* LIFE IS TOO SHORT [OPEN - G]

[OH HAI SPI!]

Lonesome Dove
Throw your fears away
Wipe your tears away

Dove cantered into the unfamiliar grounds. but it wasn't hard to figure out where she was. The smell was different. The land was just different. She had to get out. She would surely be forcebred, or worse. maybe evern killed. Her heart began to beat faster in her chest cavity and her breathing got faster. She was scared. She didn't want to die. Oh no, she wasn't going to die. The mare had quite a sharp tongue, and she could easily make someone quite upset. she didn't know when enough was enough.

She finally slowed down, as she neared the forest. A small patch of woods anyhow. It wasn't that big, but she could rest a little there. Besides no one had harned her yet. It couldn't be that bad. She pranced into the small wooded area, quite proud of herself. she hadn't gotten hurt, and she didn't plan on it. She was pretty cocky.

notes mkay, so i don't care what you do to her, just make sure you eventually kill her because i don't want her anymore kthxbai

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M^ORANA[/sup]

Reaper by blood, reaper by brain, reaper by heart.
Always.

A bottle green and deep blue coat scattered with an erray of erratic swirls was rippling as a petitely framed vixen flitted from side to side, standing at no more than 15hh, surrounded by the large bodice of a 17hh, adrenaline fuelled hunk of muscle.. just the way this fae likes em'. Onyx daggers side stepped, coal, poker straight banner streaked with bright highlights raised, releasing her dark as hell, seductive scent, intoxicating, a perfume to draw her prey in. "Come on darlin' give it up you little vix" his husky lyrics called out, and she chuckled darkly, corners of her velveteen, intricately decorated jet maw creating a mischevous grin, the corners tucked up. She turned her finely chiseled rump to face him, and just as he began to step forward, thinking he'd "won", she'd spin around, shaking her dished cranium, standing staring at him and c.ocking her head slightly, black based orbs gazing into his. After a few minutes of her facade she'd drove the poor stallion to a state of desperation, and he spat out harshly, "Too bad you little slut, i'm fed up of waiting" and began to stride forward. Morana grinned like a razorblade, before dissapearing right before his eyes. "What the...?" The only trace left of her was a puff of black smoke which swiftly blended into the air, and her lingering scent. She appeared at his shoulder, silently, before whispering into his confused, pricked orb, "You reallyyyy shouldn't have done that." You had to give it to the stag, he turned as quickly as he could, but by that time she'd already dissapeared again, the thick, pitch smoke swirling over his bodice. The death vixen suddenly appeared in front of him, head tucked down slightly, making her look even more evil if that was possible, eyes glowing with dark, and then she began to stare up to the skies. It became extremely cold, and a dark cloak of blackness fell, still the fae was visible - she enjoyed to see her victims facial expressions as she killed them. She chuckled darkly before sliding her lipper lip back, exposing a fine set of pointed, ivory and crimson tinged fangs. This brute was the kind that, in a time of fear responded by becoming a rabbit in headlights, and stood, frozen to the ground. Morana dissapeared for the third time and appeared for the last time a stride away from him, speaking out swiftly, with pure malice, and perfect control, "Boo."

[/color] With one leap she clenched her large ivories over the brute's throat, drinking slowly, leisurely.. he couldn't fight back, and gradually the light in his ors began to fade, deep red liquid spilling from his throat, gurgling, bubbling. Just before he died she ripped his windpipe clean out, staring merrily into eyes which connected with hers momentarily before they became still, frozen, gone. The whole front of her chest was covered in blood, and she clamped her mouth over the wound, sucking vigorously, the blood lust increasing. Eventually she moved onto the meat, once the stag was dry of every single drop of precious blood, munching slowly through his hindquarters, snapping bones, licking her lips before she stared up at the heavens, shutting the lids on her coal orbs, blissfully content.

She dragged the carcass off to a nearby water source, nudging whatever was left into it's depth before drinking the red tainted liquid, washing her muzzle and chest - she always cleaned up after a meal, common courtesy.

A noise. Prancing footsteps, a little arrogant perhaps, snapping twigs in the forest a few miles to the left of her. Female. Too light for a brute. Morana swiftly wiped some blood over her face, and set off at a gallop, foaming at the mouth slightly. Din dins, round two.

She found the vixen exactly where she expected, and began to act. Limping towards her, face coated in a layer of fresh blood she gasped out, "Please... you gotta help me, i'm hurt bad.. please...."[/color] [/font][/size][/color][/blockquote]

[hope this is okay, my muse got to me ;D]