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Post by icy on Jun 23, 2008 12:56:03 GMT -5
>>Dear Diary;; >>>so this was what the world had come to be? where most of my own gender were owned by stallions. yes the stallions. they could own you by forcing you to join their great herds. then once you get there, they'd treat you like a piece of crap. thats what the world was and would always be. well guess what you basturds, some fine lady is now wondering into these forsaken lands and you have the chance to go and try to get her. yeah, its me. now c'mon, c'mon, press your luck and see how far you get. i want to see how good these con-artists are getting now days. so, all i need for this little skit now is; one lovely mare - moi, now all i need is one handsom stallion. well this should be a long day. i haven't seen one of them for the longest time really. i've seen the dumbest ones, you know, the dumb-asses that want to rape you and drag you into the lagoon but have no brains or good enough looks to make you want to go. ah, but once they figuer it out they leave you alone. those are probably the only thing in their head i bet. just enough to know when a vix isn't attracted to you at all. oh but how little had noticed that part of it just throws me off course. seroiusly, who would of thought that there are no smart brutes out there any more? pfft. well you can't just expect them to step out. oh no, they are all dumb asses and i can't believe how retarded it is to even be ruled over by them. but of course they are naturally stronger then us vixens so whatever. we are smarter. brains beats brawns each time. lets see, now to prove this here is an example; so there was a snake. it was slithering by perfectly fine. brawns picks it up and throws it while being bitten and dies. now, brains over there walks around it. its called common sense people. but of course, the stallion, wanting to be all brave and to show off lack common sense in which mares excell in smarts. so, which would you rather be? well of course i need some stud to bring me home, perhaps this certain thing called love can step in. i doubt it though. i'd rather just have him falling for me so i can trample him to pieces. nah, that'd never happen. seriously, who would go for such an ugly vix as me? i can't see anyone.. but remember, stallions are dumb. don't worry, you'll find someone.
a snap to reality
snorting the vix tossed her dial, pawing at the ground a few times before she glanced around nerviously. who would come for her this time? tossing her dial again she reared up, daggers striking out at the air as to put a show on for any stallion that would be lucky enough to see her. alone. landing she sighed, lifting her dial to scan over the lands again. nobody.
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Post by raineh !! on Jun 23, 2008 17:12:17 GMT -5
H E L T E R ☠ S K E L T E R && I'M COMING DOWN FAST
The scenery was peaceful; serenity filled the air on that very day. Colorful autumn leaves scattered upon the topography like bones from a skeleton. The prodigious brute moved as if weights replaced his hooves. Slowly was how he sauntered onward. His cranium was aligned with the rest of his immense bodice. His muscles rippled beneath his glistening russet pelt. Luminous orange lappets closed for a moment, the slight brushing of the ebon crow’s wing made his lids flutter open. His kissers were chapped, torn, and uncared for. The lack of a pink tongue made everything more challenging then they should be. The sinewy hessian was indeed mute. His lanterns flashed toward the hovering crow by the name of Savage. The king had acknowledged the bird as his right hand man since his parents abandoned him in the boiling desert. Though after his cracked flints were coated with their blood, the swift feeling of guilt swept over him. He figured that cutting out his tongue and letting Savage speak for him was the key to getting rid of that horrid emotion. With a few more slashes of daggers the whole town was scattered with carcasses. Who did this doing? He, Helter Skelter, murdered the numerous equines that night. From that bloody night he ventured into the lands of Equivar, where he crowned himself king of the dark alliance.
Helter Skelter slithered past the baring trees; the sun was slowly sinking beneath the horizon. Savage flew just above his large dial as the shadows slowly crept through the lands. His long pillars extending slowly and implanting his talons into the sod, ever piston was moved one at a time in a slow walking pace. His harks flickered at the sound of hooves crunching dried leaves. He motioned his crown to tell Savage to fly ahead and see whom he was to run into in just a few moments. He blinked slowly as he halted and waiting for his soaring friend to arrive back into his sight. With a few ticks of the clock, Savage arrived. Through his beak, words escaped. “A maiden is whom you shall be approaching Helter.” The gladiator nodded his head and walked onward. His gazing pools wandered upon the lone fae just a few moments later. His lashes fell over his eyes then opened again. He flashed a glance over the vixen. He watched her, his gaze never moving and his eyes never blinking, as she reared and landed upon the ground once again. He smirked slyly then looked toward Savage. “Dear maiden, this is Helter Skelter, the dark king. He sends his greetings, and asks what your name might be.”
Helter looked away from the dove for a moment, he wasn’t one for proper greetings. Though he couldn’t control the fact that Savage liked to be polite and liked to be kind to others. Helter looked back toward the wench with his luminous titian ooids. His stare was cold, and not generous like the other brutes. He had his own beliefs of darks, and murdering others for no reason wasn’t one of them. Though yes, he does do that, he doesn’t believe that is what makes him a true dark. The shadowed alliance was supposed to be more than that, and the other broncs of the alliance were twisted and messed up. The fact that they believe that murdering and devouring other equines makes them a true dark, is just insane as it is. Though Helter knows the difference from a wannabe and a true dark. This minx, he could tell, wasn’t even a part of his alliance. Why he bothered was just another question of many. He believed on extending his herd with many equines, though he liked to only include the true ones of his alliance, he also took chances on the undecided neutrals, for they could easily be molded into a fine dark. Perhaps this maiden would be one of that kind, or is she just another loner who just though that brutes should jump off a cliff because they are obnoxious and disrespectful? That was what Helter Skelter would have to find out.
p u p p e t HELTER SKELTER feat. SAVAGE s t a t u s COMPLETE w o r d s 690 n o t e s WOOT WOOT FOR SKELLY !! XD
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Post by chemistryy™ on Jun 23, 2008 22:50:26 GMT -5
ooc; -glare- meanie. now i have competition.
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