bleeding mascara __ claiming.

[rayvencullen.]

I am not your normal dark..

Palomino limbs shifted slightly as he danced sideways, tucking his head into his chest and keeping his ears aside his head to listen to any danger that might was lurking in the shadows. Nares were wide with anticipation, was this his chance to finally claim a land? He didn't know so he just rolled his shoulder forward and outstretched his forelimb, pawing at the ground before tossing his head back, neck twisted around to call out towards anyone who would listen. "I, lord Spike, hereby claim this land!" He screeched, smacking his tail upon his haunches before a smile came across his face. Where was Queen Sohalia?

.. prepare to die.

[Sohalia]

Sohalia
The moonlight calls to me!



Look At Me!


I moved back into the land of Taunting Marshes. My long cream sentinels flickers while I took in the sounds once more. I looked over head as I seen one of the many bats that called this place home. Then I glanced toward the shadows, the red eyes from the demons still glared at me. I let out a snort while I made my way down the path. I was glad to be back home and still ruled as queen of the Marshes. But my son Thowra, his scent have left the lands. Maybe forever. Then maybe not.

I then heard the call of Spike as he gave out a claiming call through out the land as he called all who dare to shed blood over it. I could feel my slender cream limbs pick up my pace as I began a raging gallop over the land. I dodge the deadly quick sand pits and the cob weds that spreaded themselves over the path. I moved forth more as I gain speed, racing over the land. Then my nares extended as they took in scents around me. I could now smell Spike as he put out his musky scent over the land. I let out a smirk as I closed the ground between us.

I then seen his dark golden frame off in the distance as I then put on my brakes. I came to a sliding stop as the muck and mud caked under my belly. Then my slender limbs began to take me closer toward him while I then began to speak towards him from the shadows. Welcome King Spike. Then after my words, I step from the shadows. The winter moon beams danced down upon my butter cream flesh making me look like a sliver ghost. My ice blue lanterns softly glares as him as a smirk began to form upon my cream mug. I then began to speak toward him once more. This is a nice land. It shall serve you very well. There was something about him that was driving me crazy, but in a good way. It made me want to give myself to him and him forever. To serve him. To have his foal this coming up fall. I wasn't sure what it was. Maybe how he just came in here taking over Yarraman's land after him, daring him to set foot in it again. But whatever it was, I was sure to get to the bottom on this.