Foolish Angel

[razor]

With the dark storm right behind her, she could feel the calmness seep into her veins of poison. She could here the silentness of the ato around her. The air was thick with the feeling of electricity and thunder. The creatures were all hiding and scoping out safe areas. They felt "god" might have been angry at them for those bad moments, but oh they were so wrong. God. There was no God, not in her mind. It was only one thing that worked. It was the Earth, it created winds, and storms and everything. The sun just helped with that. So that was one of the only reasons the sun was still high in the list to respect in her mind. But oh, the lights loved the sun, thinking it was a symbol of God, when only it was a big burning ball of energy, hot and scary, much like the darks. Oh yes, the darks were the most powerful, and more clever. But unfortunately, the least abundant. But that didn't matter. A small harem like this could still take over another, light herd, still kill many. Still could hear those screams for mercy, and could still see that blood spilling out onto the ground. They could still do the harm they wanted. Oh, but those wars just advertised to the other darks in other lands, calling them out of hiding, to come and join. And thus, it worked so well to make armies.

With jet black titaniums flying out of control, her onyx chassis, a blur in the shadows, hurtled through the damp, cold woods. She flicked her harks back, wondering if that d**ned brute would ever catch up. She had figured out the way once she reached the forest, and now she seemed to dominate. Well the shadows at least. They seemed to absorb her in, welcoming her into the blackness. It felt good to just thunder through here. She felt the vibrations from the loud cracks of thunder, it was deafening at times, filling her with energy she oh so needed.

Stopping before a small tree, she looked around, seeing shadows surround her. She felt the need to yell out, announce herself to the world. She was who she was. As she hopped up onto her hind pillars, she clawed the darkened yonder as the wind settled a little bit. She let a low growl rise into a sharp scream. It was high and definately infriendly. only those who were about her status could approach her.

[Razor]

Dark-toned steed made his way towards his newly discovered land. Gaze rested over his precious territory before watching a shadow make its way through the trees. A grin crossed his face as he noticed it was a sign from his newly annointed queen to follow her. He snorted and tossed his head slightly before picking up a swift lope towards her. She blended perfectly into the shadows while he himself blended with the trees. They were both unseen by anyone else. The screach through the trees helped him find his way towards her as he slowed to a slow-paced trot. Daggers hit the ground violently at every stride and ears were perched forward, almost perfectly atop his handsome dial. Finally, he approached her without hesitation and halted near her flanks, slightly nipping near them but avoided causing any destruction. He moved around her before snorting once more as the dark clouds moved forward over his land once more, making the moment even more intense than usual. Lo my queen. His tone dark and hateful. She would most likely give him attitude. Perhaps she didn't want him there but that didn't matter to him.

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[razor]

Lookng around the desolate woods, she smirked, glaring into the unseen darkness. Only untill she felt the incisors against her pelt did she realise that this devilish brute had come. She spun around, letting dreads flying around her in a whirlpool of shadowy grease. She snorted as the hunter began to speak his greeting, letting her voids stare deep into the depths of his dark mind. Not many would dare touch her in that way, which just happened to piss her off just right. Taking one dull, chipped titanium of an ebonite color, she lifted it, only to stamp it back down onto the moist sod of the glebe below her. Letting her hars flick backwards, she plastered them to skull, dulling out most of the quiet sounds of the forest around her. She could hear only her heartbeat slowly, pumping out it's toxic waste, and her rusty breathing, drawing in the life force that could supply every creature in the world. She could taste the humidity on her tongue, and felt that she must spit out the luscious taste quickly. letting the saliva reach her kisser, she spat it out quickly, almost directly at the handsome steed. It was both a way of saying don't touch me, and this place sucks. Giving a small smirk, she let vulgur words reach her labrums, and tantalise the brute.

You, Bastard, have chosen a shadowy place, but not one to my good side. You are not fairing all that well either.

Staring directly at him, she dared him to do it again, she almost craved that feel of pain. She almost wanted it to seize her body and make her go more crazy than she already was. Flicking her tail rapidly, she let audits go back to normal positioning, wanting the answer to her remarks. She would only laugh if this coward did show his cowardice.