His ivory harks slipped away, more out of habit then anything, but this didn't mean they were not alert, for they always were. He stood, heart throbbing, pushing threw his frontal volume, and then, his weight shifted. His carcass slipped backwards, as if placed by invisible hands 'pon his haunches, fore shanks tore at the firmament, as if attempting to slice the heavens open with his knifes, and let the heavens ran blood 'stead of the pure water that it brought them. He let out a low rumble, a call that is only brought upon by age, and many years of practice, and that the youth now attempted to mimic... Unsuccessfully. The call of a true dark had been issued, and now rumbled like the roll of thunder away from its source.
T h e bastard stayed propped for mere seconds, and then lowered his bod back to the ground, weight placed now on all fours as he stood square. Why stay propped in the air like a show pony, for his looks were not quite to those standards. His coat looked rotted, not from the sea salt, just from the way he was born. His fore -bod was many shades of ivory, and his haunches were stained ruby. He was a rare sight, and of this he was proud, tough you would never see him prancing as a show pony... Never. As he lowered him self back to the loam, his dreads that had once hidden his ooids, now were sent in opposite directions, revealing two diffrent ooids. One was stained brown, and the other blue... Different, but to him different was good.
H i s heart sliced repeatedly at his frontal volume, and twas the only sound that seemed to flow threw his bod. The silence made it seem like his whole body was jumping every time his heart beat. His harks were still stitched tightly to the top of his crown, but they listened for the sound of another, a challenger... Or would this place be his home, his land, a place to form his heard? Would this lonely wonderer now find a place he could call home?
<>Ew My God... Its kinda ramblly! Im done tough! I don't know how good it is, seeing that it was done in two different days... Or maybe one... I don't really remember! Just to let you know, I have major problems pulling a post out of thin air (Starting a tread) So yea... I hopes I get It! Har Har... Later<>
T h e thundering of hooves was heard in the distance, striking pon the loam, tearing it to pieces as Ghost drew nearer. From the sound, one could tell the approaching equine was not huge, and personally, Ghost didn't give a damn. He knew himself, and that was truly all that mattered in this odd little world the darks had created for themselves. Or was it really? To most it wasn't, but to Ghost it was, was this the trick of his long lived life? Who would know, in tell they pushed further enough to find out.
T h e moans of the earth grew louder, crying for the pain to stop, and clinching ever tighter as the knifes parted from its surface, and prayed that the pounding would not come any more. But this was life, not a fairy tail, and wishes were not granted with the wave of a wand, and mistakes were not erased with the simple push of a button. Life isn't perfect, and the roller coaster that makes it up, just makes life worth living. Of course, this is a dark specking, to a light, if a simple drop of blood drips 'pon there kosher coat, then they die of fright. Twas pitiful.
T h e earths songs volume grew quieter as the bastards pace slowed and then the speed of the song grew quicker as the brute slowed to a two-beat, and then they slowed once more, and finally came to a halt as the bastard did the same.
T h e brutes concaves flared, nape held higher then normal, bod tense as he took in the new surroundings. A short snort was given as the stinging of salt sliced at his nares, filling them, and already it started to eat away at the skin that lay protected 'neath the mucus. His crane supported his cranium as it turned, ooids scanning the lands that now surrounded him. They spotted nothing, at least nothing that could pose a threat, tough he knew this didn't mean that there was nothing around. His bod relaxed slightly, his raw looking hide catching the rays of the sun, blood stained red of his red roan bod stood out strongly... As it always did. His ivory harks slipped away, more out of habit then anything, but this didn't mean they were not alert, for they always were. He stood, heart throbbing, pushing threw his frontal volume, and then, his weight shifted. His carcass slipped backwards, as if placed by invisible hands 'pon his haunches, fore shanks tore at the firmament, as if attempting to slice the heavens open with his knifes, and let the heavens ran blood 'stead of the pure water that it brought them. He let out a low rumble, a call that is only brought upon by age, and many years of practice, and that the youth now attempted to mimic... Unsuccessfully. The call of a true dark had been issued, and now rumbled like the roll of thunder away from its source.
T h e bastard stayed propped for mere seconds, and then lowered his bod back to the ground, weight placed now on all fours as he stood square. Why stay propped in the air like a show pony, for his looks were not quite to those standards. His coat looked rotted, not from the sea salt, just from the way he was born. His fore -bod was many shades of ivory, and his haunches were stained ruby. He was a rare sight, and of this he was proud, tough you would never see him prancing as a show pony... Never. As he lowered him self back to the loam, his dreads that had once hidden his ooids, now were sent in opposite directions, revealing two diffrent ooids. One was stained brown, and the other blue... Different, but to him different was good.
H i s heart sliced repeatedly at his frontal volume, and twas the only sound that seemed to flow threw his bod. The silence made it seem like his whole body was jumping every time his heart beat. His harks were still stitched tightly to the top of his crown, but they listened for the sound of another, a challenger... Or would this place be his home, his land, a place to form his heard? Would this lonely wonderer now find a place he could call home?
<>Ew My God... Its kinda ramblly! Im done tough! I don't know how good it is, seeing that it was done in two different days... Or maybe one... I don't really remember! Just to let you know, I have major problems pulling a post out of thin air (Starting a tread) So yea... I hopes I get It! Har Har... Later<>
