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Post by vivica on Feb 6, 2008 16:32:38 GMT -7
Hot breath sprouted forth in fumes from cavernous, flaring nostrils. Her tassel flew out behind her ebony bodice, silky muscles rippling down her lithe frame. She chortled, tossing her head as she danced around the rubble of the run-down buoldings around her. Her hooves echoed as she moved through the broken building's corridor. Her harks flickered as she listened for the sounds of another. Nothing greeted her. She snorted in contempt and annoyance, moving forward. Her cranium bobbed, mane catching the wind as her chest flexed, her powerful limbs carrying her gracefully over and around the ground. She stopped at the rusted, shattered doorway of the building, her liquid eyes searching about carefully. She shook her head, mane billowing around her thick boa.
She gazed over carefully once more before pushing her forlegs up off the ground with one mighty heave. She stiked them upon the air at nothing in particular, imagining a head of an attacker beneath them. She curled them under her chest and thrust out, shrieking loudly upon the air, her call shrill and demanding, yet eerie and melodic. Black Sunshine let her hooves fall, smashing to the ground with a dull thump. She had no place to go, at the moment, and she wished to have one. She chortled, her molten amber optics peering around as she waited, her patience ebbing as rapidly as the day. She had had an upsetting day today. The Hanoverian mare moved away from the doorway, so as she could turn without having to move forth and then turn. Her harks swiveled forth, catching the sounds of the whispering winds and nothing else. |
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Post by sepia on Feb 9, 2008 11:02:18 GMT -7
Bar f i g h t, week night
You d o n t look right, p o o r mite, no b i t e
W a k e up, first l i g h t
This is w h a t we live and what we s e e...
With daggers the hued of light bone the vixen stepped lightly amoungst the rubble and dust. Talons tapping on the buildings concrete floor like the knocking at the door but here permission was not needed to enter a shot down building. Pools down cast she could see the burnt walls, in her mind she could see the captivating flames that would have risen up the walls. Its intense heat licking up at the area turning most things to dust. Dust long settled which now flew up in the air. As soon as it had risen it settlled again but not before reaching up in to her nasal passages causing the vix to sneeze. Lifting her dial Aphina let her duo emeralds gaze around her imediate area but no one had seemed to notice her.
Hearing a thud not far off the young unicorn walked inquisitivly to wards the area the noise had come from. Harks pinned forwards, occaionaly one flipping to face backwards. Arching her boa, the arabian in her showing, making her appearance aweing. Her path took her down a corridor, the scent of an equine thickening. Aphina came to an opening in the wall, walking though these ruins was like walking through a forest of brick work. Stepping high over a fallen object, through the opening. Her cranium spun towards the dark stranger.
'Guttentag ..'
.. && FiNiSHED ..
.. && TWO HUNDRED & TWENTY SEVEN WORDS ..
.. && NOTES - NEiN ..
D a n c e club, strip light
Get d r u n k, no sight, watch it i g n i t e
Live it up t o n i g h t
N o b o d y really c a r e s, but it's n o t for me...
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Post by vivica on Feb 11, 2008 7:28:30 GMT -7
Dull thuds echoed un-lively throughout the ruins as she shifted her weight, still appearing to be ignored, or just unnoticed. She flicked her tassle and annoyedly thrust her head forth, tossing it so it landed at an angle, harks pricked forth. Something had made a noise. Ah. There it was. A sneeze. So another was here, just not showing themself. She tensed her muscles as the scent of another equestrian grew closer and closer. Yet, it didn't seem much of an equine. Or, rather, a 'normal' one. She turned her crania to another, a younger one. But perhaps not. She studied the horn that rested so positively upon the unicorn's head, and her amber eyes trailed back to meet the other's own. She turned her body towards her and let her chest tense, rising up and down in rythym with her lungs. She tossed her head again, her mane falling over her boa like wavy wisps of flame. She lifted her head higher, neck stretched out as she studied the mare.
'Guttentag ..' said the mare. She flicked her harks and chortled, her nostrils flaring as she did so, spumes of hot breath flowing out at a slow pace. She didn't understand what the unicorn had said, but she didn't mind at all. She never took her molten optics off of her, just out of caution. She blinked rarely, for if you encounter a unicorn, you never know what could happen. She snorted and shook her head, moving forward and stopping. She sidled to the left, to the right befoe she settled her wieght again. So uncomfortable! Her eerie, wickedly cold vocals came out at an icy pace,"What is your calling, unicorn?" She awaited her answer calmly, blinking one, twice, thrice. Her gaze settled blankly upon the unicorn before her.
-Ughh!!! Tis' Finished.
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-Bleh....my mse escaped me again. I'm going to assume she spoke...xD excuse me if she hadn't. |
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