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Post by [[swept]]away¤ on May 14, 2007 16:16:55 GMT -4
The fog rolled as black daggers struck the pavement and sparks flew as the metal shoes tapped the surface. A shrill whinnies roled unto the night and, rearing on it's haunches, rose a demoness. This vixen was none other then Phoenix. The black coat stained with blood and with a glossy coating of sweat as she ran onto the night. Opon Phoenix's back lay a body, consumed by the shadow of death and all it's glory. She had killed the two-legger.
An hour's time back, Phoenix had been in the back with this man. She was aloft the mare's spinal column which lay under an english saddle. She hated the saddle and the man on her. He was a cruel man, though he fed her well and bathed her, he whipped Phoenix continusly for every single mistake she'd make. It's not like she ment to anyways. She had had enough of him and it was time for him to learn whom was boss around here. He whipped her to get Phoenix started but she nor twitched or moved, he whipped her again, this time with a little more force. Now, mind you that Phoenix is in a barn with some sharp objects near the man's head. He whipped her a third time and this did the trick. The pain was hardly bareable and she bucked with all her might as high as she could. It just happened to be too high for the man's cruel fate. A piece of metal had been dangerously low and untill now had done no harm to anybody. The metal sliced through the bony skull of his head and sliced back out as she came back down for her buck of death. It had killed him almost instantly.
Hearing the commotion in the barn, the man's son came wandered to the barn to see what was going on. He too was not very fond of Phoenix, but tolorated her more then his father. As he approached the door, the fea's ears pinned back and her eyes truned to bloodwrath. She was in a killing spree rage mode now, nobody dared hit her like that with such force and strength. She was angry as her nares flared wide and hott air escaped them. The son opend the door only to meet an angry mare and his dad's body gruesumly slumped on the saddle. He drew a pocketkife and showed it to Phoenix to try and intimidate her. Wow, she thought, like a tiny piece of cold metal is going to stop this bad b!tch? Think again buddy she snorted and lowered her head. She charged at him, his knife ready at hand. She was going fast and hard towards him both parts of her TB blood doing its part for her. As she neared him though, she found the door open to the barn and to freedom, she had found her way to escape at last. She suddenly veered to the left of the boy, but before she could veer, he cut Phoenix's side with his knife. She now had a thin line of broken skin and blood splattered out as her sides contracted with her running pace. She didn't care though, she knew she wouldn't die from it. She threw up her enraged head and let out a long and evil laugh of pure victory. She trotted way into the dark night.
The sandy shore had drops of dried blood on it as the jet mare of 17 HH stood and looked at the body that had stayed on her back for so long. She reared and brought her stones hard on the corpes head, seeing it destroyed to her own liking, she truned and kicked it carelessly into the open sea. She then turned her head and ran towards her new home. he now began to follow the scent of darkness, it was strong and intoxicating. She was four and young, looking to find herself in a more truer form now.
An hour's time back, Phoenix had been in the back with this man. She was aloft the mare's spinal column which lay under an english saddle. She hated the saddle and the man on her. He was a cruel man, though he fed her well and bathed her, he whipped Phoenix continusly for every single mistake she'd make. It's not like she ment to anyways. She had had enough of him and it was time for him to learn whom was boss around here. He whipped her to get Phoenix started but she nor twitched or moved, he whipped her again, this time with a little more force. Now, mind you that Phoenix is in a barn with some sharp objects near the man's head. He whipped her a third time and this did the trick. The pain was hardly bareable and she bucked with all her might as high as she could. It just happened to be too high for the man's cruel fate. A piece of metal had been dangerously low and untill now had done no harm to anybody. The metal sliced through the bony skull of his head and sliced back out as she came back down for her buck of death. It had killed him almost instantly.
Hearing the commotion in the barn, the man's son came wandered to the barn to see what was going on. He too was not very fond of Phoenix, but tolorated her more then his father. As he approached the door, the fea's ears pinned back and her eyes truned to bloodwrath. She was in a killing spree rage mode now, nobody dared hit her like that with such force and strength. She was angry as her nares flared wide and hott air escaped them. The son opend the door only to meet an angry mare and his dad's body gruesumly slumped on the saddle. He drew a pocketkife and showed it to Phoenix to try and intimidate her. Wow, she thought, like a tiny piece of cold metal is going to stop this bad b!tch? Think again buddy she snorted and lowered her head. She charged at him, his knife ready at hand. She was going fast and hard towards him both parts of her TB blood doing its part for her. As she neared him though, she found the door open to the barn and to freedom, she had found her way to escape at last. She suddenly veered to the left of the boy, but before she could veer, he cut Phoenix's side with his knife. She now had a thin line of broken skin and blood splattered out as her sides contracted with her running pace. She didn't care though, she knew she wouldn't die from it. She threw up her enraged head and let out a long and evil laugh of pure victory. She trotted way into the dark night.
The sandy shore had drops of dried blood on it as the jet mare of 17 HH stood and looked at the body that had stayed on her back for so long. She reared and brought her stones hard on the corpes head, seeing it destroyed to her own liking, she truned and kicked it carelessly into the open sea. She then turned her head and ran towards her new home. he now began to follow the scent of darkness, it was strong and intoxicating. She was four and young, looking to find herself in a more truer form now.
