Post by killkeeriani on Nov 13, 2005 18:09:24 GMT -5
(Ok, I havn't worked out her colors yet... so excuse the contridictment, As soon as I get her picture up, go by those)
You wish to know about the bitch of whom you soon shall meet, well settle down children, and she shall tell it. It is a long and gruesome tale, defiantly not for the faint of heart. Listen Closely, for it shan’t be repeated, nor retyped in a whole, and it shall never be spoken.
I was the minx whom was thought nothing of as a young filly. I was grouped with the rest, thought to be a poser. But oh dear me were they wrong. The dumb asses needed to learn more. My thoughts were of torture, and blood, rather then there dumb little games. Why would I need to play with them when there slaughter would be in there near future, and mine? The foolish colts and filly’s of my herd were too immature for their own good. There taunts meant nothing to me, I knew I was too good for them, but they thought the opposite, they thought me to be weak, but I was strong, and they were weak. There foolish games, there foolish prancing made my brain long for slaughter and my tasters the sweet taste of the crimson. But I forced myself to hold back, to resist the growing temptation. In the near future, when I was about 4 months old, just as the heir of the kingdoms son was, tough I was much more mature then he, the temptation was over come by actions. His taunting and foolish prancing became too much, and I lashed out. I did not go to kill, but just to get the point across. I lashed out with my dentals, fast leaving him stunned after it had happened, to stunned to react at first. I took a step backwards, my blood stained dents were hidden as my labrums were curled back down over them, hiding the things from view, but also my tongue began to work, the tasters taking in the crimson that I had so long desired. I told him to watch his back, and to be warned, that it wasn’t all that I had planned for him. No words of this mishap slipped from the heirs mouth, for he knew as did I, that it wouldn’t look to good if the others knew that the “poser” had scared him when no others could… but I had.
This all was at the young age, even then the thoughts of blood and killing possessed my mind, and that way they stayed. Only 2 months later, the foolish colt, now ½ a year as I was my self, forgot my little rule, or at least wasn’t smart enough to look before he leaped. He landed himself into an odd position, my dents clamped around his jugular, and his shanks flying beneath him, struggling to find the ground beneath them. As the crimson began to flow, I let go, words of muttering were given to him before I let him back away. This time, an audience was there, but they were too afraid of what the little poser would do to them if the spoke of the scene. But somehow, it did get out, but this one was a bit harder to hide then the scare that lay across the heir’s neck, for this one was deeper. She was of course ratted out, by none other then the prince himself, and called to speck to the King and Queen of the lands.
They did not receive what they wished. They wished for the little filly to stand still to retrieve her beating, but oh no my dears this wasn’t how Demented was. She gave them quite a fight, and left quite a bit of scaring on her Frisian King, and the Queen, whom had backed away, didn’t receive as much. Her King kicked her out of the harem, for she was too much out of control, but of course my dear readers, this is not where my story ends. I left the herd with out as much as a word, for I knew nothing more was needed, I had left a scare ‘pon the hid of the King and the Prince, so my remembrance still remains with the harem.
But no my dear readers, I promised more, and more you shall get. A year later, my former King died from a battle, unfortunately I wasn’t there to help the attacker, but he seemed to do quite a job. So, as always the next stepped up to the plate, and that was my dear little old prince. I began to watch the harem more closely then I had ever before, interested, and always waiting for the sabotage that I had planned so long ago. The plans still ran clearly in my mind, and I looked again and again for a chance to put them into action. About 1 month after the prince had taken over, I found just my time, perfect. The stars and moon had taken over the sky, tough many had died in the battle to do so, and some had already tucked in for the night, leaving barley any light, but just enough. I took my chances, and went for the dear little prince, alone, and unprotected. My steps were silent, as was my breath. I lowered my empire down as I drew near, dents parting, and with a snap, they closed around his jugular. With a snap the prince attempted to rise, panic showing in his eyes as he spotted the face of his enemy as a child, and his fear. With out warning, my shank lifted form the ground and was sent back down with a thud, pulling his poll towards me, and letting it slide across his façade. My empire was ripped upwards, layers of skin were departed also, and then finally the poor fellow died, just as I had predicted. He was the first slaughter I made, but surely not the last. I left the grounds, only remaining to hear the cries of his beloved mother and Queen as she found him dead, and then I departed, looking for more to slaughter, or at least a place to reside Intel another slaughter was needed. I kept my blood thirstiness satisfied, and then I ended up here… Blood stained, and demented, I have arrived.
This is the end of my story, and the beginning of my new life. These times are my past, and they shall soon relive in my future and my present.
The buckskin minx slid into the new lands, her harks slipped backwards as her dagger dug into the ground, slowing her self into an ungraceful halt. Graceful was not something that Demented was, it just didn’t work. Evil was what she was, what she did, so watch your back. Her plans were not carelessly laid out, and she was no poser, call her one my dear little ones and it shall be your last words spoken, no time shall even be spared to utter you cries of pain. She wouldn’t stand for your foolish games, nor would she participate. She would sit and think rather then waste her time with your foolish little games. She lived to destroy, and loved her job, so watch out, and plan your steps with thought, for she sure has.
The ivory and tawny bitch slipped to her stand still, hidden ‘neath the shades of the trees, and in the shadows, as she stood, her crescents were flaring, drips of blood coming forth every time she exhaled, splattering over the ground she had just destroyed, misting it with the crimson that it wished to shed, to ease its pain. Teasing it, giving it what it could never have on its own. Her harks were listening, taking caution to the surroundings, and awaiting the knight that would soon come. Awaiting her next victim…
-Bloodstained Hurricane
[/i]You wish to know about the bitch of whom you soon shall meet, well settle down children, and she shall tell it. It is a long and gruesome tale, defiantly not for the faint of heart. Listen Closely, for it shan’t be repeated, nor retyped in a whole, and it shall never be spoken.
I was the minx whom was thought nothing of as a young filly. I was grouped with the rest, thought to be a poser. But oh dear me were they wrong. The dumb asses needed to learn more. My thoughts were of torture, and blood, rather then there dumb little games. Why would I need to play with them when there slaughter would be in there near future, and mine? The foolish colts and filly’s of my herd were too immature for their own good. There taunts meant nothing to me, I knew I was too good for them, but they thought the opposite, they thought me to be weak, but I was strong, and they were weak. There foolish games, there foolish prancing made my brain long for slaughter and my tasters the sweet taste of the crimson. But I forced myself to hold back, to resist the growing temptation. In the near future, when I was about 4 months old, just as the heir of the kingdoms son was, tough I was much more mature then he, the temptation was over come by actions. His taunting and foolish prancing became too much, and I lashed out. I did not go to kill, but just to get the point across. I lashed out with my dentals, fast leaving him stunned after it had happened, to stunned to react at first. I took a step backwards, my blood stained dents were hidden as my labrums were curled back down over them, hiding the things from view, but also my tongue began to work, the tasters taking in the crimson that I had so long desired. I told him to watch his back, and to be warned, that it wasn’t all that I had planned for him. No words of this mishap slipped from the heirs mouth, for he knew as did I, that it wouldn’t look to good if the others knew that the “poser” had scared him when no others could… but I had.
This all was at the young age, even then the thoughts of blood and killing possessed my mind, and that way they stayed. Only 2 months later, the foolish colt, now ½ a year as I was my self, forgot my little rule, or at least wasn’t smart enough to look before he leaped. He landed himself into an odd position, my dents clamped around his jugular, and his shanks flying beneath him, struggling to find the ground beneath them. As the crimson began to flow, I let go, words of muttering were given to him before I let him back away. This time, an audience was there, but they were too afraid of what the little poser would do to them if the spoke of the scene. But somehow, it did get out, but this one was a bit harder to hide then the scare that lay across the heir’s neck, for this one was deeper. She was of course ratted out, by none other then the prince himself, and called to speck to the King and Queen of the lands.
They did not receive what they wished. They wished for the little filly to stand still to retrieve her beating, but oh no my dears this wasn’t how Demented was. She gave them quite a fight, and left quite a bit of scaring on her Frisian King, and the Queen, whom had backed away, didn’t receive as much. Her King kicked her out of the harem, for she was too much out of control, but of course my dear readers, this is not where my story ends. I left the herd with out as much as a word, for I knew nothing more was needed, I had left a scare ‘pon the hid of the King and the Prince, so my remembrance still remains with the harem.
But no my dear readers, I promised more, and more you shall get. A year later, my former King died from a battle, unfortunately I wasn’t there to help the attacker, but he seemed to do quite a job. So, as always the next stepped up to the plate, and that was my dear little old prince. I began to watch the harem more closely then I had ever before, interested, and always waiting for the sabotage that I had planned so long ago. The plans still ran clearly in my mind, and I looked again and again for a chance to put them into action. About 1 month after the prince had taken over, I found just my time, perfect. The stars and moon had taken over the sky, tough many had died in the battle to do so, and some had already tucked in for the night, leaving barley any light, but just enough. I took my chances, and went for the dear little prince, alone, and unprotected. My steps were silent, as was my breath. I lowered my empire down as I drew near, dents parting, and with a snap, they closed around his jugular. With a snap the prince attempted to rise, panic showing in his eyes as he spotted the face of his enemy as a child, and his fear. With out warning, my shank lifted form the ground and was sent back down with a thud, pulling his poll towards me, and letting it slide across his façade. My empire was ripped upwards, layers of skin were departed also, and then finally the poor fellow died, just as I had predicted. He was the first slaughter I made, but surely not the last. I left the grounds, only remaining to hear the cries of his beloved mother and Queen as she found him dead, and then I departed, looking for more to slaughter, or at least a place to reside Intel another slaughter was needed. I kept my blood thirstiness satisfied, and then I ended up here… Blood stained, and demented, I have arrived.
This is the end of my story, and the beginning of my new life. These times are my past, and they shall soon relive in my future and my present.
The buckskin minx slid into the new lands, her harks slipped backwards as her dagger dug into the ground, slowing her self into an ungraceful halt. Graceful was not something that Demented was, it just didn’t work. Evil was what she was, what she did, so watch your back. Her plans were not carelessly laid out, and she was no poser, call her one my dear little ones and it shall be your last words spoken, no time shall even be spared to utter you cries of pain. She wouldn’t stand for your foolish games, nor would she participate. She would sit and think rather then waste her time with your foolish little games. She lived to destroy, and loved her job, so watch out, and plan your steps with thought, for she sure has.
The ivory and tawny bitch slipped to her stand still, hidden ‘neath the shades of the trees, and in the shadows, as she stood, her crescents were flaring, drips of blood coming forth every time she exhaled, splattering over the ground she had just destroyed, misting it with the crimson that it wished to shed, to ease its pain. Teasing it, giving it what it could never have on its own. Her harks were listening, taking caution to the surroundings, and awaiting the knight that would soon come. Awaiting her next victim…
-Bloodstained Hurricane
