so w.hat do you say?

[Ryder]

Why don't we dance a while?

Song;
An obsidian mare slunk through the thick brush as she listened to the coo of a dove, twin harks flicking to and fro as the gentle sounds grew louder, louder, then silent. The thorns of the flora she walked through snatched angrily at her hide as she passed, drawing her blood but unable to direct her attention from the creature. Song's cold black eyes scanned the dreary terrain as she searched for the small white body, wondering what it would be like to sink her teeth into its fragile little body. Would its bones break easily, its blood flood into her mouth when the frail white wall was broken? Song sighed loudly, knowing that she would probably never find out. Turning away from her quarry she began to look around the place she now found herself in, eyes blinking as the sunlight broke through the tree's veil. It was a quaint little place, with big beautiful elm trees placed here and there, a thick string of brush creating a maze of sorts, and the peaceful chirping of birds creating music throughout the land. It was the sort of place anyone would love to call their home but the huntress found it dreadfully boring, and she forced a yawn to emphasize her point. She began to move towards a clearing outside of the trees as she thought, mildly annoyed at the sun and its never ceasing heat that baked her glossy black canvas. It apparently had nothing better to do but torture the little bugs that roamed down beneath it, steal them of their life and watch the little bitches burn.

The attractive femme sighed once more, black eyes looking for a potential suitor. It usually did not take them too long for her perfume was enticing and hypnotic, luring them closer to get a better look. She enjoyed the little game she played with the masculine gender significantly, for she needed entertainment like the living needed air. Now however she was being forced to wait, something she rarely ever did and something that put her in a rather gloomy mood. Where was that stupid bastard she was promised? As she became increasingly bored, she began to create her suitor in her head for amusement. He would be tall and handsome, a real lady’s man. He would be suave and intelligent, polite and respectful with a good deal of manners. This stallion would be honorable and kind, with a good-humored sparkle in his eye, and she would spend hours listening to his tales of glory. He would sweep Song off her feet like the knight in shining amour he was, carrying her to his Kingdom where they would live happily ever after. Ha. Yeah right.

The wench snorted in disdain at her own thoughts, a cruel smirk forming upon her lips as she continued with her travel. The real stallion she was looking for could be hundreds, no thousands of things, as long as he was nothing like her dreamed-up Prince; for you see, Song was no fairytale Princess. Sighing in her restlessness once more she looked around, twin harks flicking forward as she heard the rustle of movement. Nostrils were flared as she took in the scents around her, finding nothing out of the ordinary. Altering her course slightly she made her way toward it, skull lowered close to the ground as she searched for the cause. What she found made her grin slightly, black eyes hooded as she stared at the broken creature flapping its wing behind the bush. It was the dove from earlier, taunting Song with its giddy sounds and its ability to obtain freedom the mare would never have. Looks like we see eye to eye now sweetheart. She thought, her cruel grin growing wider. Its desperate cries did nothing to phase the mare as she lowered her muzzle toward it, nares flared as the scent of blood hung thick. Her dull, yellowed fangs were exposed as she snapped suddenly, resulting in a terrified cry from the bird and an outraged squeal from the mare. Its good wing and two claws had flailed frantically at the mare when she had attacked, resulting in a smarting pain she had not expected. Now indignant the mare snapped once more, this time her jaws surrounding the bird and crushing it in two. With a satisfied smirk Song left the lifeless bird on the ground, and went to find something else to amuse her.

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OoC: Gah! Sorry so short. My next will be better, promise!

[Scream.[Collision].]

SWEENY TODD
There are two kinds of [men] & only two
There the one staying in his proper place
& other with his foot shoved in the other ones face

The prologue> lets get this straight its just the.
[Beginning]

[†] Seems a down right shame? The cold debris of his home lost and lonely as the night take over the sky. Oh goody what is that sound? Silence, deafening silence. Oh me oh my shh. The wind blows the night is young, quite depressing the young stallion all alone. Oh me oh my too bad, that is life and how its designed of course the king would get his catch and what he wanted, and while he thinks he has the main course in such a lovely meal as queen Terryn, well my dear kingy we all have ou different types now don’t we. Oh yes, yes we do. The wind it scares against the shrines of his lands, Jallouis . The cold rushes through the air his thick hide used to the cold. What a home. The alpine meadow still littered with the cold crystals of the winter, most of them will stay all winter long, oh me oh my look at my friends. Twinkle twinkle little star, oh look how high you are, just look at how you burn, oh yes I will go to hell, when it’s my turn. A soft smile rest on the mug of the stallion oh look at the beautiful hell that keeps the stars frozen. Immortalized for there young stupidity, what a lovely little guide for him to follow wouldn’t you think? Oh my look where there guiding him now, over the mountain and through the wood. His eyes follow the beaten path out of his lands, the gaseous guides looming over him, seemingly falling on him like a pendulum. Tick tock goes the clock, Times up I have to run. The steady movements stretch his hide over his blood and bones, the soft sleek apparel matching his black eyes ever so beautifully. His stones imprinting the land, gracing it with his presence, though he knows the way out of his frozen world rarely does he leaves, he likes his solitude away from most creatures, besides most just make him sick. Like he’s come down with the flu profuse vomiting every time he looks around, oh yes we all deserve to die. Its man devouring man out there so who are the equines but to deny it in here. In there lands, the world of Equivation. Oh me oh my the memories flutter by. Quoth the raven Nevermore Oh her blond tresses, set her apart from most of his natural stereotypes of the mares he belonged with. Oh but look how fast she can run when there know child weighing her down. Oh my love look at her run. Running, running pacing away from me. And who was he but to let her go, her choice, however it was funny watching ever safety precaution she made to hide her scent Oh me oh my watch my love flutter by, and shall I see her again? Quoth the raven Nevermore

Oh why let stat the story>
[act one]

[†] Oh now the path glows bright look up into the cloudless night. The start hang over head while vision of linger in my morbid little head. Oh goody taste the blood of her scared little body, she ran away, gone forever. Oh well I can still move on, do I waste my tears? I think not having the thrill of knowing she fears for her life rids the pain, it’s just down to amusement now. Oh me oh my watch the scenery passing by. At last he descends from Mt. High, at last the creature of the night comes to mingle. What a fright The hurried pace is slowed to a walk as he leve the realm of the dark, now look every [man] for him self. Don’t believe me? Theresa a bunch of murders out there, right under neath your noses, do I have to prove my point? I challenge you just for the hell of it. I enjoy the rush I hope you like to bleed. Really no? I do I think its completely enthralling, pity I envied you for awhile. Oh well that’s over time to move on. His scythes strike the ground under neath his muscular appendages attached to his broad chassis. Oh my what a striking stallion. It’s a wonder why he [isn’t] king now isn’t it, but know to much going on in his life for that burden. No something about once loving a light changes that doesn’t it. But he’s free now no strings attached its time to play the field love s for beginners dolls are for players, now would you like play deary. Oh my what a pretty thing. His nares widen in the night, oh yes a femme near lets see how we can handle this one shall we? Why yes we shall thank you so much for the charming notion. Not a problem. His body moves over the lands, oh no what is that, come to spoil our fun kingy dear I think not maybe we’ll invite you in our game, that is if your nice. His laughter is emitted, the brash sound ruining the stillness of the night. Oh my what a deep voice, what a seductive tone, I would love, I would want you if I wasn’t you. Oh now no need for such flattery, is there. The look upon the stallions face was indescribable. Filled with malice and enjoyment the stallion moved on, gracefully mind you he wasn’t one who was into the slinking and slivering around, di he have any thing to hide form, no. Was he a serpent I would think not, no he took pride in his looks and there for the proud façade of the stallion was always kept at a high level his pendulum swinging behind him at the level of his spine of course very prideful in its self. Ooh now look at the time fly by .



NOT FIN FIRST PART RECYCLED

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[Ryder]

Alrighty! :] -waits patiently-