Post by ecstacy on Feb 15, 2009 21:35:46 GMT -5
A new land. And this one was such a refreshing sight from the barren wasteland she had once known. Ecstacy was a rollercoaster of emotions. She swayed from the simplistic to the sadistic, making friends or making enemies...depending on her mood. Ecstacy had dreams. However, finding a masculine wasn't on that list. She was rather heartless, the cream and pitch fae, but she had good reason to be. She was of the Dark alliance, though she was her own brand of the kind. And masculine's seemed to have only one thing on the brain. Her ass. Now, if some dark masculine could find a way into her rather empty heart, then she might be inclinced to be 'twitter-painted'. But away from her thoughts, for now.
The minx took her time crossing the rather lush valley. This definately wasn't her typical scene, but she would be a willing actress today. "Let a good one come today, Nyx." She asked her goddess. Nyx was the goddess of night, and Ecstacy worshiped her with admiration. And by a good one, she meant someone she might grow to respect. Maybe. She was rather hardheaded, the mare. Her dark pelt stood out against the greenery, and she felt...rather exposed. Ecstacy snorted, coral nares flaring as she tried to see whom among these sluts and masters would be a good match. Stalking toward the shade, her whip slashed at the infants of the pests from the winter. Another season of bugs that she would squash. What fun.
Acoustics flickered forward, before finally settling back onto her skullery. This was not going to be her day, she had a feeling. A very intense feeling. A single pillar came forward before crushing the new blades of green. This valley was quite lovely, but Ecstacy would be grateful to escape it.
The minx took her time crossing the rather lush valley. This definately wasn't her typical scene, but she would be a willing actress today. "Let a good one come today, Nyx." She asked her goddess. Nyx was the goddess of night, and Ecstacy worshiped her with admiration. And by a good one, she meant someone she might grow to respect. Maybe. She was rather hardheaded, the mare. Her dark pelt stood out against the greenery, and she felt...rather exposed. Ecstacy snorted, coral nares flaring as she tried to see whom among these sluts and masters would be a good match. Stalking toward the shade, her whip slashed at the infants of the pests from the winter. Another season of bugs that she would squash. What fun.
Acoustics flickered forward, before finally settling back onto her skullery. This was not going to be her day, she had a feeling. A very intense feeling. A single pillar came forward before crushing the new blades of green. This valley was quite lovely, but Ecstacy would be grateful to escape it.
