Post by killkeeriani on Dec 21, 2005 0:03:12 GMT -5
A blanket of darkness had been trown over the lands, leaving the equine to find her own way, and not depend on the bright light in the sky. Thick the blanket was, perching 'pon diffrent places of the forest, and falling heavy ontop the sholders of some. It lay heavy, sufficating the weak of heart, pushing the soul from them, and sent it flying twords the heavens. Others there was no soul to let lose from the bars that it lay behind, already was it to cleaver enough to free its self from the rotting insides of those dark enough, breack free of the death trap. But those souls dark enough to leave there owner, floated not upwords, for there nasty deeds couldn't be ridded, and they couldn't be pured. But those cleaver souls droped down, density not allowing them to float, and they drop strait down into hell, to burn up and turn into ashes.
Around and around we go, toughts slipping in and out of the deranged mind of the bitch before you. Blood spilled across the plians, massacured bods, limbs and insides spilled amoungst the land. Not only of her enemies but her followers. Followers they may be, following her, she wouldn't object to lead, but weather or not she lead them down the easy one was her choice. It was simply not her fault if they couldn't handle what the bitch they were following dished out. Clones were not a good thing in her opinion, well, twas fun to watch each and everyone mess up, one after the other, acting like a dumb crap. So, amusing it was for her, but never would she be caught dead amongst them. Beside them, laughing her ass of, yes, but never amoung them. Ah, never was she one amoung the crowd, hah twould be quite an amusing site to see her try to fit in with those foolish posers... But it was entertainment that would never happen.
The sleek carcuss of the ess slipped threw the trees, being anything but graceful. Grace wasn't something that came with her odd frame, Quarter horse, or so they claimed. When she slipped though them, she acctually did just that, peices of her torn hide getting caught within the finger tips of the trees, peices of her painted pelt being left with the trees, leaving a bit of her Legacy with them. She stalked forwards, flints striking 'pon hells roof tops with out the slightest concederation... But truthfully, what was there to consider. Sure, the blades of living grass that lay there, but really did such pitiful excuses for living creatures deserve to live if all they did was lie there while trampled... As she crossed the bonderies, she did nothing to silence her self, truthfully, what was the use? She was arriving, and her pressence would be known soon enough? She was a huge ass creature, why not be loud and proud then look like a git prancing forwards on tippy toes, trying to make little noise? Psh, the foolish little fairys. She let her empire hang low, and gave it a jolt, letting it jump upwards as her shanks stoped there work 'neath her, letting her bod slid into a stand still.
Toughts slipped in and out of her mind, toughts about her past, her present, and her future... Tough her past was huge, everysecound it gained another tought, another memorie to hold, to contain in the large sac. Just like a little spoiled rich kid they where, Every molment the opening to the past sac was yanked open, and an old broken toy shoved in, just as the other hand reached in the bag of new toys, the bag of future toys. The past, all of those molments that seem not to be important, the future, those new things that await us... suprise as we look into the sac filled with new. And the Present, the small time at witch it takes the toy to pass from the new sac to the old, those molments the toy touches the rich childs hands, no more, and none before. The present was to short to be wasted, as was life its self...
Her carcuss slid to a stand still, completly still she stood intell an intake of breath was taken, only to be sent rushing back out from her concaves at once, frosty and cold, it lay visible in shock, only for a mere molment before it was trown into the wild life, and became transparent once more. Blending in to the crowd... Seen as nothing at all, just another no body amoungst the land of them... Never was anything diffrent seen amoungst them these days... She would refuse to be pushed aside, like she had always been. She wouldn't let some foolish poser take it, and comand there army of clones... She had seen it happen to many times, ah, such a brillent choice it seemed to the others, placing one of the pack to rule the rest, to make them happy. Always pushing her out of the question because she was diffrent, strong... Willing to lash out. She was placed below the rest, for the King always felt if they placed her beside them, she would take over... BLah, at least they got one thing right. So the clone got the thrown, ah it seemed to be so smart, that was until the clone droped, made a mistake, and all copyed her, for they knew no better, having no brains to think for them selfs... They perish... And I watch laughing as the clones lead them self into death, and the King is proved wrong once more... Ah... Dumb ass holes they all where, over and over she saw it happen, and never once had she seen a stag steap out of the clone mode, and see her for what she really was... Herself.
Ah, the pure shame... But then again, it was a new day, a new toy to play with... Maybe she could land her self in a worthy postion... Now if she could just find the bastard or erm... King that she would so kindly share her... or their Kingdom with. But then again... she could always watch the others rise to the top and fall, just for laughs...
Slowly she let her appendages start to curn the ground beneath her once more, slidding forwards into an anything but graceful one beat, crashing into the fingers that attempted to grasp her what could be lovley pelt, ignoring the supposed pain that was running across her plet. She let her lamps scan the slush filled lands, scanning for an empty place in the terrain. Slowly she spoted an empty place, shadowy and under the outstreched arms of a huge oak tree. Ah, Target and lock. Empire tilted upwords so her lanturns could look before her, dreads forming her sight to be slightly distorted, but it only took a matter of secounds for her to spot the tree whitch she assumed to be unclaimed, She let her empire shake softly, picking its self up to its normal height and letting her shanks lead her slowly twords the target.
Her postion seemed to be relaxed, like she didn't see any threat, but her bod was tence, ready to respond to anything anyone decided to dish out... For she knew that if this was the claiming grounds, there would be many foolish bastards lurcking here, waiting to see what would happen. Luck may have graced them with iits pressence multiple times... but Aasifa was of a diffrent breed of ess... And luck would flea from her.
The gap closed slowly between the tree and the ess, finnally becoming non exsistant as Aasifa slipped into an abrubt standstill beneath its outstreched fingers. Her harks slipped backwords, making her features even less apealing then they had been. Labrums curled backwords to let her yellowing dents be exposed, odd sent of dry blood drifting slowing into the atmosphere around them. As slowly as they had opend, they closed, awaiting a need to open. Weather it be to speak, or to kill.
Around and around we go, toughts slipping in and out of the deranged mind of the bitch before you. Blood spilled across the plians, massacured bods, limbs and insides spilled amoungst the land. Not only of her enemies but her followers. Followers they may be, following her, she wouldn't object to lead, but weather or not she lead them down the easy one was her choice. It was simply not her fault if they couldn't handle what the bitch they were following dished out. Clones were not a good thing in her opinion, well, twas fun to watch each and everyone mess up, one after the other, acting like a dumb crap. So, amusing it was for her, but never would she be caught dead amongst them. Beside them, laughing her ass of, yes, but never amoung them. Ah, never was she one amoung the crowd, hah twould be quite an amusing site to see her try to fit in with those foolish posers... But it was entertainment that would never happen.
The sleek carcuss of the ess slipped threw the trees, being anything but graceful. Grace wasn't something that came with her odd frame, Quarter horse, or so they claimed. When she slipped though them, she acctually did just that, peices of her torn hide getting caught within the finger tips of the trees, peices of her painted pelt being left with the trees, leaving a bit of her Legacy with them. She stalked forwards, flints striking 'pon hells roof tops with out the slightest concederation... But truthfully, what was there to consider. Sure, the blades of living grass that lay there, but really did such pitiful excuses for living creatures deserve to live if all they did was lie there while trampled... As she crossed the bonderies, she did nothing to silence her self, truthfully, what was the use? She was arriving, and her pressence would be known soon enough? She was a huge ass creature, why not be loud and proud then look like a git prancing forwards on tippy toes, trying to make little noise? Psh, the foolish little fairys. She let her empire hang low, and gave it a jolt, letting it jump upwards as her shanks stoped there work 'neath her, letting her bod slid into a stand still.
Toughts slipped in and out of her mind, toughts about her past, her present, and her future... Tough her past was huge, everysecound it gained another tought, another memorie to hold, to contain in the large sac. Just like a little spoiled rich kid they where, Every molment the opening to the past sac was yanked open, and an old broken toy shoved in, just as the other hand reached in the bag of new toys, the bag of future toys. The past, all of those molments that seem not to be important, the future, those new things that await us... suprise as we look into the sac filled with new. And the Present, the small time at witch it takes the toy to pass from the new sac to the old, those molments the toy touches the rich childs hands, no more, and none before. The present was to short to be wasted, as was life its self...
Her carcuss slid to a stand still, completly still she stood intell an intake of breath was taken, only to be sent rushing back out from her concaves at once, frosty and cold, it lay visible in shock, only for a mere molment before it was trown into the wild life, and became transparent once more. Blending in to the crowd... Seen as nothing at all, just another no body amoungst the land of them... Never was anything diffrent seen amoungst them these days... She would refuse to be pushed aside, like she had always been. She wouldn't let some foolish poser take it, and comand there army of clones... She had seen it happen to many times, ah, such a brillent choice it seemed to the others, placing one of the pack to rule the rest, to make them happy. Always pushing her out of the question because she was diffrent, strong... Willing to lash out. She was placed below the rest, for the King always felt if they placed her beside them, she would take over... BLah, at least they got one thing right. So the clone got the thrown, ah it seemed to be so smart, that was until the clone droped, made a mistake, and all copyed her, for they knew no better, having no brains to think for them selfs... They perish... And I watch laughing as the clones lead them self into death, and the King is proved wrong once more... Ah... Dumb ass holes they all where, over and over she saw it happen, and never once had she seen a stag steap out of the clone mode, and see her for what she really was... Herself.
Ah, the pure shame... But then again, it was a new day, a new toy to play with... Maybe she could land her self in a worthy postion... Now if she could just find the bastard or erm... King that she would so kindly share her... or their Kingdom with. But then again... she could always watch the others rise to the top and fall, just for laughs...
Slowly she let her appendages start to curn the ground beneath her once more, slidding forwards into an anything but graceful one beat, crashing into the fingers that attempted to grasp her what could be lovley pelt, ignoring the supposed pain that was running across her plet. She let her lamps scan the slush filled lands, scanning for an empty place in the terrain. Slowly she spoted an empty place, shadowy and under the outstreched arms of a huge oak tree. Ah, Target and lock. Empire tilted upwords so her lanturns could look before her, dreads forming her sight to be slightly distorted, but it only took a matter of secounds for her to spot the tree whitch she assumed to be unclaimed, She let her empire shake softly, picking its self up to its normal height and letting her shanks lead her slowly twords the target.
Her postion seemed to be relaxed, like she didn't see any threat, but her bod was tence, ready to respond to anything anyone decided to dish out... For she knew that if this was the claiming grounds, there would be many foolish bastards lurcking here, waiting to see what would happen. Luck may have graced them with iits pressence multiple times... but Aasifa was of a diffrent breed of ess... And luck would flea from her.
The gap closed slowly between the tree and the ess, finnally becoming non exsistant as Aasifa slipped into an abrubt standstill beneath its outstreched fingers. Her harks slipped backwords, making her features even less apealing then they had been. Labrums curled backwords to let her yellowing dents be exposed, odd sent of dry blood drifting slowing into the atmosphere around them. As slowly as they had opend, they closed, awaiting a need to open. Weather it be to speak, or to kill.
