Let the Show being.(open)

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Peace. it was so many different things, and so different to each living creature that walked this earth. Some hated peace, some loved peace, and soem just could care less wether it was peace or chaos. Waterfalls, butterflies, thunderstorms, rain, anthing in that catagory normally gave Aisha peace in her own mind. Aisha loved peace, it let her rest her graceful and beautiful bodice, in this hecktic world that she had to call home. The wilderness was completly different from what she was use to when she lived away from this place, and with others like herself. All she knew was that she could never go back no matter how much she wanted everything to be the same way it was for three years. Shaking her fragile tiara, her liver chesstnut mane flowed freely in the wind of this new place. Slowing her long slender graceful strides into steps, her yellow orbs searched for a peaceful looking place, somewhere the mare could relax and just rest a little bit, before causing some drama and choas in this little place.

The wind was soft and the air cool, meaning that Aisha didnt need to find shelter just a better place to relax then in the middle of nowhere. Gracefully moving her slender long tendons over the lands, her velvet nostrils picked up the scent of water somewhere near-by. Moving at almost a prance the female moved her shiney white pelted bodice closer and closer to where the water scent was coming from. Her yellow orbs took in her surrondings, learning this place from head to toe, learning where she had been and where she would have to go next. The lean mare picked up the pace, as her yellow orbs spotted the clear water, leading into a small amount of forest. Water was just a lovely calming factor of life, and Aisha had traveled to much and just wanted a nice calm night to let herself regroup, before she let herself loose on this place she now called home. Reaching the bank of the stream, the young mare lowered her fragile beautiful tiara down to the cold water, letting her velvet lips suck in the clear liquid. Hitting her stomach it caused almost a pain, she hadn't had much water since she started her traveling, and she took in to much for the first drink. Lifting her lips from the clear liquid she shook her tiara, yellow orbs searching as she took in a deep breathe and lowered her tiara again, taking in smaller lesser amounts this time. Liver chestnut banner waving in the calm winds, her pelt shimmering in the small amount of light that got through the tree's. Aisha was very content here for the time beeing.

Compelte;;
puppet;; Aisha
Notes;; Horrible post. They will get better, promie you that.

[lynx'']

BLIZZARD

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Russian roulette is
not the same without a gun
And baby when it's love, if its
not rough it isn't fun

My fragile frame moved with grace and elegance throughout the shared lands. Almost cream mane and tail were flowing out in a wild dance. My muscles moved me easily across the terrain with such power. Hooves striking the soft grass underneath me. Very deceiving, wouldn't you say? A demon princess, darker than the night, to look almost like...what, and angel? Ha. Sad bastards. I would never be anything but horrid to most, i guessed. I took my fathers attitude, not my mothers. You see Mother, yea, i'm very protective over her, she's easy to please, almost, vunerable. But my father; hell no. former king of Hollwo Woods, almost every equine here on Midnight Acres licked his hooves clean. Boy was i proud he was my pops.

I firm snort was pushed down my thin airways as i leapt forward into a canter, nearing the gathering point. I hadn't explored much, seen as war was close by, and i was a good one to have as a slave, heck, wouldn't that cause a riot. Things were different out here through, it wasn't the usual thick, gloomy air, nor the trapped darkness. No, this palce was almost too light for my liking. I liked sneaking around, having that feeling that someone was watching me.

Powerful legs struck the earth as i slowed to a diagonal two beat pace, maw moving in a grinding motion as my nostrils inhaled the scent of a mare. Soon enough, she came into veiw, and my jaw line cracked into an evil smirk. How fun, another toy. Yea, she looked older, i was only what, seven months? But did that really matter? No. She sure to hell would get a shock if she laid a nip on me! Sidling up close, i showed all signs of dominance, my head held high, in a way only arabians could manage, tail kinked, i carried myself gracefully. Watching the mare and then extending my neck and opening jaws, snapping shut on what i hoped to be her neck. I jolted away, and halted, silken mane falling over my evil, mocha coloured optics. "Blizzard." I stated, in a catty tone. Head skill raised ayt a slightly arkward angle. I sure hoped she got the signal i wanted to know who the heck she was...

Character: Blizzard
Status: complete (=[)
Word Count: 0428
Comments: Yuck. I have a headache, this post sucks. Sorry, i only really have her =/ Others have been booked.


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[ultimatefaker]

Schatten

Peace...What is this peace? Schatten knew little of it in his past life and from what little he had heard about it, it seemed lame. This whole place seemed lame. Wenches with thier temper, trying to push the brute around because of his age. Had they lived his life they would think differently. He was sure of it. He was dilluted, but what does that matter in the trial and error way of life? He didnt care what he was...

His hooves carried him from the falls to this small brook. A boring slat of water, it snaked through this place and so he chose it as something to fallow. He didnt know he would soon regret it. And boy would he. One was bad enough.. he was about to stumble apon three.

Ears at full attention, head high and forward. The brute walked as if he where a king. He was a meer colt.. a yearling, but in the world he came from, he would one day be king. Left for deadd in the woods, he decided he would return one day and kill them all. A hatefull little yearling, tortured by a taste for revenge. You would be too.

His body was stiff and rigid as he fallowed the brook, soon finding himself at his worst nightmare....litteraly. His eyes took in the three and he felt suddenly hot with rage. He wasnt mad at them, he was mad that they exsisted. A quick snort from him would call thier attention, and his eyes glazed over. Not again.

He looked over the three, seeimingly two of light heart and one...one who looked to hate the world almost as much as he. She seemed a proud she-demon. And for the first time in his life, he was slightly impressed. His large draft body was smaller than the three for his age, but he was sure to be bigger than them all one day, but not today. Today he was a muscular colt, long legged and big kneed. He was looking for trouble, and found it, in three adult females.

He heard one proclaim something, something he assumed to be a name, and found himself starring at her. It wasnt puppy love, as he found himself unable to love at this time. It was more admiration. He just liked the way she held herself, she was not weak. Not like the other wenches he had met so far.

Looking at the others, another caught his eye. She was a strange looking mare, but beautiful in her own way. A coat as different as could be, and those eyes. Yellow like the sun. She looked like a demon... but he senced she was light hearted. Didnt change her looks. He would still claim her if she didnt present herself as stupid.

The third.. a drunken wench, cheeks flushed with laughter.. he wanted to screem at her. Stupid wench what was there to laugh at? She had lived to good of a life, he would let someone else claim her. He didnt want a wench like her.

He stood, still and rigid, watching the femoras, hoping they diddnt all turn on him at once.

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Sorry its taking a while post coming soon </3

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