Post by .x.Leader of Lost Souls.x. on Jun 12, 2007 9:23:02 GMT -5
.x.Je Peux Voir Votre Crainte.x
Stood on the very end of the tattered ditch, staring down its long, curving path. Dark brown optics stared ahead into the gathering fog as it drifted morbidly across the surface of the ashen covered ground. Hooves sank slightly into the thick layer of ash on the ground, creating imprints that would disappear as soon as he moved. It was evening, the sun almost completely tucked into its bed behind the horizon. The sky and clouds were painted with many different hues of dark red, orange, and even a little pink thrown in for flavor. The darkness that preceedes the arrival of the moon was closing in on Bereavement Volcano, engulfing all in its cold grasp. It ran over the sleek noir pelt of the Morgan stag as he stood there, silent and ominous.
As the sun's last rays of luminesence faded into the night, the stag raised his skull slightly. Dark mane fell over facade, shading the dark brun optics that watched the earth llifelessly. Whipcord cracked on the air once, then twice with a thunderous noise that disrupted the deafening silence that hung like a plague to forever ring in a equine's auds. Harks laid themselves to their graves, hididng beneath the curtain of hair that grew silky and dark from the apex of nape. Maw opened then closed, producing a 'chomp' as incisors clacked together.
Il commence...
Thick French accent thrummed the air, the words seeming frail and small against the absence of noise. Though his breed was not French-bred, nor had anything to do with the French, it seemed as though the language was his native tongue. Indeed, he used it as such. Many tend to ask what language he would prefer, granted he knew all the ones existing in the world. His answer has been, and always will be; French. Maybe it is the way the words melt in your mouth and roll off your tongue like a salt lick. Or perhaps it was because of the romantic air it proudly carried. None could have said why, and known for sure. Even if you could have read his mind, you wouldn't know; he thinks in French.[/blockquote][/color]
.x.Je Peux Voir Votre Crainte.x.
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