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Post by Nevaeh on Sept 4, 2008 15:02:46 GMT -5
Renegade Nothing is True
My life is Nothing but lies Nothing that I do Is true Everything is a story Wrote for me on How to live my life
Young chestnut and ivory pinto fae was walking around her home, on her medium long dirty ivory pillars across the dying grass. When was more ivory painted then last time she saw anyone in the herd. Slowing her nice two beat pace down to a more laid-back walk. Dark chestnut colored half pinned back while she was walking alone. Lowering he small female body on to the ground.
~Into her head~ Should I kill her? I don’t know my dear That doesn’t help me decide what to do.I didn’t say it would did I my dear I really hate her, but my heart is telling me that I should love her, I am very confused.You said it my little gal.Oh so you we are both agreeing for once in my short life?Yes we are. Shaking her half ivory and chestnut painted face, causing her ivory mane to lay on both sides of her mainly white muscular neck. Pink nares opened wide while a snort of confusing came out.
Everything is Permitted
Can anyone tell me if I am allowed to take A life of another? Since everything Is Permitted in My life story
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Post by lynx'' on Sept 5, 2008 3:33:16 GMT -5
i n t r e p id
So far away
Everything was soull of life at the moment, father had put me incharge of sorting out an army of warriors, for the battle, although, so far, only a few members of the herd knew about the battle to come. My hooves planted deep into the snow, winter. It was far one of my favourite seasons, it was cold, harsh, a little like me, don't you think?
I snorted,and like a dragon, my breath came out my nares as a puff of smoke, i cackled, this was amazing. Breaking into a lively jog, i thundered across my homeland, taking in everry new sense, smell, touch. Everything was just so different now. The wound on my shoulder kept cracking open, due to the cold freezing the open wounded flesh, as i lengthened my stride, the tender flesh ripped, crimson blood dripping onto the white snow, staining it.
I slowed to a walk as my shoulder stiffened, spotting Renegade not far up infront I stopped close to her Wel hello there filly, its been a while, don't you agree? I hissed, my voice, friendly tones could be reconized, however, they weren't over done.
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Post by Nevaeh on Sept 6, 2008 17:26:55 GMT -5
Renegade Nothing is True
Why should I kill? Why do I feel like this? Why do I feel? Why is my life so confusing Why do I keep saying Why?
It took this young chestnut paint pinto fae, to speak when she knew that someone was near her. This young fae was in dreamland thinking if she should or should not do what she was thinking. The hearing the vocals she knew who it was without really looking at him. Well hello there filly, its been a while, don’t you agree? shaking her crown causing her ivory mane to lay neatly agasint her mainly ivory painted muscular neck. Opening her pink colored maw. Indeed it is. Not that I have any problem with no one seeing me. Gives me more time to think. her vocals were a lot darker then they had been when she was younger. Her odd colored orbs looking out of the place, she called home. she knew she would have to leave soon, and she knew that if she saw her again she knew it would not be a good meeting for both of them.
Why you should Kill? She left you without A word, not even a Goodbye kiss Cause she does Not love you And she is A light sided fae
Everything is Permitted
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