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Ragnar :: Plain Boggart :: Suffocate
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In the fields the bodies burning
As the war machine keeps turning
The unforgiving ground gradually evened out to a small hill and the blotchy air broke apart until the blue sky filled the dark glare of the stallion. The scent was uninviting and cold, being that the high elevation made it a struggle for oxygen. Being used to the chill of bitter air, Crash drew in a deep breath and looked around the hidden meadow once he crested the hill top. A gray mare -a pegasus- stood a few years away from him, her eyes wide and bewildered.
How fucking lucky am I? the brute though, causing a devious sneer to swipe across his black mug. With an easy stride, the Gypsy Vanner neared the tense winged mutt. "What brings you here, dear?" His voice, thick and raspy, flowed with sarcasm as he spoke.
The sky was thick and full of low clouds, making him guess that the nearly impossible vision was what made her land in the first place. Crash sauntered toward her still, stopping only a few feet away from her. The concerned look that took over her expression satisfied him, whirling delicious thoughts into his head. The things he could probably do to this mare right now, and that she had no idea what he wanted to do to her strange body at the moment.
He stretched his head toward the female, his dark blue eyes taking in her whole body. Her over all look was very basic, nothing very impressive at all. Her tail though; that was some what interesting. He had seen bi-colored tails too many times for it to outstand him though. The thought of Arah's basic coloring was completely different, as she proudly held her antlered head high. She was all around beautiful to him. The wings that engulfed this mare's body though, what the fuck was up with those things? How unnatural it was to fly. The image of a gangly horse dodging clouds in the sky formed in his mind, making him raise his right brow. "So, who the fuck are you?"
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
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Lyrics: "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath
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[FINISHED] Satan laughing spreads his WINGS [ANY PEGASUS]
