Post by DreamRaider on Nov 5, 2010 14:50:59 GMT -5
They Call Me- [glow=red,2,300]DreamRaider[/glow]
Survived- [glow=red,2,300]5 Winters[/glow]
My Lineage Follows-
[glow=red,2,300]Pure Arabian[/glow]
My Pelt be- [glow=red,2,300]Ebony[/glow]
Special Markings?- [glow=red,2,300]None[/glow]
I follow the Calling of- [glow=red,2,300] Dark, Obviously[/glow]
Of Course Im- [glow=red,2,300]A Subductress, Like you can't tell?[/glow]
A little About me?- [glow=red,2,300]I battle The Demons in my soul. Read the history, You'll understand..[/glow]
So you want to know, then?-
Warm optics beamed happiness over the youngster. New Hope had just had her first born, and nothing in the world seamed to matter at the moment. The small Frame of the youngster was pure black, and for a moment, just one, it reminded her of him. She shook her skull, removing the beast from her thoughs, and settled back down to admiring 'secret love'. M'dear, ill always be here for you, she cooed.
Days past and the filly began to grow, she learnt to walk, talk and understand the world around her. As she neared her first birthday as day came, that brought the first change to her oh so perfect life, living as a Being who follows the light way of life.
It was chilly that morning, but that wasnt why an undescribable shudder crawled over New Hope's flaxen coat.. No, he was here. She could feel it. She looked in dismay over to the edge of their clearing, as the Ebony brute emerged from the timbers. Now, Now M'dear.. did you truely think you could escape me? The sinister voice boomed over the lands, although he wasnt actually raising his voice, You did. You truely thought you had escaped? Naw, i just didnt bother finding untill now. His vocals were almost a snarl now, as he stepped forward.
A small facaid popped out from behind the terrified Ess' rump, glaring at the massive brute. Devour stepped back, and was only shaken for a moment before looking to New Hope, Shes Mine, I can smell it. he said as his paperthins flared as if to prove the point.
Months Now past, as the brute stayed with them. He hardly spoke to secret, but Secret already disliked him. He was mean, rude and picked on her mother. But as much as she didnt want him to be, she knew he was her father, for she was the female clone of him to anyone who looked.
The day came, and it was a dark rainy afternoon. It was Secrets 1st birthday, and she was just stepping out from their caven habitat, when she realised the scene she was stepping into. The bruten and her mother were having an arguement. The Filly is following after you too much! She is become as pathetic and worthless as you! She must be shown the way, She may survive. If not, Good riddens! he growled the words. No! Leave her Be! leave us be! just go! New hope was shreiking, and sobbing..
The scene that came next was gruesome.. With one quick movement the brute raised his forebody, and slashed at the Mare's temple, Bringing her down easily. Secret Knew her mother was dead, she screamed!
As the blood curdling sound left her lips somethign happened, A feeling washed over her. at first it burned, burned of hate and anger, slowing mellowing to a numb fire inside her, that would never truely go away. She swung fowards, dashing past him and knocking the bigger stag to the side with her shoulder. She swung round again at him, preparing to attack.
The brute Laughed loudly, sidestepping her second dash, and kicking out, grazing her flank badly. She hardly flinched, though the wound gushed crimson. Once more she swung around, heading striaght for him. Flints stopped directly Before him, dust flying everywhere as she skidded to a heaving stop. She glared at him, driving hate into him. He calmly spoke with a smirk, She was worthless, as are you. Now Secret, you are part of me, i know you can find it in you to be what your ment to be. To Kill, to find peace in Hate. Let me show you, and i will not make you suffer the same fate as your mother.
She continued to stare at him with that look, then quickly, with the agile movement of a purearabian, she turned, flints kicking out and taking him by surprise. One slashed his chest and the other took out his forlegs, bringing him to his knees. Before he could stand she finished him with a blow to the head. I be Secret no longer brute. Thy Shall Call me DreamRaider, and the world shall know my wrath. I am Not worthless! I am simply, your worst nightmare, Come True.
Survived- [glow=red,2,300]5 Winters[/glow]
My Lineage Follows-
[glow=red,2,300]Pure Arabian[/glow]
My Pelt be- [glow=red,2,300]Ebony[/glow]
Special Markings?- [glow=red,2,300]None[/glow]
I follow the Calling of- [glow=red,2,300] Dark, Obviously[/glow]
Of Course Im- [glow=red,2,300]A Subductress, Like you can't tell?[/glow]
A little About me?- [glow=red,2,300]I battle The Demons in my soul. Read the history, You'll understand..[/glow]
So you want to know, then?-
Warm optics beamed happiness over the youngster. New Hope had just had her first born, and nothing in the world seamed to matter at the moment. The small Frame of the youngster was pure black, and for a moment, just one, it reminded her of him. She shook her skull, removing the beast from her thoughs, and settled back down to admiring 'secret love'. M'dear, ill always be here for you, she cooed.
Days past and the filly began to grow, she learnt to walk, talk and understand the world around her. As she neared her first birthday as day came, that brought the first change to her oh so perfect life, living as a Being who follows the light way of life.
It was chilly that morning, but that wasnt why an undescribable shudder crawled over New Hope's flaxen coat.. No, he was here. She could feel it. She looked in dismay over to the edge of their clearing, as the Ebony brute emerged from the timbers. Now, Now M'dear.. did you truely think you could escape me? The sinister voice boomed over the lands, although he wasnt actually raising his voice, You did. You truely thought you had escaped? Naw, i just didnt bother finding untill now. His vocals were almost a snarl now, as he stepped forward.
A small facaid popped out from behind the terrified Ess' rump, glaring at the massive brute. Devour stepped back, and was only shaken for a moment before looking to New Hope, Shes Mine, I can smell it. he said as his paperthins flared as if to prove the point.
Months Now past, as the brute stayed with them. He hardly spoke to secret, but Secret already disliked him. He was mean, rude and picked on her mother. But as much as she didnt want him to be, she knew he was her father, for she was the female clone of him to anyone who looked.
The day came, and it was a dark rainy afternoon. It was Secrets 1st birthday, and she was just stepping out from their caven habitat, when she realised the scene she was stepping into. The bruten and her mother were having an arguement. The Filly is following after you too much! She is become as pathetic and worthless as you! She must be shown the way, She may survive. If not, Good riddens! he growled the words. No! Leave her Be! leave us be! just go! New hope was shreiking, and sobbing..
The scene that came next was gruesome.. With one quick movement the brute raised his forebody, and slashed at the Mare's temple, Bringing her down easily. Secret Knew her mother was dead, she screamed!
As the blood curdling sound left her lips somethign happened, A feeling washed over her. at first it burned, burned of hate and anger, slowing mellowing to a numb fire inside her, that would never truely go away. She swung fowards, dashing past him and knocking the bigger stag to the side with her shoulder. She swung round again at him, preparing to attack.
The brute Laughed loudly, sidestepping her second dash, and kicking out, grazing her flank badly. She hardly flinched, though the wound gushed crimson. Once more she swung around, heading striaght for him. Flints stopped directly Before him, dust flying everywhere as she skidded to a heaving stop. She glared at him, driving hate into him. He calmly spoke with a smirk, She was worthless, as are you. Now Secret, you are part of me, i know you can find it in you to be what your ment to be. To Kill, to find peace in Hate. Let me show you, and i will not make you suffer the same fate as your mother.
She continued to stare at him with that look, then quickly, with the agile movement of a purearabian, she turned, flints kicking out and taking him by surprise. One slashed his chest and the other took out his forlegs, bringing him to his knees. Before he could stand she finished him with a blow to the head. I be Secret no longer brute. Thy Shall Call me DreamRaider, and the world shall know my wrath. I am Not worthless! I am simply, your worst nightmare, Come True.