Hell Never Looked So Good

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Hell never looked

Spirited talons took themselves to where they wanted to be. The femme they belonged to found herself cantering among others, near a large set of waterfalls. Banners flowed gently upon the breeze as the brilliant snow iced vixen moved about the new lands she was beginning to know. It was true, Silverthorne was a new comer to these lands, but she strode about them as if they were her own, as if she had owned them and knew them for many a year. Nares tested the wind that blew towards her, greeting her almost. It carried the scent of many equines, thought few resided currently in the land near the falls. Perhaps she was looking for a brute to call her own, and perhaps not. She had yet to decide what she wanted.

Most would classify Silverthorne as dark, but she was a different kind of dark. She was a dark who told it like it was, and did not deceive (much). Silverthorne did not plan but thought, and she got angry, yes, and that was not a pretty sight, though she managed to look beautiful throughout the rage. No, she did not seethe, or desire conquest, or go merely on impulse. She thought things through, considered all, and perhaps this was what made her the most dangerous of them all. The big difference was: Silverthorne controlled her rage with her brain, not her brain with her rage. Yes, she surely was different.

She had set out not knowing what to expected, but wanting to learn the lands more and more now that she had decided to stay, and if she found a mate, then so be it. But if not, then nothing lost either. Orbs found the source of all the noise harsh to her auds, the waterfalls. They lay before her, a wondrous sight of power that obeyed no other. Kinda like me....? was her initial thought. Towers slowed and chassis rested, the gushing noise of the waterfalls somehow comforting to the bruja. Orbs scanned to horizon, hoping perhaps to spy upon a brute she could meet.

so good

[Evil Crazed Monkey]

[glow=red,2,300]Picture Perfect stepped out from the mist created by the falls behind him, as if in a fantasy. That day he was in one of his rare good moods, his maw curled up in a slight smile. He pricked his auds and his eyes softened as he saw a minx before him. He quietly nickered a greeting to her. "Hello, and what is a beautiful fae such as you doing here, m'lady?"

He peered at her slener form through his long forelock, then flipped it away with a toss of his dial. He arched his neck, his orbs scaning the minx in front of him. "The name be Picture Perfect, but you can call me Pic." He said gently. He flagged his tail, tucked his head in and lifted his hocks high, in a form of pure majesty.

This mare looks single. he thought slyly. Finally, he might be able to find love. Yes, he had love and lost, and now he was looking for love forever, never to be lost. Not many had really looked at him through the light that he really was. Ever since his mate of old had died, he had turned to anger and tyranny as a comfort. Now, he knew all he needed was a different mate.

He stopped prancing circles around the minx and curled his maw up in a smile, not malicious, but gentle. He raised his dial and sniffed the air, his pistons flared. He then bobbed his dial and whinnyed quietly. This minx was actually quite lucky toof caught him in a good mood. His orbs shifted back to the minx, the smile still spread across his face.

OOC: I think my muse is finally back, w00t w00t![/glow]

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Orbs casually glanced at the brute that had decided to make an appearance before her. But they turned back quickly to the grass she had let her boa fall down towards so that her kissers could reach. Her non-chalant attitude was eminent in the mood of the falls. Auds slowly rolled to the direction of the czar that had seemed to deem her interesting or pretty enough for his harem. Tongue longed for this sweet tasting grass, so she continued to eat while he spoke his chosen words.

Ah, first comes the compliment I see. Are his intentions pure? Do I care if they are? were the first thoughts that came to her complex mind as the titan spoke. He obviously wanted to add her to his harem, why else would a stag "grace" a femme with his presence? Many had tried to get her with their herds, but she had declined. She was not one to be grouped with a bunch of other femmora's whose sole plan was to kill. No, she was far too much of an individual for that! She sighed a little as he spoke, the un-originality was blatant.

Maw opened and spoke as orbs watched as he spun circles around her. She told him

You be Picture Perfect according to whom? I'm merely getting to know the lands. And my name, if you care, is Silverthorne.

A small grin traced its way upon her maw, though hers more taunting and luring than his. She was a gorgeous creature, none could call that a lie. She was slender in her build, with a fine head that turned the other sex's heads. Altogether, she was what some might call breathtaking, and she very well knew it.

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