Post by Cerau on Aug 29, 2008 20:53:58 GMT -5
The black painted fae trotted heavily in the claimin land, teasin and mocking the poor steed that came her way. She didnt feel sorry for the lost lights that poored their pathetical souls into love. She wanted someone who was just as cruel, as she was. She smirked with a demoness look on her maw, ivorys shows at the other mares passed by her. Scanning the pathetic land, she looked for a decent dark stud to convent her wickedness. She evilly laughs, and trots heavily as her hoofs thundered across the dirt beneath her.
