Post by fall on Dec 8, 2005 16:58:22 GMT -5
.Just.
Swift grace of the bi-coloured femme triumphs as prancers propelled a slim form into the lands which she both despised, and adored. Molten brown blotches apon a pelt of alabaster prickles through the night air like a bee sting. Pinnacles lazily flickering foreward and backward, following the rhythm of her steady two-beat strides. Smirk flicked across her facade as she thought of the joys she would face at teasing the studs to their deaths, making them squirm in her wake. Oh how she dreamed. But it was not power that she lusted for, not like those light posers who thought that is they gained power then horses would believe that they weren't complete wastes of space. Smirk of amusement transformed into an ugly snarl as she thought of the puny lights, their hope and happiness. Oh how Insomnia longed to crush it with one delicate seeming talon of hers. How she wanted to press it into their flesh and feel the warmth of their blood oozing out of their wounds as Insomnia made them die a very slow, painful death. Like crushing someone with a bulldozer going at 2 miles a hour, with them lashing and begging for mercy at the cruel heart of the darks, but they would find none, and their last breath would leave them with a harsh, choking rattle, like a soft toy going for its last squeak. Never to make another sound again.
.Close.
Sharp judder of her hooves against the cool, hard rock brought her back to reality like a cold shower. Pitiless pools resumed their sharpness as her beats gently lowered themselves down to a walk, russet hock-kisser swaying ruthlessly apon her sides, bringing scarlet blood to the surface like a cat-o'-nine tails, lashing down on the flesh of a living soul. Orbs penetrated the gloom with a fierce hunger, like a veteran gazing hungrily at frolicking children. Twin peaks rested comfortably apon her poll, used to being strung up there. The wind whipped the trees up, making the branches themselves quiver with a dangerous secret. Danger whispered its very meaning along the dropping leaves. Dreadlocks rose and fell on Insomnia's nape as pearl dial bobbed up and down to the beat of obsidian daggers against the cold sod beneath a delicate bodice.
.Your.
Her name suited her attitude. No being could rest once they had met the demoness herself. They would wither away inside their cushions that protected them normally from the dangers outside. The pathetic stags that thought that they could own the beast that rested within her corpse, waiting to come out and strike. Peds ceased their pacings as the bitch raised her head to let out her scream of defiance. Demonic smirk enclosed on her terrible facade. Ivories parted slowly as her death cry was emitted from velvet labrums. Without thinking, the hessiana kicked herself up onto her hinds to do the battle dance. Fores rose up into [500 words!]the air to kick ruthlessly into the unmerciful darkness, boxing desperately at the air. But she realized her vulnerability, and lent her weight forewords so that she landed back to the earth with a gentle thud that echoed around the clearing, bouncing off the trees like rubber.
.Eyes.
Oh how she wished that she could tell the selfish hellions what they were going to get into if they claimed her, but mostly she wanted to keep it a secret. Let them find out for themselves. It was only a matter of time before their last screams would be heard among this new place that she had ventured into. It didn't seem such a dark place, yet. But she would see. There had been too many lights that she had seen, and that spoilt the effect, but only a truely dark hellion would be able to change her view. Snarls of malcontent drifted from her larynx as she spotted yet another light couple making their way home. Oh how she wished that she could leap out there and slit the lights' throats, then all would be fine. But Insom would have to build herself an army of darks to break the lights. Destroy their whole race, murder every single one of their newborn foals with the mothers watching as their backs broke. Insom's mouth began to water as she thought of the bloodshed that would reap the land if her dream were to comne true. But that was what Insomnia was here for, as if she was sent from Lucifer Himself. The god of all death, pain and torture.
.Softly.
Swift grace of the bi-coloured femme triumphs as prancers propelled a slim form into the lands which she both despised, and adored. Molten brown blotches apon a pelt of alabaster prickles through the night air like a bee sting. Pinnacles lazily flickering foreward and backward, following the rhythm of her steady two-beat strides. Smirk flicked across her facade as she thought of the joys she would face at teasing the studs to their deaths, making them squirm in her wake. Oh how she dreamed. But it was not power that she lusted for, not like those light posers who thought that is they gained power then horses would believe that they weren't complete wastes of space. Smirk of amusement transformed into an ugly snarl as she thought of the puny lights, their hope and happiness. Oh how Insomnia longed to crush it with one delicate seeming talon of hers. How she wanted to press it into their flesh and feel the warmth of their blood oozing out of their wounds as Insomnia made them die a very slow, painful death. Like crushing someone with a bulldozer going at 2 miles a hour, with them lashing and begging for mercy at the cruel heart of the darks, but they would find none, and their last breath would leave them with a harsh, choking rattle, like a soft toy going for its last squeak. Never to make another sound again.
.Close.
Sharp judder of her hooves against the cool, hard rock brought her back to reality like a cold shower. Pitiless pools resumed their sharpness as her beats gently lowered themselves down to a walk, russet hock-kisser swaying ruthlessly apon her sides, bringing scarlet blood to the surface like a cat-o'-nine tails, lashing down on the flesh of a living soul. Orbs penetrated the gloom with a fierce hunger, like a veteran gazing hungrily at frolicking children. Twin peaks rested comfortably apon her poll, used to being strung up there. The wind whipped the trees up, making the branches themselves quiver with a dangerous secret. Danger whispered its very meaning along the dropping leaves. Dreadlocks rose and fell on Insomnia's nape as pearl dial bobbed up and down to the beat of obsidian daggers against the cold sod beneath a delicate bodice.
.Your.
Her name suited her attitude. No being could rest once they had met the demoness herself. They would wither away inside their cushions that protected them normally from the dangers outside. The pathetic stags that thought that they could own the beast that rested within her corpse, waiting to come out and strike. Peds ceased their pacings as the bitch raised her head to let out her scream of defiance. Demonic smirk enclosed on her terrible facade. Ivories parted slowly as her death cry was emitted from velvet labrums. Without thinking, the hessiana kicked herself up onto her hinds to do the battle dance. Fores rose up into [500 words!]the air to kick ruthlessly into the unmerciful darkness, boxing desperately at the air. But she realized her vulnerability, and lent her weight forewords so that she landed back to the earth with a gentle thud that echoed around the clearing, bouncing off the trees like rubber.
.Eyes.
Oh how she wished that she could tell the selfish hellions what they were going to get into if they claimed her, but mostly she wanted to keep it a secret. Let them find out for themselves. It was only a matter of time before their last screams would be heard among this new place that she had ventured into. It didn't seem such a dark place, yet. But she would see. There had been too many lights that she had seen, and that spoilt the effect, but only a truely dark hellion would be able to change her view. Snarls of malcontent drifted from her larynx as she spotted yet another light couple making their way home. Oh how she wished that she could leap out there and slit the lights' throats, then all would be fine. But Insom would have to build herself an army of darks to break the lights. Destroy their whole race, murder every single one of their newborn foals with the mothers watching as their backs broke. Insom's mouth began to water as she thought of the bloodshed that would reap the land if her dream were to comne true. But that was what Insomnia was here for, as if she was sent from Lucifer Himself. The god of all death, pain and torture.
.Softly.
xInsomniax
