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[Nevaeh]

Amira

As the golden girl walked around her homeland, while her golden Arabian crown was lower where was he. Amira could not believe that he had done it again and vanished from her and this land again. Lowering her crown towards the land while she began to sniff the grass, while her dark orbs began to well up, and shinny tear started falling down the side of her palomino crown. Why has he done it again, and at the same time as before. As her golden pillars walked her out of her home yet again, she had to much trust in stallions, speeding up her gait into a lovely two beat across the different types of terrains around Midnight Acres.

As my golden pillars began to slow down to a walk, my hooves took me to a place She knew that it name is Coco Bay, as her golden pillars moved her forward and further and closer towards the sea. Amira then stood with her crown looking out over the sea and started wondering, why has she never had a home for a long time, this girl just felt like she was on a saddens trail, moving only two steps forward and letting the dark water come over her hooves.

[Saββath]

SABBATH

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&psi His Lordship soon found himself wondering up and down the shoreline. He felt an eagerness toward claiming His land righteous to Him. All he needed was a mare and he must try not to be picky. Stretching his muscular ebony neck he shook his mane freely as he trotted in and out of the salty sea water. Often he found himself wondering around the ocean and he wasn't exactly sure why. Well, he did get to this new land by swimming, a marathon that tested his devotion toward himself. The ocean is a powerful beast, never to be tamed, unexpected and worthy of honor. At the thought, he paused and looked out at the horizon, bowing in appreciation. No being would ever receive his gratitude, they were too weak and helpless to deserve his honor.

&psi Continuing his slow canter down the shore, he was about to decide to leave when he spotted a lone vixen. Perfect. She was very brightly colored, he almost had to squint from the sun reflecting off her golden carcass. Curious of this loner he approached, holding his head high. "And what be your calling, Vixen?" His tone was casual, but his mind was quick at work.

[Nevaeh]

Amira



Auds flicked backwards at hearing the lyrics of another horse, and this golden girl could tell was a stallion as her purebred Arabian crown towards the pitch black looking stallion, as her golden auds went back. This golden girl was not in a good mood to be messed with, not with her hormones all mixed up and beinging in foal does not help her mood either. Now why would someone like you want to know my name, when it is not worth saying my name, cause I am just not important at all., I’m just a piece of rubbish to throw out and never to be seen again.
Amira lyrics were not her normal kind ones, she was very angry with a stallion know as Indigo, she had trust him again, and Amira knew that indigo had blown his last chance, it was easy to tell from her vocals that this former princess and queen was not in a very good mood, cause her hormones were talking over what she was doing and saying for this moment in time, and Amira did not really care. Shaking her crown, which caused her white blonde colored mane to flick on either side of her golden neck, she then turned her crown to scratch and itch on her barrel.

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Nevvy's Notes:
Horse: Amira
Muse:Good
Comments: Amira has just been left alone again, from a stallion called Indgio, and she is in foal by him for the second time. So Amira is normally a kind mare, but since her hormones have taken over for this moment.

[Saββath]

SABBATH

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&psi "Sheer ingenious curiosity." He couldn't help feeling a shallow regret for speaking up to this bitch. Her stomach looked as if it were bulging, a possible foal within, and what was the use of playing with one who's already been played with? Then again, it couldn't hurt. At the though, his lips cracked into a grin. Some say a smile leads into one's soul - typically said in a positive way, expecting to find goodness. Now Sabbath, just looking into his unholy eyes whilst He smile's you imagine Darkness at it's greatest, a chill just might grace your back. He was far from a pleasant sight, closer to an eyesore for any race unlike himself.

&psi Some may say it a gift, his easy way of seeing the path an equine follows, but really for others it may turn out to be a curse. He just can't be tricked. This Vixen before him didn't look like a Minion but at the very least a possible Loner, or maybe the weakest of all. He didn't want to think about that, "By the way, you're all worthless trash. Some are just less worthless than others." He was not one of the 'trash' for He had come to stop this ruling of the weak, to end the weaker races once and for all. For he is Lord Sabbath, his smile widened at his vision for His future.


notes: Ah, so sorry very low muse right now.
word count: 250

[Sohalia]

Droja

My slender painted limbs carried me out of the lands of Hollow Woods and into the Bay. I liked coming here to relax and let things ease off my mind, every wicked bitch like myself needed to relax sometime. But I had the feeling that this wouldn't be the time for the relaxing. My nares flares as I took in the scents of Amira, her ass here again. I let my limb move another step, but came to a halt. A new scent danced through out the air. A new dark stallion in the land of Midnight Acres eh? This shall be good.

I moved about in the shadows as I eased forth lurking, watching the brute and Amira. I could sense that Amira was upset once again. I knew it could only mean one damn thing. That worthless piece of shit had done it to her again. What the hell was wrong with her. I told her she just needed to beat his ass and get it over with. I could tell that she had a youth that she held inside of her. I could also see where a tear had ran down her face. The dark golden spot still somewhat remain on her cerebrum. I was about to leave her and this brute alone. Maybe he could make her come to are side. The darkness. I tryed two times, but both times I had failed.

But something about this brute I didn't like. How he looked at her like she was a piece of trash. Like he was so much better than everyone. Then I heard the magic words that set me into one of my blood thirsty mood swings. "By the way, you're all worthless trash. Some are just less worthless than others." I must said he might talk to her like that, but I know damn well he wasn't going to talk to me like that. He said you're all worthless so darling, that meant me too.

I moved forward out of the shadows as I moved to the golden minx side. My copper lanterns zoned in upon his midnight brutes throat. I was really for the taste of blood upon my taste buds, to hear screams of pain, cracking of bones. I wanted to hear all that. My painted mug began to open as I spoke toward the brute in a daring tone. Darling, there might be alot of things I might be, but worthless isn't one of them. But I'm kind of glad I'm not worthless cause what does that make you. There king? I took another step forward toward the brute. I didn't care if he was my own kind or not, I still wanted to rip his damn throat out. I then began to speak toward him once more, but this time my tone was low. Also in this world of darkness, curiosity always kills them damn worthless basters. I didn't speak or even looked at Amira, but I knew that she knew that I was here siding beside her on this. I wasn't going to let another dark push her ass around, not him, not anyone.

[Nevaeh]

Amira

The golden girl was going to say something when her dark almost black colored orb then saw the painted mare the she knew as Droja, hearing the painted dark fae’s vocals. Amira could tell and knew that Droja was on her side for once in this, true Amira knew that she would not mess with Droja because one she was a dark, and Amira was not that keen on darks or any other stallions or horses, well apart from her mum Shabha, and Noel who she is living with. Shaking her crown, which caused her white blonde mane to flick against either side of her golden neck. Amira was not in a very good mood, then opening her greyish blackish colored maw Just because I’m a bloody light, does not mean I don’t bite.

[/size] if you knew Amira it was very easy to tell that she did have some darkness underneath, the lighter part of her heart. Only if she was brought up differently who knows what might of happened. Amira did not saying anything to Droja not knowing what mood she was in Amira kept her tongue quite, but she was just not keen on stallions at all for this moment in time, it did not matter if the stallion was a dark, light or neutral this golden girl did not want to see one. Amira just wanted to come to the beach for a little bit of peace, and to think over things.
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