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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 mare squirmed as he neared her small body, reaching back and pulling her own feathers from her frame. The brute scoffed at her nervousness, shaking his head with a twisted grin. Her eyes were wild with fear, her body obviously expressing the same feeling. With a shaky, scared voice, she presented herself. "What are you so scared of, Africa?" Her name slid out with hot breath, slithering in a way, out of his throat.
Dark orbs fell to the green earth where two feathers sat side by side. How simple was that? His conscience told him. But this mare was much too jumpy, he'd have fun with this, he was sure. HIs attention came back up to her small face. "Is it because you're lost that you're frightened, sweetheart?" Fucking with her mind, he used a gentle and silky voice. He pulled his large face back -giving her very minimal room- not even a full foot left between them.
Dark nares flared as Crash drew in a deep breath, the cold air filling his lungs with a slightly shocking feeling, though it did not bother him. The exhale left a steaming cloud rolling from his nostrils, evaporating into the blue sky above head. This made him wonder; why was it that the jumpy... what was it, Africa, mare didn't take off. Those powerful wings must not have granted her much strength at the moment. Or possibly she was too scared out of her wits to do so or think clearly.
Ashes where the bodies burning
No more war pigs have the power
Status: Reserved for Africa
Words: 251
Lyrics: "War Pigs" by Black Sabbath
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[FINISHED] Satan laughing spreads his WINGS [ANY PEGASUS]
