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Post by TACKLE! on Sept 1, 2010 18:14:36 GMT -5
well its good to hear your voice, i hope your doing fine... [/i]
The large, slim Thoroughbred picked her way through the luscious weeds, her mouth barely watering. She had the look of death in her eyes. Behind all those ambitious glares and battle attempts she was breaking inside. She had watched her mother die, right there. Had she helped her? No. Why would she? Her mother was a bitch. It was the words that had slipped through her mother's mouth as the venom of the snake cursed her limbs. "I wish I hadn't saved your life, as mine would still be living today. You a selfish bitch, Kallik." The bitch part made Kallik grin.
Actually, watching the life slip out of her mother's body made her jump a bit. She didn't care about the foals or the other horses she had murdered. She had never helped her mother, even though a bright blue flower that her mother could had consumed to make the venom fade away, or at least her her strength. Her mother probably was looking down on her. She had never felt this way, even when her adopted father kicked her out of their herd. Stallions. Oh stallions. She wanted to kill them all. Their ambitions killed their courage, and anyone could see that.
Mares always stressed over stallions, but Kallik would never really get close to anyone. She wouldn't care about them, just rely on them for company or at least shelter. She didn't believe in love. So far. She graced forward through the battle field. The weight of hell was on her shoulders, and she grunted sometimes, and she even felt like something was following her. Her bitch of a mother perhaps? She hoped not.
[/color][/size] and if i had one wish, i'd have you by my side. oh, i miss you. oh, i need you. [/size] |
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Post by wolfie ! on Sept 3, 2010 15:31:01 GMT -5
i'm walking down the line, that divides me somewhere in my mind;
on the borderline of the edge and where i walk alone. [/color] he had entered a fierce gallop around the caves, veering sharply around the dangerous edges of the cliffs. once he got back to the valley, where he spent half his time, he would feel better. but brother!
[/color] he could imagine her wailing, it's scary![/color] shut up! he growled in return, you're fine on your own. you're two years old! live your own life, damn it!
vaguely, he replaced two with five, and began to push his legs to their limit. he didn't need his sister. he needed to get to the blood valley. the valley never ceased to make him not remember that white and gold irish sport horse as much - when he was there, he didn't usually feel the need to make up for her mind-chatter. when he was there, he didn't feel guilty.
at last his hooves touched the battle field, sending blood-colored dust flying as he pushed through the grasses. he was quite a sight - a large, black thoroughbred stallion, his wings splashed with blood red, barreling through the valley at full speed. with a sigh he quietly let his large wings spread out, gracefully taking to the air in just a few seconds. from the vantage point in the sky, he could see most everything - flowers spotted around in the lush, unpredictable valley, and off in the distance his deep brown eyes picked up the form of a white and blue thoroughbred.
kaspar smirked, letting the sharp, rain scented wind ruffled his feathers. he would let her run - but she could never hide. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/color][/font] read between the lines, what's fucked up and everything's alright;
check my vital signs to know i'm still alive and i walk alone. [/color] |
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Post by TACKLE! on Sept 3, 2010 16:57:17 GMT -5
i'll be the one who takes all the blame going down, down in flames, you'll be the one who forgets my name, play me, playing that game . . . [/i]
Kallik's bright blue eyes showed hunger. Not the hunger for grass. Blood. She sniffed out small mice, who seemed quite deaf. Any mouse could hear a horse walk up to it. Kallik quickly stepped towards the mouse and clamped her jaws on its neck. Blood richened her tongue, and the relief on her bright white face was more than noticeable. She didn't eat the mouse. She just drank its blood and then spat the lifeless carcass onto the hard rocky terrain. The scent of hell was in the air. She grinned at the thought of it. Most other horses didn't notice it.
Kallik hated what type of horse she was. She wanted a new body, but learned to work with the one she had. She doesn't need anyone else, she just flips them off or hopes they burn in flames. They're basically playing her against her own game. Now this is her she loves herself. Sure, some horses could be more terrible than her. If she ran into them. Kallik would show off her true self. And rank as the most horrible horse in Euros. So as Kallik licked the blood off of her chaps, she suddenly felt the strange feelings she was being watched. Not by the warriors of Blood Valley. No. A living organism. Actually, anything. She blinked and turned around.
Was her mother looking down at her from the heavens? "Mother. I'm not afraid." she sneered in her mind, basically talking to herself. She had not been graced with wings. Kallik was a simple white mare with blue spirals on her hips. She snorted and then looked up. She saw a horse with wings streaked with blood. "Shit." she looked towards the ground, just murmuring to herself. Then she remembered her powers and grinned. "I'm prepared." She kept looking up and believing that was her mother until she made out that it was a stallion. With wings. He obviously didn't look like a horse Kallik would easily mess with.
"I'm not afraid!" she snorted, snorting fire, prepared.
[/size] [/color] this is me i love my self, ya, fuck everyone else
i dont need nobodys help, cause this is love two thousand twelve. [/i] |
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