[FINISHED] Satan laughing spreads his WINGS [ANY PEGASUS]

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[FINISHED] Satan laughing spreads his WINGS [ANY PEGASUS]

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Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16.1 :: 9 :: Birdsong Buff: NOVICE

Ragnar :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate Nevada

03-27-2013, 12:28 AM (This post was last modified: 04-02-2013, 03:49 PM by Crash Course.)

In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning

What in the hell brought me here? This was possibly one of the furthest territories any pegasus would flock to for a quaint little day, no matter how dumb they may be. The tri-colored brute stood in the mid-day fog that coated the rocky land. He knew that the further up he moved the less dense the fog would become, but why waste the energy? He had already walked all the way from his home in the Basin to this drab land.

The air was quiet and still, not the slightest breath of fresh wind stirring from the gray sky. He imagined that the clouds were filled with thick snow, but at this time of the year, it would all evaporate far before it were close to hitting the crust of the earth. With the low clouds being so hard to see through he quickly became restless of waiting for some foolish peg to show up. Not likely anyhow. His conscience reminded him. Irritated, his white ears pressed back, burrowing into the sea of black and silver hair that flooded over his muscular neck.

The stallion had been told to bring the feather of a pegasus back to the ruling mare of his home land, Psyche, by her daughter Sno. She had told him he would be given the answer to a secret. Who in their right mind would leave themselves out on a secret? Especially when it was of some importance to such high levels of authority.

His weight, centered on his left side with his back right hoof cocked, shifted to all four sturdy legs. The feathering around his cracked hooves touched the hard ground, tickling the lifeless terrain with each move Crash made. Boredom quickly began making his thoughts wander off-topic, stirring his vivid imagination. The memory of Arah coming home, beaten and battered, enrage the stallion. She had said it was a equine -if he remembered right-, but that did not change his mind. Merely the thought pissed him off.

His nostrils flared with each heavy breath, white clouds rolling from them like the mist from the bottom of a huge waterfall. No longer was he going to wait, he was going to go find. Crash picked up his large feet in swift movements, carrying his color clashed body up the rest of the steep path he had already been following for some time. The scraping of rocks and debris falling from his hooves was quite audible in the dead silence, but at the moment he didn't care. He just wanted to find one of those bastards. Find it and kill it. Maybe he'd have to bring the entire body back to Psyche.

Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power

Status: Open to any pegasus
OOC: And of course he won't kill your character, he's just a meany.
Words: 447
Lyrics: "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath
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