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[rayvencullen.]

It wasn't normal. It couldn't be normal. She couldn't be here in the place where she was thrown out so long ago. It resembled it so well. Hell. It was the place she had been banished from not too long ago. Expelled from Heaven and banished from Hell, where did she fit in? She didn't think it mattered much, so she just let her light moon-colored legs carry her carcass through the slender bark of the trees that were slowly dying, deprived of the water and light that they so desperately needed. It was amazing to see her weave throughout the underbrush so expertly, like a snake perhaps if you looked at her correctly. But would you really care if how she looked now? She was filling out for the winter, her hair was growing thicker and longer and hanging down in short tufts. But throughout all this she was still trekking deeper into the heart of the place she had chosen to live within, her dark gaze shifting to a few bats that fluttered overhead and squeaked her name for all to hear. Blow her cover much? She thought so, so in return she let her teeth clack out towards the dastardly bats and gave a shrill warning to them to shut the hell up. Whether they did or not was on their own accord.

Furrowing her invisable eyebrows she dug herself between two oak trees and slid through them. She soon began thinking to herself. Great, I'm lost. I'm fucking lost. Black hooves buried deeper into the ground with fury, suprised that the ground struck back and set water splashing at her underbelly. Not to mention the horrible pain that shot up her cannon and into her shoulder, spreading up her neck and into her cranium. A squeal of fustration was given as she leapt into the air, taking the pressure off her throbbing leg and springing forward out of the marshes. Ears were hiding in her webs as she surfaced upon the ground, standing for a long moment to let the pain subside before she moved onward, straight into the heart of Hell where she now rested, head arisen upon her withers and an ever vigilant look upon her eyes. Was it just her or was she acting strange, looking over this land as if it was hers? So what if the Devil had exiled her, she was still the master of it all. The evil. All of it. The bats began their feeding frenzy, darting in and out of her space but she did not once speak or move away from them, just stood and watched them feast upon the little bugs floating throughout the air.

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[>>savvy ♥]

DARK DECEMBER
i wake up with bloodshot eyes
struggle to memorize
the way it felt between your thighs
pleasure that made you cry
feels so good to be bad
not worth the aftermath, after that
after that
try to get you back

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He saw her before she saw him, he assumed, for she kept going. Certainly his newest claim would stop if she saw her king? December's eyes watched her form dance through the clumps of trees, weaving expertly about almost like she actually knew where she was. There was something about the way Serpentine moved about that made a few questions come to the twisted mind of the stallion. Giving his crown a good shake his pistons began to carry him forward once more, hooves being sucked into the earth that fought his every stride. Lips curled back in frustration, a deep nicker more along the lines of a roar falling from him. What was even more frustrating turned out to be the hellish scent that the entire marsh gave off. It made it difficult to scent what he wanted to scent, and what he wanted was to find the mare that had disappeared as quickly as she had appeared. Glaring at the trees where the bats resided, his obsidian bulk picked up a choppy trot slowed only by his own marshes.

Audits flicked about taking a listen to the nighttime noises. Bats, shrieking shrilly, where the main source of noise, yet there was also the soft cooing of the birds and snarls coming from far away. He hoped that the angry growls were coming from Hallow Woods instead of his own home; the last thing he needed to deal with were some predators. This king had better things to do kill off predators and save the asses of his followers. Dark December pulled his muzzle towards his chest, keeping his trot as even as possible when he hit a dry spot in the ground, and resisting a stumble when the land just as suddenly softened again. What an irritating place it could be. Head tossed upwards in a frustrated manner, shoulder-length mane of oil black strands lashing about his form. That was when he saw her; Serpentine, standing still and looking over the lands in a strange manner. "Do you like what you see?" He came up behind her, 'brows' raised in question, and his lips twisted into a slant as he surveyed her daringly, gaze testing her reaction when his body slid up to her side, barrel brushing hers and a smirk on his face.

[rayvencullen.]

She scented him before she saw him. Once his dark and musky scent hit her nares it made her lip curl back in a slight growl, but she kept on forward, ignoring her king for only a moment before she had dipped into the marshes and disappeared from his sight. She hadn't been in the mood for talking for quite some while, she just let her mind wander off into time and space to relive the steps she had taken not long ago to get where she was to here. She could vividly remember her birth and the foaling of her little sister Illivexas, but the rest of it was extremely fuzzy. But that was alright. The only thing that mattered was that Vexas had a home of her own and so did she, free from harms way. Now she just had to learn everyone's name. And the first on her list would be that king of hers, Dark December.

She licked at her ashen lips slowly, pink tongue stopping at the base of her lips before pulling back into her mouth. The pelt upon her shoulders twisted up as the bats continued their midnight chorus, jaw set in a tight lock to keep herself restrained from running around trying to kill the little bastards. Yet feeling a pair of eyes upon her backside she relaxed a considerable amount, parting her lips only slightly to drink in the stallion's scent before her cage rattled as she mindlessly began to sing, "It feels like I'm looking at life.." Tail lashed from side to side as she tried to piece together some words her mum used to sing. "Through the telescope because I'm so hig--" She sidestepped and clacked her teeth close to the king, her ears pinned back but then lurching forward a fraction of an inch. "Oh, king. Didn't see you." Such a lie, was it not?

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