Every breath you take your one step closer to death[Open]

[BASIN] Every breath you take your one step closer to death[Open]

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01-24-2013, 10:28 AM

I'm the D e a d amongst the Living

There is another. An ugly mare steps out, not to mention there are wings on her back. A snort of disgust flies from nostrils. Plum eyes drift to toothless maw, and then to skinny body. Tail bone and neck are left exposed, scars line the body in immense amounts. Dirty coat falls out in clumps, leaving bare skin.

Ears flick back, lanky legs step side ways, leaving the rabbit carcass to rot. A disgusted look crawls across precious features. But no pity or sorrow came from the heart. Instead it was hate. A hatred for all of those without horns. A hatred that burned deep within. One that would not go away.

The scent that drifted from the disgusting mutt was a smell no one could describe. A smell of rotting flesh. It seemed as though they hadn't bathed in forever. When words escaped said thing ears flick back, brain goes to work trying to figure out what bedraggled creature said.

Giving up head turns to face dead rabbit again. Even that was looking better than the old hag. Stooping head down in elegant movement teeth take rabbit carcass and walk towards the bedraggled hag. Maw opens slowly and head stoops down, dropping the carcass with a soft thunk.

Unknown to this lands' customs, words slip out of maw that most would freak out about."Eat it." Stern plum eyes watch and wait for old mare to stoop down and bite into juicy flesh. This was a custom in other herd, but youngling had yet to find out it was not supported here. Plum eyes focus on bloody carcass, waiting silently.

Although young, plum eyed beast was wise and vicious. The rose gray had only been on this planet for a year, but she was already a monster. One that no one could tame. One that no one could turn back. Rose gray had chosen the path of hatred, and was consumed by darkness. Not even a god could force her into kindness. Faking love and true emotions were a specialty. Acting as though love and kindness was her nature when in truth thoughts of murder roamed her mind. Already she had brought death to many, leading them to the gates of Hell.

Impatience began to grow, waiting for creature to eat. Muscles tightened, but brain force them to relax. Only the slightest bit of patience was left in black heart, and it was being wasted. Silence still drifts through air, and magenta pools focus on rabbit, waiting for a chunk of flesh to be bitten off.

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