Post by *Roxie on Jan 23, 2008 16:57:23 GMT -5
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you're just . n o t . worth it.
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Hilarious isn't it. Do you find it amusing that she's your petty little joke. Laugh it up, be selfish and use all of our oxygen. You're pathetic, and I don't want you hear your complaining anymore. Your breathing turns into wheezing. Your blood, it taste's so good.
Demonic isn't it? Deliciously demonic is this pretty little girl. Her duet colored pelt rippled under the burning out sun, aquage tinted occuli flashed over the horizon, smug grin placed firmly on her patterned mug, ivory enamels slightly barred as she watched in pure amusement as assholes tenderly vowed their love to dumb vixens that cooed to any moving being of the opposite sex. Such a pathetic name given to those of the female orientation. It was all a sad fairytale really, one she didn't want to be in anymore. Like a constant dream she just couldn't wake up from. Taunt muscles maneuvered sleek bodice fourth, shoulders swaying her back in fourth at an intimidating pace, cranium lifted to full height as the femmora saunterly muddled around the lands, silently critiquing every other equine in this horrid place. It was hell here, a living hell on earth. Most dark beings craved for their to be a hell on earth, but she wasn't like that. She wasn't strictly gothic and in love with lucifer herself. No, no, she would much rather show her own true colors to scare you. The poor dear was something that most feared though, so in the end it was really a win win situation, she didn't have to be a poser and pretend to be one of those hell tainted beings, she could just be herself and have everyone fear her. Ha, she had no complaints. Paper thins flared as disgusting scents mixed in the atmosphere. Spring. Sadly, that was the current season she was stuck in. A time of breeding and love. Love. Something she never had, and would have. She had long since given up on it, since oh so long ago she saw it blow up before her very eyes. But that's another tale for another time, and right now, she was all about concentrating on the task at hand. A foolish task, one quite embarrassing to confess to. The task of being adopted. Adopted in a much different way then you would think. By such a word, she means to be taken in, and in other words, 'claimed'. It was a horrible process, but if she wished to find a home before all hell broke loose in the lands, she would have to endure it. Now, for how long she would be waiting, she was unsure, but she did truly hope the process wouldn't take long. Just please god, don't bring her a little fake. Then, she just might have to rip his head off. Don't agree with her doing that? Then don't approach her.-
Slender physique now picked up a lofty pace. Snarl now placed placidly upon her features. Pendulum swung back and fourth like that of a great clock's, ticking against her hinds in an almost numbing sensation. Iron flints cracked the soft lithosphere beneath her weight, innocently crying out for mercy, but none given. Submersibley the duet colored femora flew through the heavy lumber. Thick shadows making her pelt all the more disgruntled in the distance. A mere mimic of a feline her embodiment was, like that of a leopard with ebon and ivorn skin. Confusing to look at sometimes, yes, but oh so worth it too. She was unmistakable, and none could copy her. She had her own original and unique pattern, and she planned on keeping it that way. Uprooted sod planted itself firmly upon her lower wrappings. A slight russet tint covering her porcelain appendages as she continued through the shaded woods. Sunlight filtered through the canopy looking above and what little rays could pass through littered her corpse with a warm sensation. Blood pumped vigorously her veins, her heart thumped violently inside her chest which expanded and contracted with every breath. Crystal lanters were opened, exposed to the world around her. Like frozen water they were, and cold enough to freeze any in her path. She was like a living ghost, but she was oh so real. Unmanicured chasis coated her rock heart, and defined bone marrow held up this frozen wench. Muscular wrappings moved her fourth slickly, and an unknown beauty was carved into her creating as well, a beauty she just seemed to miss. Brow raised ever so slightly as the femmora pivoted around a chosen spot. Toward the opening within the dense foliage she traveled. She was here. The place she dreaded most, the lands of claiming. Sneer slowly faded into an unamused, and bewildered look as she crossed over the lines of sanity, and insanity. It was quite pathetic, or at least, she thought, how she had to be here. A waste of her precious time, but she had no other choice. Deep inhale taken as she gawked at the femmora's and steeds already being paired up. True love was thick in the atmosphere. It made her quite sick when she thought about it in great depth. Snort escaped flaring nares as she tried to concentrate on another deep memory, or anything other then love and being in these lands. Lanterns rolled and closed behind a cobalt curtain as she continued to fumble around the grounds. Dome bobbed in an unmistakable saunter beat, keeping time with her strides. So unenthused she was, this was an awful place, and she knew her experience here would be up to par with what she thought of the lands of claiming. It was also all slightly amusing to her, she never quite knew why she hated the whole claiming process so much, perhaps she was just following trend with all the dark jubilee's in the lands, or maybe it was bred into all dark beings. She honestly had no idea what so ever, but she knew she had a strong, passionate hate for the process, and that would never change, but she also hoped she would only ever have to come here once. Maybe twice, but after that she would just accept the fact that she was meant to be a loner for the rest of her life, even though the third time is suppose to be the charm. She would find it too pathetic to put herself into this position three times. No, twice was quite enough thank you, she would much rather be susceptible to rape and death then have to come here again. Crystal occuli locked on to a shaded area in the lands. Brow raised as she began to pick up face, appendages moving more swiftly as she brought herself near a large tree looming above her, the source of the shade. Chassis fixed under the lumber as she allowed her bodice to relax. Patterned embodiment was slightly hidden but enough of her was seen. Inaudible sigh escaped the demoness, hopefully this would be as painless as possible. Ha, as if that would ever happen.
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NOTES Icky, it's really bad, but I'm terrible at beginning posts.[/color] [/blockquote]