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Post by hurricane on Feb 21, 2007 20:36:48 GMT -5
{You wanna war, you gotta war}
Daggers pounded softly against the herbage as the ebonite demoness wound her way through the thick brush, overgrown with its years. The place hadn’t done much for her and it only made the realization that heaven kissers lingered here more real. T’was a great dislike that was held towards them though t’was to be expected of any banshee similar in her ways. Nearing the clearing, t’was apparent that night was setting over the earth as though a blanket had provided the vast darkness. Generally, the time would have proved to be a dangerous time for any lone vix though this particular one worried about little.
A faint ripple of muscular action was visible beneath the ebonite canvas, the luminosity of the moon running over the faint scars as the minx portrayed that of a battalion fighter. To say that the female was ugly was utterly wrong but yet, the air she held ‘bout herself was that that reeked of havoc and decay. Each pillar was built upon foundations of stocky limbs, having a clumsy look to them though their use was the exact opposite of what they portrayed. Dreads hung heavily down over the massively thick serpentine, tangled beyond belief.
The vixen had wandered in and out of these particular lands throughout her four winters and had yet to nestle herself into one of the lands of hell. She supposed it was due to the fact that the absence of any other equines since the time of her birth had been the reason for the need to be alone and until now, it was best to keep it as so. Her name was misunderstood to most but t’was the hurricane which she was born in and hence, it stuck with her.
The zephyrs dared to taunt the fae, draping over her gaze and while her vision was not distorted in the least, massive crania was tossed ‘bout dangerously as though something diseased seemed to be seeping into her brainpan. Hurricane shifted with a bit of uneasiness, not for her surroundings but rather that of having to wait until a brute had come along to her. The exact point of which she found herself here was not exactly apparent to herself but as she saw it, t’was not to become some damned slave to the brute nor to be used as his broodmare. Whether or not a high position was held, Hurricane honored the value of her respect. Stirring up the sod with agitation, a grunt was emitted from Hurricane’s mug, dial tossed up yet again with agitation. She’d only been around the lands a few moments or so though little patience did she have, audits swiveling ever so slightly. So danger lingered here; let it be brought forth.
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