Post by -- Phoenixx on Feb 1, 2009 1:30:14 GMT -6
{ p h o e n i x x }
.. So now was my chance to show them all I had what it took. I could do this. I could, I could. You know what? I would! Id take that chance, and Id use it to my advantage. No one wanted to mess with me, no one wanted to get in my way. Not when the white parts of my body were dyed red. No one wanted to mess with the wicked witch. Why? Because no one wanted to get in a place they didnt want to be in. They never believed me; what I could do. Not until they saw it first hand. My, my! What fun that was. A little game? Why... Why yes! A little trick? Something hiding up my sleeve. The card game? The ace of spades was my card. I used it to my advantage. No one could pull out which was right, which was wrong. No one could. It was impossible. After all, I do have sharp daggers for hooves, and that dark, devilish look in my eyes. My life was filled, wrapped around, influenced by the black clouds of my life. And I didnt mind it. Not one bit ..
xx. Black and white wings carried the friesian/draft body along the vapor clouds. The dark clouds giving way into darkness, into hate. Clouds parted a bit, and in the mist, in the fog, out stood a very old castle. Now this struck Phoenixx's attention. Anything of mystery, anything of darkness, just anything interesting, seemed to make her happy. And right at the moment, right as her daggers struck the ground, and her wings folded beside her large black body, she actually felt at home. Her red eyes scanned the outside. Her nostrils exhaling her own clouds. Her black body blending in with the dying grass around her. Her eyes trailed up the vines to the black stones of this old, prehistoric castle. It was beautiful. Perfect for a land. Perfect for anything and everything.
xx. Making her way inside, following the old beaten trail, not having to be cautious of her surroundings, she held her head high and her tail with grace, seduction, evil. The tip of the long banner gently swaying across the ground, as she surveyed the land inside the castle. Approving every second of it. She loved it. The only she'd ever really loved was this castle here. It was stunning and over all, really thrilling to see. Chilling to the bone; just the way she liked it. It was then when she believed this could be the dark land. The land she could rule. She lifted her head high to the inside of the castle, sniffing, for any source of an equine who could already have owned this. But the only scent she got was long gone.
xx. Knowing what she had to do, she unfolded her wings, the expansion growing large, her daggers striking the air infront of her as she reared, her long black mane dancing as she shook her head and called out into the darkness, into the castle, a claim on this land. With landing, the ground shook. Her mane landing over her shoulders, covering one of her eyes, her wings resting upon her sides. She felt as though this land would be powerful. All because she was the leader of it. She felt as though they would be the superior to the world. That nothing else existed that could be more superior. Therefore, this witch of a horse had her own little mirror, her own little castle. Her own twisted fairy tale.
{ mirror mirror on the wall; who's the fairest one of all? }