Post by Amontillado//Narcissa on Jul 19, 2006 13:07:51 GMT -5
Mirror, mirror//Narcissa
On the wall//Arabian
Who is the fairest//Four
One of them all?//Ebony; 14.3hh
You are,// Whxre
My queen// Dark
Is it not plain?//Arrogant, extremely vain, spiteful. Its all summed up in the name.
The dictator// Kal
Dear, do I need an example? //
Quickly, swiftly briskly. All descriptions of me strides as I loped along the perimeters of the claiming grounds, ignoring the rendezvous that were taking place as I moved within the shadows. Not one of these males were good enough to take my piece of ass home, not one handsome enough for my liking. Therefore, I refuse to be carted off by one of these..these mules. Thorns were laced against my skull as many an eye was felt burning their worthless gaze into my flawless pelt, ivors unsheathed as an attempt was even preformed by a stud. Disgusting really.
Curved stones grasped the litter strewn underneath, grip propelling me deeper into the lurid, overgrown depths of the heart of Vida. Barrel rose and fell rapidly as intake of oxygen were inhaled and expelled back into the atmosphere about in the form of carbon, the muggy and humid climate of this place making in rougher on my delicate innards to allow penetration of the life force. Sweat matted my darkened pelt, allowing the hue to grow even darker still. Vision was placed upon the sod before me, watching silently, the path before me unfurl into a meandering maze, directing me nowhere particular.
Motions slowed as limbs were called to a halt. Tears drop flared, olfactory laden heavily with the stenches of the dense timberlands; the molding logs, the dampened leaves, rotting plant life..oh how wondrous these were! Tapered listeners flicked as sounds unknown to me were captured and filed away for later. Slowly, I made my way from within the thinning trees, walking out unto the open prairie that was encased within this jungle. Amazing it was, that this was here. Skull was poised aloft, allowing a better view of just what I had stumbled upon. A heaven, a Zion. This was it.Nares were dilated, scanning the breeze for signs of others, for stallions, mares, living things. Nothing, nothing but the faint tinge of aqua and the smells of other races. The corners of my labrums curled into a snide grin, skull bobbing in approval of this realm. It was perfect. <i> No one here but me. It is mine, all mine...I am the Madam. </i>
