Post by E t i e n n e on Jul 15, 2007 13:39:31 GMT -5
Ivory bodice glided silently along the darkening horizon. Ashen tresses danced with the gently wafting wind as it drifted through the barrenness of the darken claiming grounds. Arabian, this accursed femme, in lineage and stature. Her body was sleek and streamline and her legs long and strong. It was quite plain to see this one was built for speed and agility.
Icy, obsidian optics drifted over the terra as the she-devil came to a stop. They seemed to be none in sight, but the echoed screams and cries of both pain and pleasure floated along the area for short distances away. Claiming was going on there in the most primal way, both forced and willing. Perhaps one day Fade would join the rakes of willing mares to foal… but then, what dark in there right mind could be satisfied with such a light coated mare?
Her pelt told where she was from. A light bitch turned dark. Never had she fit in there anyway. Always as a young filly in the herd, it was either ‘she’s far too rough’ or ‘she plays freakish mind games’. Fade could not help the fact that they were so easy to manipulate.
Sighing, the beaula pushed the thoughts away. It mattered not of the past any longer. Though her pelt of snowy white, her heart would put the blackest night to shame.
Rearing, she screamed her song to the night.
If you think you can handle me, kings, come!
