Post by hermyia on Feb 26, 2006 19:00:05 GMT -4
Seductress dyed nigrescent weaved through the dense foliage, lampistra surveying the darkening welkin. The moon shown brightly, illuminating the world but not the minx's dark heart. Light smirk tugged at her normally hard features. some said she was the spawn of the devil himself, only she knew who her parents were, and she wasn't telling. Unfortunately, she wasn't a pure dark, her mother had been a filthy light hearted sleeper. Her father a servant to the devil, he was one of the darkest 'quines to ever walk the earth. Her father had come 'pon her mother one day in a desolate forest, and og course he bruttaly rapped her, thus in turn producing her, Amira the cold hearted she devil. the hussy had always enjoyed hearing the brutale tale of her mother's rape. it pleased her to know she was the spawn of evil, it pleased her inm such a way some thought it was inhuman. Xanthippe, pushed away her thoughts as she emerged into a desolate meadow. Poll held aloft, threads lying limb against her serpentine, caudal flickering to and fro, brushing against her hocks. She was diqusted at herself, how could she do this, how could she reduce herself to a lowly light hearted peice of c***? she knew why, it was because of her very *friendly* personty mother, her light hearted mother. that was why. she had come to these lands of claiming on the purpose of finding a mate, no matter how repulsing he was she would have to serve him loyally. no matter how light hearted he was she would always be dark hearted, her heart would always remain cold and lifeless, she thanked her father for that. there was no turning back now.
Chassis was a glow as the pale crescent beat down 'pon her. Seekers surveyed the lands once more, many couples were seen. Oh how it disqusted her, she wanted to retch at the sight of the broncs and banshees making goo goo eyes at eachother.pitiful. its oh so pitiful. if i ever start doing that please let the devil himself kill me! but i wont ever have to worry about it, for i will never degrade myself to a lowly light. Disgusted the banshee turned away, spotting a secluded spot by the aqua she made her way towards it. She waded in deep enough so that the clear pool was up to her underside. Tiara lowered, kissers penetrating the aqua they parted. cool water seeped into her trap, sliding down her throat, chilling her. The coldness made her numb, but it pleased her. Odd as it may be she loved pain, loved how it made her feel. It was another trait that her father had passed down to her, and she was very grateful. Whipcord floated on the aqua, making ripples spread out 'round her. ribbons barely reached the water, only slightly grazing it's top. Tiara was tossed upward, locks falling gently down o'er her lamps. Turning around she made her way out of the pool. droplets formed small puddles on the topo, chassis shook slightly, droplets being flung everywhere. Trap parted, cold tones creeping from her vocals, traveling on the wind to whoever cared listened.
Whatever this is whatever im going through, come on and give me a kiss. Come on, I insist i'll be something new. A metamorphosis. come now don't be shy, i don't bite......hard. trap snapped shut, smirk plastered 'pon her facet.Now is the waiting game.
Chassis was a glow as the pale crescent beat down 'pon her. Seekers surveyed the lands once more, many couples were seen. Oh how it disqusted her, she wanted to retch at the sight of the broncs and banshees making goo goo eyes at eachother.pitiful. its oh so pitiful. if i ever start doing that please let the devil himself kill me! but i wont ever have to worry about it, for i will never degrade myself to a lowly light. Disgusted the banshee turned away, spotting a secluded spot by the aqua she made her way towards it. She waded in deep enough so that the clear pool was up to her underside. Tiara lowered, kissers penetrating the aqua they parted. cool water seeped into her trap, sliding down her throat, chilling her. The coldness made her numb, but it pleased her. Odd as it may be she loved pain, loved how it made her feel. It was another trait that her father had passed down to her, and she was very grateful. Whipcord floated on the aqua, making ripples spread out 'round her. ribbons barely reached the water, only slightly grazing it's top. Tiara was tossed upward, locks falling gently down o'er her lamps. Turning around she made her way out of the pool. droplets formed small puddles on the topo, chassis shook slightly, droplets being flung everywhere. Trap parted, cold tones creeping from her vocals, traveling on the wind to whoever cared listened.
Whatever this is whatever im going through, come on and give me a kiss. Come on, I insist i'll be something new. A metamorphosis. come now don't be shy, i don't bite......hard. trap snapped shut, smirk plastered 'pon her facet.Now is the waiting game.