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Post by KatiieColours on Aug 25, 2009 17:41:14 GMT -5
Cyanide. [/color][/font] The deadliest drug you'll ever meet.[/right] {It's holding me, morphing me
And forcing me to strive} oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
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Cyanide's icey cold oddly coloured orbs stared over the border into the dark lands, beautiful features unmoved and blank from expression. When looking at her you always wondered what she was thinking, for her actual facial expression usually didn't move but her glittering eyes seemed to tell the story. She was mysterious, and you could not for the life of you distinguish whether she was simply wondering what that certain blade of lush grass would taste like, or discussing internally how many ways she could kill you. Suppose' that's what made her so deadly, the perfect predator.
A deep sigh escaped her parted lips as another inadequate stag walked by, giving her the once over and beginning to strut to her petite frame, obviously enjoying what they saw - still, it didn't take them long to realise that if they took one step closer they'd be hobbling away less stallion than a gelding, without so much as a psychotic glance of her eyes; just because she was a dark that didn't mean she was some sort of easy whore. She began to leisurely stroll into terra de scure, powerful but definately feminine muscles rippling like waves of ink under her extremely unusual green hued pelt.
Stopping under the shade of a large gnarled oak tree her glossy pelt returned to a coal black, the deathly green sheen only being visible under sunlight, or even more so in the light of the moon. Her dark daggers sifted through the warm coloured leaves that left a blanket on the soft ground, shifting her weight to a more comfortable position, cold orbs still gazing out onto the lands as they watched the world go by. How long was she there? She didn't seem to notice. She never seemed to notice anything anymore. Not even the fact that her intoxicating almond-scented perfume was tinging the cool breeze that rolled through the dark lands.
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oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo[/center] {To be endlessly cold within And dreaming I'm alive}[/color][/font] Muse} It got better, although it could be longer.
Song inspiration} Hysteria
Artist/band} Muse
Character played} Cyanide, my freaky deaky mare.
Tag} TOXiC [/size] |
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Post by .r e e d. on Aug 25, 2009 18:40:54 GMT -5
NYX [/color][/font][/right] Small, yet powerful frame strowed into terra de scure. Blue and ruby eyes watched, saying nothing. depression depression depression. Her mind was saying it over and over again. no! She fought back.
A vision came of fire. Burning. Smoke. Screams entered the air, those of pain and cruel joy. Her eyes fluttered, she could smell smoke. the elementals.. She whispered in her mind.
Eyes rolled, she snorted, coming out. Her fragile body trembled, sweat lathering. She would tell them once she got back to her residence. But, she was going to do what she came here for. Members. A vixen was up ahead. Small hooves made not a noise as she trotted up to her silently. 'are you looking for a herd, miss?' Small, yet lovely voice fluttered from the small mare to the other vixen. The smell of almond was in the air as she watched the femme. She seemed.. odd.
Her thoughts strayed back to her residence. Her foals, Nefarian and the others. Her foals were only a couple weeks old, but she wouldn't let that stop her getting members. She would only be gone for a hour or two. [/color][/font][/blockquote] Muse` Meh. D: I rambled.
Song` P!ink, no exact song.
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Post by KatiieColours on Aug 26, 2009 6:05:25 GMT -5
Cyanide. [/color][/font] The deadliest drug you'll ever meet.[/right] oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
[/font] It was weirdly quiet, especially around Cyanide - most stallions seemed to steer clear of her, knowing that she wouldn't give them what they wanted no matter how hard they tried to persuade and mares seemed to think she was a freak and leaved her be. Not that it mattered to the fae, she enjoyed the solitude, but kinda wished she could be part of a herd in these tough times, knowing she would need protection in the up and coming months from the rumours of the fire herd's uprising. Still, she hoped that whatever herd she joined did not have too many members, but even more so a herd where she wouldn't be forced to breed with some random stallion. Sadly that was life for a lot of mares.
She was almost dozing off when the sound of a snort reached her radars, the gentle rustling of a silken tail barely audible and silent hushed hoof beats, a petitely framed vixen appearing suddenly before Cyanide. As she asked if she wanted to join a herd Cyanide smiled softly, still managing to look slightly eccentric no matter how sane she tried to come across. She stored the fae's musical vocals in her mind so that she would recognise it later, noticing that the mare was covered in a lather of sweat, strange as it was quite a cool day. "Not my place to intrude" thought Cyanide before replying in her melodic, strangely sweet voice which seemed so opposite than what you'd expect from her beautiful but deathly dangerous looking bodice, "As a matter of fact I was. What does your herd have that would influence me to want to join?"
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Song inspiration} N/A
Artist/band}N/A
Character played} Cyanide
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