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|  | I Am The .Omen. of Death
« Thread Started on Jul 18, 2006, 11:31am » | ![[Quote]](http://s1.images.proboards.com/buttons/quote.gif) |
Let the heavens above hold the purest of souls,those who let no evil creap into their hearts. Angels above sing and dance in merriment as Lonely Freedom holds many just spirits,the equines that shall gallope into the ever swimming ships called clouds. They sail across the light azhure sea above,which is only a wall to hide the unknown beyound. Golden gates welcome so many new creatures every day,and yet below this and even lower than earth is a place known only in the nightmares of little foals. Flames run across the walkways of every hall in the underworld. Demons walk in thier home,blood splattering forms as they drag down yet more screaming innocents in which have been kidnapped for the sick amusement of the Nameless One himself. Well,the ruler of hell has a dubbance it is just not spoken very often. Except,amoung the dark hearted equids that travel in small packs and destroy the lives of so many neutrals and lights every day. Like shadows they creep amoung the darkness to reach the destination that their lord has told them to go. Once there,the small band of horses fulfill their mission that was given to them. Some live out their lives to bow to the Devil,and other darks just choose to use their power in different ways. Was it so bad that some want freedom and choose to be independent from their kin?
Thump-thud....thump-thud....thump-thud went the beat of the beast's gait as it traveled through the forest to reach an unknown place. It had nowhere to go and all the time in the world to get there. Twas not like the human world,where you traveled in a car and had to follow certain rules upon the roads. The path that this creature followed was only set by instinict,and sometimes the shadowy figure moved at sharp angels to avoid an inpassable obsticle. Say a leaning tree and logs stacked up to high for it jump gracefully over. The small light patches above barely gave away only the deep midnight hue of the silky coat. The trees began to thin out as the realm dubbed the Meadow drew every closer. Smile passed over the mug of this unknown being,finally it had reached a place suitable to settle down for abit and rest before possibley starting off to go stir up alittle excitement amoung the herds. From the shadows of the forest trotted a raven mare,her banner and whipcords waving behind her as if to say good-bye to the trees that had hidden them for so long. From each strand fell a droplet of the salty ocean in which had carried this gypsy for so long. Still her canvas stunk of the sodium aqua,and she wished dearly to be able to roll the grass to both dry off and get a fresh scent upon her. The estrus pouring from her cavern was really annoying,and she slightly getting sick having to smell it so often. Of well,life was flipping life right?
Impish smile crossed the dark sorceress's kissers as she lay down then began to roll about the knee high grass. Oh,that feels so good. The thought crossed her mind in a hurry just before she leaned over and began to get up again. Now dry and crisp in the island's scent,the witch raised her head high and pranced about. Paper thins flared,taking in the aromas of those other femmoras as they began to follow a stud home to become part of a harem. So,this must be where a stupid stag comes to greet me then tries to steal my heart so that he can jump atop me and pump foals into my womb. The sick amusement crossed her mind as she tossed her dial,letting the obsidian forelock brush to the side of her visage and staying there. Large occulis blinked,long lashes drawing closed over the deep hazel eyes before opening once more to let their vision slip about. It was the same everywhere she went,so why come here and begin to try once again to find that one lord in which could handle her? If no stallion came within the day,then she would visit a few neutrals and lights to stir up some trouble. Again,that wicked smile drew the edges of her jowls back. For one,this tawny cloaked nymph was no friend to any good hearted studs such as Mattverick,Santo Domingo,or Schrei. Those leads would do good to stay away,for their harem would be ripped about little by little if they even let this vix near their princesses.
As the dark doe paced back and forth,a trail in the tall grass formed from her unpatient actions. Here and there she would snatch at the blades to settle her stomach,but not alot at one time. Often did she sigh,and more often did she roll her eyes. Yet one would like to know why the czaress had not already left,for no chains physically held her back. Yet mentally was she tied to this province,for by instinct did she wait a commander to come and roll his dice for a chance to have her. Yet the way she acts,it is clear that one such as she is the devil's follower. Maybe not directly does she follow his orders,but still his voice whispers in the back of her mind every once in awhile. As the beautiful whor*re begins to step in a tight circle,her muscular haunches work perfectly for this. Has not Aphrodite herself bred with Posideon to create such perfection? The godess of beauty and god of horses truly have layed their expert hands upon this little enchantress. If only their whispers carried on the wind to speak her alias. Wouldn't you like to know your temptation's name? Of course,but who wouldn't desire the same thing?
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