Post by remington on Jun 5, 2007 16:49:34 GMT -5
Darkness fell pon the cold terra. Night fall arrived quickly as no stars dared shine down on the vixen rushing through the lands. Shadows loomed every were surrounding the snow ashen ed pelt of the she devil. She had been dubbed Sahara. Why she did not know the reason but thus it was her curse. Every equine who dared approach her met their death. Unless they seemed worthy enough to hear lyrics shed by she. She had no fear and felt no pain. If another hated her it was one less equine to deal with.
The vixen flew through the terra with tassels caught in the breeze and pushed them back wards. Iron daggers struck the cold darkened earth with passion. She lived for killing. Taking the life of others was what kept her alive. She strived for blood. Blood was her passion. The cold earth made no sounds with the thump of her iron daggers as she continued to fly through the terra.
Auds pinned flat against her skull as flames began to appear from beneath her iron daggers. Smirk played pon maw as she form was suddenly changed into a black wolf. Now auds unpinned and flicked at every noise. Sharp ivories flashed in the midnight darkness. The claws on her paws scraped at the earth with every met. Orbs rolled over the terra until he spotted his prey. A small animal alone in the darkness. Talons left the ground as she pounced pon the animal. Soon there was nothing left of it. Dial came up and maw smirked. In a flash the fae was once again an equine.
Smirk played pon maw as she turned and thundered down her path with full speed showing her true Arabian heritage with pride. Ivories shown with the blood of her previous prey at any and all living forms that dared get in her way as she made her way through the deep shadows that loomed over head. She wished to reach a point at which at which an equine would discover her...
