Post by -Khenri-{{Deathly Dancer;; on Sept 3, 2007 7:23:31 GMT -5
-D.eathly D.ancer-
{{K.henri;;
The night had rolled in by now, the moon hung low over the meadow, bathing everything in it's white-silver light. The grasses and wildflowers waved in the night's breeze, creating waves on the surface of the earth. In the middle of the waving sea of grass stood a blood bay mare, though her pelt shone almost silver in the moon's light. The figure's tiara could not be seen, for it was hanging low in the grass, hiding her features from the world. Dark blue optics were shut, but soon opened, tough this wasn't visible to any soul watching.
Her tiara finally raised, harks pricked forward, listening to the night sounds. Anowl let loose his nightly call in the distance, mice conversed in the tall grass around her, and the wind blew gently through the grass. The night was calm, she had chosen the perfect night indeed. Her head tossed and mane cascaded over her majestic neck, it's tips almost coming in contact with the tall vegetation around her. Tassel flicked from side to side and kissers graced her features with a smile. She reared up and those very same kissers parted, letting out her call, a neigh that rang out into the terra, warning all of the performance to come. She came down once more with a soft thud, crushing some of the emerald-hued vegetation beneath brown daggers.
Neck arched gracefully, showing off arabian blood and bringing her dished facade close to her chest. Harks pressed back, as if pinned to her skull, but became hidden beneath her dark, lushcious black mane. Front right limb rose and pawed at the soil beneath it before the vix suddenly bolted, leaping into the black sky, kicking out with her back legs and landing gracefully once again with little more than a soft thud. Legs crossed as she side stepped to her right, neck arched slightly and ears now pricked forward. She stopped and seemed to pause a moment before turning in a tight circle to her left, once, twice, thrice, four times arund she went. As her twirling finished she half reared, kissers shut tight this time as she held herself up. She took a few almost tentative steps backward on her back daggers before coming down softly yet again.
Head tossed and her gaze scanned the area, searching for any soul that would come to dance the night away with her. Snort emitted rom her nostrils and her dagger pawed at the ground, impatient with other eqeuines, wanting to dance now.
{{K.henri;;
The night had rolled in by now, the moon hung low over the meadow, bathing everything in it's white-silver light. The grasses and wildflowers waved in the night's breeze, creating waves on the surface of the earth. In the middle of the waving sea of grass stood a blood bay mare, though her pelt shone almost silver in the moon's light. The figure's tiara could not be seen, for it was hanging low in the grass, hiding her features from the world. Dark blue optics were shut, but soon opened, tough this wasn't visible to any soul watching.
Her tiara finally raised, harks pricked forward, listening to the night sounds. Anowl let loose his nightly call in the distance, mice conversed in the tall grass around her, and the wind blew gently through the grass. The night was calm, she had chosen the perfect night indeed. Her head tossed and mane cascaded over her majestic neck, it's tips almost coming in contact with the tall vegetation around her. Tassel flicked from side to side and kissers graced her features with a smile. She reared up and those very same kissers parted, letting out her call, a neigh that rang out into the terra, warning all of the performance to come. She came down once more with a soft thud, crushing some of the emerald-hued vegetation beneath brown daggers.
Neck arched gracefully, showing off arabian blood and bringing her dished facade close to her chest. Harks pressed back, as if pinned to her skull, but became hidden beneath her dark, lushcious black mane. Front right limb rose and pawed at the soil beneath it before the vix suddenly bolted, leaping into the black sky, kicking out with her back legs and landing gracefully once again with little more than a soft thud. Legs crossed as she side stepped to her right, neck arched slightly and ears now pricked forward. She stopped and seemed to pause a moment before turning in a tight circle to her left, once, twice, thrice, four times arund she went. As her twirling finished she half reared, kissers shut tight this time as she held herself up. She took a few almost tentative steps backward on her back daggers before coming down softly yet again.
Head tossed and her gaze scanned the area, searching for any soul that would come to dance the night away with her. Snort emitted rom her nostrils and her dagger pawed at the ground, impatient with other eqeuines, wanting to dance now.
