Post by akela on Mar 24, 2007 20:05:31 GMT -5
.double double toil and trouble.
.fire burn and cauldron bubble.
.fire burn and cauldron bubble.
She was d**ned: .Toxic Tears.
She was Molded: Wench
She was Given: 5 Bitter winters
She always Trusts: Satan
She was Lined: Mutt
She had a Dam: Fallyn
She has a Sire: Uprising
Her Temperament: eh you sure you wanna know?
Her Past: Toxic crew up with her father and mother in a remote area. Secluded by darkness. Toxic had a deficulty to understand her mother's annoyingness. As she grew older both parents disappeared leaving the creature alone. That didn't make her too happy. The ashen wench grew angryer and hunger for blood. Everything in her heart disappeared into nothingness. And now a new creature has been reborned into this land. A creature that no one can handle.
Roleplay: Limbs carried the ashen witch over the lands of Lazy Creek. Such a shame that there were no humans to torment. But right now something caught her attention. A new mouse has entered the death trap and Toxic will be the first to move in like a cat stalking it's prey. Nares flared catching the scent that of a mare. Oh how nice a pathetic lone mare has decided to wonder the lands alone. Limbs stepped heavily upon the turf below as body pressed onwards towards this new bait. But what does she care. Not this one. As the spotted creature came into view a rough snort was given as the friesian mutt pulled to a halt before the other. The rain pelted down upon her hide soaking the vixen's coat. Mane draped heavily against her neck from the rain. With a shake of her crania droplets of water flew everywhere as Toxic drew to a halt towering above this lonely mare.
My my, what do we have here. A lone mare sleeping on a rainy day like this. When danger could be lurking all around.
Icy tones poured from her voicebox as whipcords lashed out violently behind her muscled haunches. Two dark liquids glared coldly upon the spotted femme as the ashen witch circled her. Nares flaring catching the whiff of her scent. A few scents of being alpha still lingered on the spotted one, but the rest was gone. A harsh snort was release as Toxic lifted a forelimb and stamping a hoof into the muddy turf. As she awaits for the other to awake.
The spotted femme heard the sharp flints struck the earth of another equid and she quickly brought herself up, letting her old limbs carry her chassi up to then turn her gaze at the other that didn't seem to be that far away from her. It were a demoness, a kind-hearted creature as herself could tell that by the way she behaved and the femme knew that without the alphaen rank she had become nothing, though she would not tolerate any bad behaviour even if she were a nobody in another alphaen's eyes. There weren't anything thingyy about herself, she held her dial rather low and she had no intention to start showing off. Even if she wanted to stand her ground she knew that she were now too old to stand her ground but she did bring her auds backwards to somehow show that the bruja weren't really welcomed. May I help you? She reached her halo down to rub a itchy that were right beside one of her zeniths but she quickly brought her crania back up so she could meet the other's gaze. It seemed as the vixen would bring nothing else then trouble, and trouble weren't really anything that she wished for at the moment. She ahd enjoyed the solitude and to rest upon the wet earth beneath her, but it seemed as she were getting to old for any adventure that came here way.
The Liver Dappled brute Slipped through the shadows as he felt the breeze blow into his face and toy with his drenched locks. He felt a smile creep upon his maw, Rain was the only time he smiled anymore. two scents upon the breeze made him halt and take it in deeply. he didnt see any before him, only the few timbers about him in the subtle shadows. his auds thrust forward at the sound of water flowing over rocks and flowing downhill to the lowest point which was often a lake...
He soon pressed on to investigate his movements slow and silent soon he spotted an opening in the timbers he sttod on the edge his liver colored coat blending though his white painted legs and the white mask upon his fore head might catch and eye but it seemed to him they were far off yet closer to the river he had heard. he stood and watched the dark femme approach the spotted. he could tell just by the way they held themselves whom was the light and who the dark. he switched his tail slightly amused and having nothing better to do he just stood to watch.
Oh I'm just passing by. Thought I leave my lands for a short while and explore parts of Tama. But since you are here, why not make life hell of a fun.
A devil smirk drew upon her facade as a new scent lingered in her nares. Stallion. She spoke quietly to only herself. Making it hard for the other mare not to hear. Skull turned away as dark liquids scanned over the lands for this stallion. Who thinks he can join this little amusing place. Spotting something white in the distance a rough snort was given as she turned her body to face him. The friesian mutt stamped a hoof in annoyance, but soon relaxed. Muscles rippled beneath her hide as she looked once more towards the mare then back upon the white face.
It looks like we've got company deary. Come out, come out stallion. I know where your hiding.
Sarcasm escaped her jowls as she pivoted through the water sending it everywhere. Coming to a halt in the middle of the shallow part of the lake whipcords lashed out violently behind her haunches sending a loud cracking sound erupting the silence all around. Another one to torture. This should be fun to enjoy. Turning back to face the spotted femme Toxic stood half in and half out of the water.
What is a mare like yourself wandering around when danger could be lurking? Oops I am the danger.
Another sarcasm tone was given as Toxic Tears moved completely out of the cool liquid and now standing before the mare. She kept looking back to see if the stallion would show. Oh yes deary there is no need to hide from a dark.
.double double toil and trouble.
.something w.i.c.k.e.d. : this way comes.
