Post by Unbridled Freedom on Jan 25, 2007 23:23:06 GMT -5
.:|Dark Sunshine|:.
Drove to the brink of insanity by her family of lights. Her mind is like a maze or a vine of ivy running up a wall, complicated. She had a black heart once, but then it rotten away and now she has no heart at all…
A golden femmora came cantering in her pillars looked as if they were covered in soot as was her mug and auds. Her locks and banner were soot colored as well. The femmora’s banner wasn’t long and beautiful like most other femmoras, even dark ones. She didn’t care though. Her banner and locks may not be long, shiny and beautiful like all the other femmora’s, she had nothing in common in looks with other mares or personality. Her pelt had many scars; her indigo optics had no emotion as she cantered into the terrace. She tossed her dial that was neither delicate nor elegant. The femmora was a young one, only around the age of four winters. She halted in a small grove of trees, it was evening now, the sun was setting making the light disappear, finally. This femmora liked the shadows like any dark did but did not lurk in them, she was not that kind of dark. She had been taken in by a few hellion but then kicked right back out the next day, the hellion said she was crazed. One reason a hellion kicked her out was because she tried to kill another femmora and her infant. She hadn’t liked the femmora much, she was just annoying and was a dark wanna-be. That femmora was always trying to fight being some one she wasn’t, for some odd reason that just drove her insane. The femmora had started to fight with her, she just fought back and was winning, she was going to finish the femmora off then her stupid little infant ran in front of it’s mother as if to protect it, she ignored the stupid thing, she would kill it as well then, it could die with it’s mother. Unfortunately this mare she had picked a fight with was the lead of that herd and the infant? It was the heir to the herd…She had gotten kicked out that very moment. After many days of searching in no stallion’s lands she had finally found another soul, he was dark but he thought she was crazy as well, he just left her. After months of travling, through the cold months. She found no other hellion that would take in a crazed femmora like herself.
Drove to the brink of insanity by her family of lights. Her mind is like a maze or a vine of ivy running up a wall, complicated. She had a black heart once, but then it rotten away and now she has no heart at all…
A golden femmora came cantering in her pillars looked as if they were covered in soot as was her mug and auds. Her locks and banner were soot colored as well. The femmora’s banner wasn’t long and beautiful like most other femmoras, even dark ones. She didn’t care though. Her banner and locks may not be long, shiny and beautiful like all the other femmora’s, she had nothing in common in looks with other mares or personality. Her pelt had many scars; her indigo optics had no emotion as she cantered into the terrace. She tossed her dial that was neither delicate nor elegant. The femmora was a young one, only around the age of four winters. She halted in a small grove of trees, it was evening now, the sun was setting making the light disappear, finally. This femmora liked the shadows like any dark did but did not lurk in them, she was not that kind of dark. She had been taken in by a few hellion but then kicked right back out the next day, the hellion said she was crazed. One reason a hellion kicked her out was because she tried to kill another femmora and her infant. She hadn’t liked the femmora much, she was just annoying and was a dark wanna-be. That femmora was always trying to fight being some one she wasn’t, for some odd reason that just drove her insane. The femmora had started to fight with her, she just fought back and was winning, she was going to finish the femmora off then her stupid little infant ran in front of it’s mother as if to protect it, she ignored the stupid thing, she would kill it as well then, it could die with it’s mother. Unfortunately this mare she had picked a fight with was the lead of that herd and the infant? It was the heir to the herd…She had gotten kicked out that very moment. After many days of searching in no stallion’s lands she had finally found another soul, he was dark but he thought she was crazy as well, he just left her. After months of travling, through the cold months. She found no other hellion that would take in a crazed femmora like herself.
