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01-14-2014, 10:21 AM
She was panting with want, panting with the need to infect to take the souls, and ravage them. What more of a perfect time to take them, then when in the presence of new life.
Nihasa, or so the girl was now named, watched as the check moved about. The new mother, and a painted filly, all oohing and ahhing at it. Such a pathetic sight it was, to see them so happy for life, when death was sitting so close nearby.
The dark mare drooled, black, ugly spittle falling in droplets from her mouth on the ground as she hid among the shadows in the grove of trees. She crouched and moved forward like a cat until she was near the pair. She was closer to the glass mare, whom she had her eyes set on.
She calculated the distance, and the way of which she would drag her soul down, and make her rot in her shell of a body. A low, quiet growl drew forth from the filly as she leaped. She burst from the trees, and tackled the glass-looking mare with the baby. She bit into her flesh, the feeling was so alive, spittle flying in all directions as she pulled away.
A feral growl and cough was then thrown in the direction of the painted mare, and she lunged, biting at the mares front legs. It felt so.. invigorating. Saliva was pouring from her mouth, black and deadly as the taste of flesh filled her mouth like the water of life.
Sleep well my pretties, sleep well.
Nihasa, or so the girl was now named, watched as the check moved about. The new mother, and a painted filly, all oohing and ahhing at it. Such a pathetic sight it was, to see them so happy for life, when death was sitting so close nearby.
The dark mare drooled, black, ugly spittle falling in droplets from her mouth on the ground as she hid among the shadows in the grove of trees. She crouched and moved forward like a cat until she was near the pair. She was closer to the glass mare, whom she had her eyes set on.
She calculated the distance, and the way of which she would drag her soul down, and make her rot in her shell of a body. A low, quiet growl drew forth from the filly as she leaped. She burst from the trees, and tackled the glass-looking mare with the baby. She bit into her flesh, the feeling was so alive, spittle flying in all directions as she pulled away.
A feral growl and cough was then thrown in the direction of the painted mare, and she lunged, biting at the mares front legs. It felt so.. invigorating. Saliva was pouring from her mouth, black and deadly as the taste of flesh filled her mouth like the water of life.
Sleep well my pretties, sleep well.
[ooc;// micha's on attack mode again. :3]
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