Post by unbridledfreedom on Jan 17, 2009 21:36:57 GMT -5
BIA
Her vermilion optics gazed across the valley. She stood upon a rock cliff, the moonlight causing her ebony hued pelt to shimmer. The air was humid and the dark clouds were low, her long locks were drenched in sweat as she continued to watch outward to this valley. A hot wind came by and made a shiver run up and down her spine, she gasped and threw her head up, closing her optics. She could smell it, she could feel it, and she wanted it more than anything. This valley had been stained by blood many a time and once again she would be the one to cause the blood to spill. Rearing up she struck the empty air, power put into the movements as she thought of the bodies that would stand in front of her and then the air wouldn’t be so empty any more. She came back down and wheeled away from the cliff, her daggers clattering on the stone, and galloped down into the valley. Her hoof beats became softer as they reached the long grass and even as she galloped like a savage beast she had the stealth of a killer. She tossed her head and gave a sharp buck into the air. The storm was going to start soon and so was the massacre.
This she-devil wasn’t any plain vixen, no she was something so much more exotic. Yes, her pelt was ebony but she sported some markings that were a bit more interesting. She sported a vermilion dorsal stripe and from the dorsal stripe ran numerous red, tiger looking stripes that ran all the way down to her stomach and red stripes made their way all the way up from her hooves to her knees. On her visage there were two ruby hued stripes that ran across her eye lids and down her cheek, they looked somewhat like scars. Her bodice was fit and muscular but slender and sexy, marked with a few scars. She looked like a friesian crossed with an arabian, her locks and banner having a slight wave to them but her visage and bodice having more of an arabian appearance. And there was of course her bright vermilion optics that with one glance could give you a look that would make you want to go into a dark place and hide away. She carried herself like royalty, and if denied the fact that she was better than you she would just have to kick you in the head until you died.
What could she do to you? Her blood lust would drive her to murdering you but that wasn’t anything special. What else could she do? Well she could get you to fight with her, she could make you fight your best friend or your mate. It didn’t matter to her. Sometimes she would do this for entertainment and other times she would do this to get rid of an equine that she disliked. She didn’t tend to abuse this power but she couldn’t help it sometimes. Sometimes her blood lust became so great that she needed some one to fight her. The thing was that she would win every time. What was fun for her was learning her opponents techniques and making the other equines fight until she perfected their moves. If they gave up before she perfected it or she accidentally killed them before she perfected their moves she would spend a few days sulking and attempting these battle moves again and again of course other equines would tell her to stop but she would merely kick out at them or nip at them.
This vixen’s name is Bia and as she galloped in circles and awaited for equines to come she kicked out her long hind legs toward the stormy skies; ready for the empty space of where her daggers hit to be filled with the body of an equine.
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Status;; Done
Words;; 650-ish
Muse?;;Uh, sort of?
Notes;; I'm a bit rusty