[//i'm really {n o t} okay]

[[//rouge.]]

Shoulders descended from the point upon her spinal region well hidden by the sinew that poured over bone marrow beneath her hide. Rippling with every ascending movement made into the dreaded land. Thoughts seeped through her mind, swallowing in her own antics, turning her, directing her every move. Her pupettere; so to speak. Whipcord tangled numerous times with either flank, snapping back with a lash at the blood thirsty demons as they attempted to replenish themselfves of their thirsts. Twigs snapped harshly beneath her pedestals as she continued her descent through the frodesence, ducking through the nigrescent shadows. Melarkies burried upon the dreads that cascaded lightly over her crest. The junctions of her labrios coiled in a snarl as regressions seized beneath her, digging ruthlessly into the softened topography beneath her. Come on boys, I've only got so long. Come test your witts in a game of Roulette. Vocals were offered in a low growl, daring them to make a move. This was no simple task, at all. It was quite the.. Game. Did you not listen the first time. Come try. Maybe, just maybe, you'll find her soft side. There is one, believe it or not. Whether you succeed in finding it is another story. Zephyr tore violently through the landscaping in, dragging her tassels into a vigorous ensamble of tangles. Corpse cringed lightly beneath the nip of the xephyrs. Mutters were ushered under breath at the increasing cold weather, the eventide drawing over mid-eve sky. A show of brume in an awning of the azure sky.

[//:Wesson]

((What breed is she? And beutiful posting I might add. ))

~Against the Tide of Many~
Black as night moving through darkness, making my presence unknown. Here for one reason and one, that was all. Peircing teal orbs bore into trees and trails like fire through paper, making my being a slightly scary thought. Large and charcoal, the blood of a Dressage dancer running through my veins as I took the form of a massive friesian stag.
Breaking through the dence wood like a hand through cold running water, I stuck out like a sore thumb inwhite oceans of grainy grass that I trudged through. My body in some kind of a cold sweat. It was awefully warm here to me. Comeing from the tops of the mountains in the lands of Gait. A long gash on my right shoulder had recently closed up, forming a nice scar and causing my leg to limp. I skidded out of my trot and lifted my head, showing my true height. My orbs sweeping over the vast meadows and finally, falling upon the beautiful femme. Her call was one of poison, stinging with her harsh words, but I had no choice but the answer.... Then I have no chioce but to play.

[/i] I answered, my voice more masculine and deeper. A smirk upon my maw...[/center][/color]

[//:Wesson]

((Sorry, I will return when you post))

~Wesson~
I gave a puzzled expression whence I noticed she was not replying to my comment. I stepped back and then turned, I trotted off, to return later....

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