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Post by gordyluv ♥'s you! on Jul 27, 2009 9:32:53 GMT 10
The dark mare wandered through the forest, wreaking havoc on the land, pushing trees down with her winds. She was angry, to say the least, and she wanted to destroy. She made a vow to herself to kill the first non-dark she came across, or try to at least.
"No one wants me!" she yelled angrily, the words separated by the vicious cracks of trees falling from under her winds. She was desperate for a mate, for a herd, for someone.
"Ha!" she cackled as she blew a nest of finches out of their nest, the babies falling to the ground as the mother followed them with her gaze, squawking at them to do something.
She weaved through the trees, and locked on to the small area just up ahead. She galloped faster, anticipating the joy of tormenting the first one she saw there.
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Post by cantora on Jul 28, 2009 1:43:25 GMT 10
Athena Pain is just a way to make you feel something..anything at all. but for one who has lost its soul, pain just another annoyance that works its little fingertips in and rips and tares. for one who has no soul, day is eternal and night is never long enough, you slink around and try to find a way to hide from the suns ever so haunting rays of life. for the night brings you peace, death. I am very much a creature of the night, never more than a ghost lurking in the shadows, waiting for its next kill. many call me a mirage, never there to begin with, even if you are looking straight at me. when your eyes become a one way door, only a mirror to the outside wold, equines know that all is lost with me. that is usualy when i take leave. my heart is frozen over, never to feel emotion again, thats how it should be, atleast for one who has no soul. Tawney frame moved slowly through the trees, ghostly and ominous. ashen occs scaned the surface of the earth for any movements, but she found none. charred pillers lifted and fell once more with no sound, like they never existed. she was not looking for anything inparticular, but she was moving for the simple fact she had nothing better to do. she was lost in her own mind, thinking of ways to tortrure others. to make them feel the pain that she wanted to feel all along. for that is why she was a ghost, cursed to haunt these lands for the rest of her natural born life. it was not a curse she took lightly. she was a solitary creature, never expecting or counting on company. if anyone would be the death of her it would be herself, she would be the only one to lye herself to eturnal sleep. but she was already half way there, being the epitome of the living dead, she was ever so close to her own fate. but as many of the darker spirits are taught, Death itself is peaceful, Living is what is hard. once the blackness digs its icy daggers in and drags you under the water, not many things can or will bring you back to the surface. its just a stone cold fact. Icy mirriors flicked back and forth, not really focusing on anything in particular. Harks swivled round and round on her Lucid crown. she lowered her nares to the earth, and gave a loud snort in disaproval. she knew someone was comming, and fast, she could not tell what aliance they were, but she hoped it would be some one who had a sence of humor, she was going to play a game. and with that she Shivered once all over her body, and just like that, she was invisable to the untrained eye, that was a perk of being a ghost, she could disaper at any given moment, that was her favorite part. and here she would wait for the equine to show itself, and when it did, let the games begin. |
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Post by gordyluv ♥'s you! on Jul 28, 2009 22:34:21 GMT 10
Vein felt the presence of another horse, but she didn't care enough to worry. She screamed again, rearing and shooting another pulse of air towards a large tree, cracking it with the burst. Leaves fell around the mare, and her wind blew her black mane forward. She blew air in all directions, then spiraled them towards her. A tornado formed, sucking leaves and chunks of grass into the swirling bit of wind.
She hoped that the hidden horse would scream, make some noise that Vein could use, enjoy. Something to signal it's location so she could point the twister in that direction. She waited, holding the tornado next to her, letting it grow, ripping small trees from the ground.
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Post by cantora on Jul 30, 2009 9:10:05 GMT 10
Athena She watched silently as the mare infront of her began to manipulate the air arround her, so she was of the air element, lovely. her little show was powerful, but not impressive. atleast not to athena, this mare could not even disapear. she did not make a move, she wanted to wait on the other mare to chill out. she could play games with her very easy. and thats what she planed. She moved silently, still invisable, arround and arround the mare, she was throwing a tempertantrum, how sad. well she would just have to get over that. she stoped right behind the mare and spoke very soft words, as if they were not even there to begin with.. now, now.. what seems to be the problem with the little mare.. her words were harsh and sarcastic, she wanted her to turn and point the tornado tward her, of course it would be to no avil, she would dodge it, by becoming compleatly a ghost. it was as simple as shakeing her pelt. as long as she was in ghost form, no one could touch her. |
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Post by gordyluv ♥'s you! on Aug 10, 2009 1:26:18 GMT 10
"Finally. Something to do. Ha. You dare challenge me ghost? I don't need to see you to trap you in a microburst!" Vein angled her tornado towards the voice, making it grow. Before throwing it, she spoke.
"Of what alliance are you? I do not kill my allies. If you are of the dark, loyal to Rockstar alone, speak now and I will spare you!"
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