dream!
Junior Officer of "On your way"
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Post by dream! on Nov 5, 2010 18:14:50 GMT -5
Alone in this world, the silhoutte of a stallion could just be made out along the borders of Blackmoor Terra. Like a ghost, his legs and locks blended in with the darkness of the sooty trees. His face seemed to be cut, so that only one nostril remained and a hole was in the scalp between the eyes. In the dark, he appeared mutilated. A chunck of his shoulder ripped from the body, awkwardly cut legs ending at the knees. His white body took on a slightly glow in the moonlight, further enhancing this image of the undead. Dark blue eyes with a haunting nothingness within them disturb his onlookers, for in the night, he simply exists. Even though it couldn't be seen, the wind rustled the behemoth stallion's locks, carrassing his feathers and causing him to lean slightly forward as he braced against this gentle force. Nostrils quivered as he took a lusting breath, his sides heaving and lids sliding closed. NOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONENOTDONE
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