Post by ^Anna^ on Oct 18, 2008 2:06:46 GMT -5
Slowly, the nigrescent minx made her way into the depths of the lands, the hateful light of Luna trailing her wherever she went. She really hated that, what was so pretty about silvery light anyways? The moon was much better blood red, a hunters moon, a moon for creatures like her.
Dinner plate sized hooves skimmed the earth, befeathered limbs seeming to dance beneath her massive body. She was quite graceful for such a big girl, even if she wasn't much to look at for the moment. If only she'd find some water and wash off a little of the dirt and dried blood. Poor girl, she's a little mentally unstable and quite a bit scarred up.
Crania was refined yet massive, her Percheron blood giving her size and strengh, the Friesian in her giving her grace and beauty. Her mind though, that was quite a different story. Violent and a little crazed, that summed up Alptraum almost perfectly, though the a little crazed some might change to just completely insane. She couldn't help it if her slaying of her own mother had drove her batty, it just had. The old bitch had to die anyway, she couldn't rule forever.
Oh blast! Have I been rambling again? Ah, who really cares, it's all in my head, right? This place is strange, buildings (I think that's what their called), and streets overgrown by grass and weeds. At least it's not completely crammed with others, though I can smell them and their do seem to be quite a few.
Gargantuan harlot makes her way deeper into the maze of fields and meadows, cochlea hidden beneath the tangled knot of her mane. In minute incretements they rise from their almost habitual placing of being slicked back against her skull and as they emerge from beneath her messy locks, it seems that a portion of one is missing. A token of affection from mommy dearest during their battle. The other ran almost the entire length of her left wither, the old bat's teeth really were like razors, she hadn't been kidding about that. Good thing her daughter hadn't inherited her lust for bloodshed, oh no, Alptraum's was much worse. Give her a challenge to fight and be ready for a most willing opponent.
Drawing up short as she neared the inner sanctum of her newest "hell", the black mare was quiet for a few moments. Her mind was working, though not like yours to be sure. After a few more seconds of silent reflection, the beastess parted her lips to reveal stained dentals as she loosed a shriek upon the night air. Gravity was defied almost utterly as without effort, the big witch rose upon her hindlegs and beat a tattoo upon the night air with her fores, shrieking once more. Returning to earth with a heavy thud, the pitch mistress awaited a reply.
Dinner plate sized hooves skimmed the earth, befeathered limbs seeming to dance beneath her massive body. She was quite graceful for such a big girl, even if she wasn't much to look at for the moment. If only she'd find some water and wash off a little of the dirt and dried blood. Poor girl, she's a little mentally unstable and quite a bit scarred up.
Crania was refined yet massive, her Percheron blood giving her size and strengh, the Friesian in her giving her grace and beauty. Her mind though, that was quite a different story. Violent and a little crazed, that summed up Alptraum almost perfectly, though the a little crazed some might change to just completely insane. She couldn't help it if her slaying of her own mother had drove her batty, it just had. The old bitch had to die anyway, she couldn't rule forever.
Oh blast! Have I been rambling again? Ah, who really cares, it's all in my head, right? This place is strange, buildings (I think that's what their called), and streets overgrown by grass and weeds. At least it's not completely crammed with others, though I can smell them and their do seem to be quite a few.
Gargantuan harlot makes her way deeper into the maze of fields and meadows, cochlea hidden beneath the tangled knot of her mane. In minute incretements they rise from their almost habitual placing of being slicked back against her skull and as they emerge from beneath her messy locks, it seems that a portion of one is missing. A token of affection from mommy dearest during their battle. The other ran almost the entire length of her left wither, the old bat's teeth really were like razors, she hadn't been kidding about that. Good thing her daughter hadn't inherited her lust for bloodshed, oh no, Alptraum's was much worse. Give her a challenge to fight and be ready for a most willing opponent.
Drawing up short as she neared the inner sanctum of her newest "hell", the black mare was quiet for a few moments. Her mind was working, though not like yours to be sure. After a few more seconds of silent reflection, the beastess parted her lips to reveal stained dentals as she loosed a shriek upon the night air. Gravity was defied almost utterly as without effort, the big witch rose upon her hindlegs and beat a tattoo upon the night air with her fores, shrieking once more. Returning to earth with a heavy thud, the pitch mistress awaited a reply.
