Post by LunaBellum ☾ on Nov 23, 2010 20:23:32 GMT -5
ஓ Her ivory cranium lifted slowly with a smirk that could make any foal shudder, the hooves that carried her muscular yet feminine body, rose and fell with the rhythm of fours. Nares flexed, inhaling and exhaling silently, there was no noise, not even her soft hoof beats could be heard from inside her mind. Everything was blocked out, she was one hundred percent concentrating on the one and only thing she yearned for. Domination. The sunlight seemed to try to avoid her worthless hide, but her beauty was far too much of an envy to resist, so it danced along the tips of her coat only every so often disappearing when the shadows took over. The banshee's bright emerald orbs were glazed over with hate as she walked towards her destination, knowing that if any wench ever tried to take her black diamond crown, they would be paying in blood. She clenched and unclenched her jaw, audits held themselves back listening for any approach while her ebony copper tresses swung helplessly behind her. Razz held her body with confidence and royalty, she wore each and every fucking scar with pride knowing each mother fucker who gave her the scars. The fae's expression turned to ice thinking about her past, knowing she couldn't remember the last time her world was intact and not falling apart with the sound of war cries pounding in her ears. Even though Razz was a very independent mare, the thought of having someone to be there for her body warm within herself. The feeling was quickly pushed to the back of her mind, she hated being a female, they always had these little things called emotions. She stopped in her tracks to look up at the darkening sky, she inhaled to get the scents memorized. This was hers, it was all she had. This was her world, she owned it from now on.
ஓ Razz could literally go for miles without getting tiered, she was both a runner and a fighter. However, if she had to choose fight or flight, fight would be her only option according to her. Razz lengthened her strides, taking deep breaths keeping her eyes forward thinking about nothing. Raspberry was Razz, she no one else, she didnt give a shit about anyone, and was determined to never care about anyone personally. Of course, she would have to care for her army, but nothing would be permanent. Her audits began to flicker as if she was having a spaz attack, the whispers wouldn't shut up! Razz was anxious as she slowed into a jig entering what was known as Blackmoor Terra. This was exactly like the shit holes she hung out in. She had no exact purpose for her appearance here, just thought she'd check things out. After all, she needed someone to help break in the new Royal Land.
major suck post, and it was recycled. Please make do with it, will get better. =)