Anarchist
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I will fight you, I will die fighting
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Post by Anarchist on Aug 20, 2006 19:13:27 GMT
Small elegant vix storms along, daggers cutting up the yellowed turf, her cranium held high, none shall rule her. She will fight anything, even now; she fights the wind, battling with it. Orbs flash with excitement and malice. Twin spikes pricked, ebon banner streaming out in the wind. Ribbons cut the air as she tosses her dial. Her dun coat gleams and shimmers in the fading light. The sun, a fiery ball sinks below the waves. The only sound, a steady rhythmic beat of shiny hooves, mane snapping in the strong wind. As she reaches the crest of the hill she grinds to a halt. She looks out over the water lashing at the rocks. Her sides heave and she drops her head, tired, but not exhausted. Pleased with herself, she gently drops to her knees then lies down. Heavy lids soon drop into place as she loses consciousness.
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Post by blackness on Aug 20, 2006 23:22:58 GMT
Black Light they called him and for good reason. He gave off no light and hated them. His brother had been weak, curopted by that b.itch whom he was so obsessed with. A snarl escaped his maw rippling up his throat and strumming at his vocals. He eyed her coldly noticing her apart from the others. He stalked forward to stand before her as if awaiting judgment from the she-devil.
Greetings vix. I am Black Light of Bloody Axe River... May I know you're cursing?
His voice dripped with fake respect and scarcasum almost acidic. He wanted to go home and set his plan into motion but he would start a herd first.... Then he would begin his search for her...
He turned his head back to her and await her poisonus words. She was a demoness in truth and he liked her already. She would be a good leader if she accepted his request to join him at his bloody hell...
He bowed his head slightly to her and kept it down so he was eye to eye with her. He could see from her eyes she had an untamable spirit that wouldn't be broken. He liked her already. She wasn't the type who would take orders without a word.
A smirk danced upon his dark grey maw as he stood in silence not even the sound of the birds singing, only the wind through the trees filled the void between them....
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Anarchist
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I will fight you, I will die fighting
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Post by Anarchist on Aug 21, 2006 12:34:34 GMT
She awakes to a snarl, a question. She lifts her dial and scrutinises the stag. He stands proud, like a king, a ruler… Her auds are glued to her skull. She rises from the ground in one smooth movement, and looks him in the eye. Her lanterns shine, not with delight, but with fury, fury that this stallion should think that he could rule one like her. Her kissers part and a low hiss slips forth.
Greetings stag. I am Anarchist of nowhere… May I know you’re cursing?
Her voice is cold and clear, mocking him. His words had disgusted her, so now she throws them right back at him. Also she hates the way he lowers his head to her level like an adult might do with a small child. She moves closer toward him, circling him, her body presses against his for the slightest moment then she moves away, still circling, like a vulture eyeing it’s prey.
She decides she will go with him lest some other useless stallion try and claim her. She does not let her decision show. He was handsome, she would give him that much credit, but could he tame her? Ever since, as a filly, she had left her herd she had stuck by one thing. She would go with none unless they could break her. Many had tried and just as many had failed.
None can rule me, they can try, but what point is there? The end result is always the same. They fail…
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