i'm not...lost?

[moxygurl♥]

banshee

“Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to.”

Okay to be brutally honest with herself the mare was lost. Well maybe not completely lost, more like turned around or thrown off course. But in the back of the fae’s mind she had the opinion that she was not where she belonged. That only added to the air of excitement that tinged her thoughts. Danger was something that Banshee looked forward too, it made life more exciting. Still she had no idea where she was.

The white wench glided along as if she floated instead of walked. Blue optics twitched to look in all directions, a slight ring of white surrounding the beautiful azure irises. However all that was shrouded by the mass of pale hair that cascaded down her face. A snort was blown threw her nares as Banshee tossed her head out of boredom.

She knew that she was treading upon someone else’s land, and had been for a while. The real question was why had no one come to confront her just yet? The wraithlike bodice’s forward motion ceased as she came to a halt. “It seems that the horses around here are more ghostly than I am.” Her smooth lyrics stated into the atmosphere as she glanced around at the landscape.

[eclipsemidir]

INSANE LAUGHTER

My black hide ran from Intrepid’s sight to here. I needed this mare to prove to him that I would be loyal. I stopped in front of her. I panted a few seconds and bowed before her, a mischievous smile on my face. He opened his kissers and spoke his dreaded words.

“Hello gorgeous, mind coming with me?”
“I can promise you a spot among the herd as a slave, but you could work your way up,” I winked at her.

I wondered how she would react to being a slave. Would she care, or not? He prepared for a good kick in the jaw. Intrepid, the one he wished to serve forever, was assigning him to take her. [/color]

[moxygurl♥]

banshee

“Has no one told you she's not breathing?
Hello, I'm your mind, giving you someone to talk to.”

It seemed as if boredom was going to completely consume her and the thought of turning around and leaving crossed her mind. However that’s when the white audits pick up the noise of someone galloping towards her. Instantly her blue pools focused upon the black stallion. She was somewhat surprised that he bowed to her. Usually a dark brute wouldn’t think of such a thing. Maybe he was not the leader though. Yea, that made sense.

However her curious demeanor quickly changed at the voicing of one of his words; Slave. Lanterns narrowed as the mare took a step back, thorns laying flat against her cranium. “A slave?” the fae hissed the words. But her thought process turned about and began anew. This could be fun. Even if the title was not glorified, it would still give her victims to torment.

The emotions on her façade softened, as her bodice moved slightly forward once again. “Fine. I’ll follow along.” The vixen stated. An impish grin curled the edges of her muzzle. She could, and would work her way up the latter. But for now being a slave would do.

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Comments:
Okay I dunno about you. But that looks like a whole lot more than 189 words