Post by wayward on Dec 4, 2006 17:02:54 GMT -5
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
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