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12-25-2013, 02:05 PM
satanic silk |
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Silk heaved his body through the night. It was late, and though he enjoyed his nocturnal adventures, tonight the Sandman had left his dust upon the stallion's eyelids. All the same, Silk had heard a commotion in the Thistle Meadow, a place he had yet to visit during the day. His blood red eyes were lit with the magic of the night, and as he approached the sounds and gathering, he saw a large tree rising up before him. Birds, squirrels, and other critters had decorated it with lights of fireflies and ornaments. A bright phoenix was at the top of the giant tree, resting upon the top of the pines. Silk's eyes lit up with admiration, and he thought to himself how lovely it would be to have such a beautiful companion like that. As he watched the gathering, equines that he knew and didn't know - he felt the cockles of his heart warm slowly. Something about the evening was just perfect, and in spite of his sometimes grumpy attitude, he found himself pleased at the gathering, the beautiful night and tree so alight and decorated. It's beautiful... He said quietly to himself. And he lowered his dark body to the ground, tucking his tattered wings in against his body, and enjoyed the cool earth as he looked on. |
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Plot Thread
*You may do anything you wish with Silk excluding dismemberment and death.
