Post by Twister on Dec 13, 2005 20:07:43 GMT -5
alias: revion
emulsion: russet
defined: fatale
alignment: dark
winters: two
Ashen flints struck the alabaster sod as the emeralds beneath the precipitation crunched. Her keen onyx lenses sought out the timbers and the sanctuary they offered. Mentally and physically. But as the frost fell faster from the atmosphere the fatale could tell her chances were slight.
Maybe leaving was a mistake. Maybe. But that wasn’t her wrong move. It was when she snapped that it all happened. T’was true, but it seemed that the aging ess needed it. No. Why did it seem that her organs no longer beat in the rhythmic way they used to? Why… Darkness was overcoming her, yes. But so sudden, so…
She couldn’t finish. The femora’s sudden change in everything had shocked all equids, but mostly she. Once her skull remembered being favored by all. Now it seemed at her curse some cringe in fear, while others swear to destroy her. But why so sudden? The vixen knew it was going to happen, it did to all the others. But not this sudden and why her. Why….
Thrusting her cranium forward as she arched her splenius the hembra’s only thoughts that echoed through her skull were not survival but being only oblivion to all. She had caused so much pain it almost now felt unbearable. Yet why then did she continue to act in her gross matter? As her pistonites continued on their journey her oculi caught sight of a new terrain.
Yes maybe this is a chance I have been waiting for. A chance for survival. A chance for life. A chance for love. A chance for starting anew. My past un-known to all…
So the hessian continued on her journey hopes high, but expectations truly low. For some strange reason she felt she was going to blow it here too.
*apple* I’m sorry I know it is pretty hard to understand and/or that it is quite long also but because of the computer incident I was quite bored and just typed it up on Microsoft Word. (This is Charhisma Just so you don’t get freaked out wondering who I am)
emulsion: russet
defined: fatale
alignment: dark
winters: two
Ashen flints struck the alabaster sod as the emeralds beneath the precipitation crunched. Her keen onyx lenses sought out the timbers and the sanctuary they offered. Mentally and physically. But as the frost fell faster from the atmosphere the fatale could tell her chances were slight.
Maybe leaving was a mistake. Maybe. But that wasn’t her wrong move. It was when she snapped that it all happened. T’was true, but it seemed that the aging ess needed it. No. Why did it seem that her organs no longer beat in the rhythmic way they used to? Why… Darkness was overcoming her, yes. But so sudden, so…
She couldn’t finish. The femora’s sudden change in everything had shocked all equids, but mostly she. Once her skull remembered being favored by all. Now it seemed at her curse some cringe in fear, while others swear to destroy her. But why so sudden? The vixen knew it was going to happen, it did to all the others. But not this sudden and why her. Why….
Thrusting her cranium forward as she arched her splenius the hembra’s only thoughts that echoed through her skull were not survival but being only oblivion to all. She had caused so much pain it almost now felt unbearable. Yet why then did she continue to act in her gross matter? As her pistonites continued on their journey her oculi caught sight of a new terrain.
Yes maybe this is a chance I have been waiting for. A chance for survival. A chance for life. A chance for love. A chance for starting anew. My past un-known to all…
So the hessian continued on her journey hopes high, but expectations truly low. For some strange reason she felt she was going to blow it here too.
*apple* I’m sorry I know it is pretty hard to understand and/or that it is quite long also but because of the computer incident I was quite bored and just typed it up on Microsoft Word. (This is Charhisma Just so you don’t get freaked out wondering who I am)
So I guess I shall just use Twister
sorry no ideas were sprouting