Post by Ƨhatan on Dec 27, 2007 20:39:19 GMT -5
((Reserved for Thyla and Niseno. PhoNi ftw! xDD))
Ɲow Ƴou ƘnowWho Ɯade Ʈhe Ɔonquest
The hunted became the
Huntress
The hunter became the
Prey
Word Count: 816
Lyrics ©The White Stripes, Paramore
Ƥersephone
She was just another
Conquest
‘Till he looked into her
Eyes
She was just another
Conquest
‘Till he looked into her
Eyes
This is how we dance.
With pretty little steps and flowing mane and tail, with delicately placed hooves and glowing chocolate eyes, with graceful little turns and knowing little looks, with shiny ebony pelt and snowy white hair, that was how she danced the seductress’s showy dance. And, indeed, what a dance it was, among the grasses and flowers, her hooves touching upon the ground in fleeting little movements before up and away they went, to be seen again in seconds, flitting across the land, as a hummingbird, unable to be still, and always in motion.
Along and away she trotted, the winds playfully teasing her ivorn trails of mane and tail, feathers dancing the dance of her hooves, teasing the ground with the briefest of gentle caresses before dancing away from the reaching, grasping arms of the grass. She felt the gaze of others upon her; she could not see them, but she knew they saw her, knew they watched her, leering from the distance, wishing she belonged to them, wishing they had such a sight to wake up to each morning, wishing they could attract the attention of such a beauty. They were always watching her, she knew they were, and she loved every second of it.
Velvet parted as laughter the sound of which was akin to ringing bells spilled into the air, her dual hued head tossing on powerful neck, mane of ivorn and ebon hues dancing away from the movement, flitting about her ebony ears, a teasing show to send the hearts of those stallions a-racing in their chests. Sorry, dear boys, but this little girl’s already taken; she may flirt and she may tease and she may seduce, but her body, her heart belonged to another. See with your eyes, boys, not with your body.
Eyes of molten chocolate danced with her body as she wove her way through the grasslands, ah yes, how amusing these dear little stallions could be; little more than toys, they were in her eyes, but amusing all the same. Oh how they would squirm beneath her hidden daggers if only she could reveal her true self; how repulsed would they be by the ebony labyrinth of her charred soul; how horrified would they be at the sight of her true nature. So shallow, they could be, wanting her off lust alone, wishing her body to be theirs when they knew not of who she was. But that just made the game so much more easy for her, didn’t it? Come then, little stallions, and watch the show, let your gaze be caught by the seducing dance of this little mare, watch her little display and eat your hearts out in want; it’ll simply make things all the more easy for her in the long run.
Again she laughed, the sweet sound of her voice as deceiving as her whole form, her whole soul; she in all her female guile would lead them helpless down the aisle, only to dump them at the alter, leaving they hearts broken and breaking their bodies soon after. Beauty’s only skin deep, boys; but they were never smart enough to process that. Her laughter rung out through the air again; they may be thinking with something, but that something certainly was not their brains.
But there was one whom did use that wonderful little thing in his head; one and only one, but that was all she needed; the others could eat their hearts out in want, searching for their true love in her like a squirrel after a nut, with just the same amount of intelligence, at that. All she needed was her one dear stallion who thought with his brain and nothing else. That one stallion who was as dark and tainted and twisted as she on the inside, but with a handsome look to match her own beauty: Niseno.
And what a couple they two made! The perfect, handsome little couple, light in every way on the outside, but with an irrepressible darkness within them. How perfect for each other, they were! Her chocolate orbs danced in anticipation; you’d best look away boys, or this little mare will break your heart; you don’t want to see her with another guy, do you, boys? Her laughter was quiet this time, but still it rang in the air, not quite drowned out by the soft, delicate steps of her hooves.
Steps which soon slowed, quieted, and, eventually, stopped all together. Her head raised on dual-hued neck, her ebony ears perked amongst dancing tendrils of mane and forelock as the wind paired off with the locks and danced as teasing dance. Here she had agreed to meet her love, after exploring her portion of these new lands, here she would be reunited with her love. You’d best run along, now boys; you don’t want to be picking a fight with this pretty little boyfriend.
With pretty little steps and flowing mane and tail, with delicately placed hooves and glowing chocolate eyes, with graceful little turns and knowing little looks, with shiny ebony pelt and snowy white hair, that was how she danced the seductress’s showy dance. And, indeed, what a dance it was, among the grasses and flowers, her hooves touching upon the ground in fleeting little movements before up and away they went, to be seen again in seconds, flitting across the land, as a hummingbird, unable to be still, and always in motion.
Along and away she trotted, the winds playfully teasing her ivorn trails of mane and tail, feathers dancing the dance of her hooves, teasing the ground with the briefest of gentle caresses before dancing away from the reaching, grasping arms of the grass. She felt the gaze of others upon her; she could not see them, but she knew they saw her, knew they watched her, leering from the distance, wishing she belonged to them, wishing they had such a sight to wake up to each morning, wishing they could attract the attention of such a beauty. They were always watching her, she knew they were, and she loved every second of it.
Velvet parted as laughter the sound of which was akin to ringing bells spilled into the air, her dual hued head tossing on powerful neck, mane of ivorn and ebon hues dancing away from the movement, flitting about her ebony ears, a teasing show to send the hearts of those stallions a-racing in their chests. Sorry, dear boys, but this little girl’s already taken; she may flirt and she may tease and she may seduce, but her body, her heart belonged to another. See with your eyes, boys, not with your body.
Eyes of molten chocolate danced with her body as she wove her way through the grasslands, ah yes, how amusing these dear little stallions could be; little more than toys, they were in her eyes, but amusing all the same. Oh how they would squirm beneath her hidden daggers if only she could reveal her true self; how repulsed would they be by the ebony labyrinth of her charred soul; how horrified would they be at the sight of her true nature. So shallow, they could be, wanting her off lust alone, wishing her body to be theirs when they knew not of who she was. But that just made the game so much more easy for her, didn’t it? Come then, little stallions, and watch the show, let your gaze be caught by the seducing dance of this little mare, watch her little display and eat your hearts out in want; it’ll simply make things all the more easy for her in the long run.
Again she laughed, the sweet sound of her voice as deceiving as her whole form, her whole soul; she in all her female guile would lead them helpless down the aisle, only to dump them at the alter, leaving they hearts broken and breaking their bodies soon after. Beauty’s only skin deep, boys; but they were never smart enough to process that. Her laughter rung out through the air again; they may be thinking with something, but that something certainly was not their brains.
But there was one whom did use that wonderful little thing in his head; one and only one, but that was all she needed; the others could eat their hearts out in want, searching for their true love in her like a squirrel after a nut, with just the same amount of intelligence, at that. All she needed was her one dear stallion who thought with his brain and nothing else. That one stallion who was as dark and tainted and twisted as she on the inside, but with a handsome look to match her own beauty: Niseno.
And what a couple they two made! The perfect, handsome little couple, light in every way on the outside, but with an irrepressible darkness within them. How perfect for each other, they were! Her chocolate orbs danced in anticipation; you’d best look away boys, or this little mare will break your heart; you don’t want to see her with another guy, do you, boys? Her laughter was quiet this time, but still it rang in the air, not quite drowned out by the soft, delicate steps of her hooves.
Steps which soon slowed, quieted, and, eventually, stopped all together. Her head raised on dual-hued neck, her ebony ears perked amongst dancing tendrils of mane and forelock as the wind paired off with the locks and danced as teasing dance. Here she had agreed to meet her love, after exploring her portion of these new lands, here she would be reunited with her love. You’d best run along, now boys; you don’t want to be picking a fight with this pretty little boyfriend.
Ɲow Ƴou Ƙnow
The hunted became the
Huntress
The hunter became the
Prey
Word Count: 816
Lyrics ©The White Stripes, Paramore
