She's as Cold as Ice...

[creative]

© 2006 C.reative A.rabian A.rt (Picture & Character)

You’re As Cold As Ice,
You’re Willing To Sacrifice Our Love,




My Curse
+Scream Sheena+

My Declaration
+Huntress+

My Bloodlines
+Arabian+

My Stance Stands At
+15.3 hh+

My Slender Physique
+My Pelt Is a Pure Porcelain Coloration+
+My Kisser Is Ebony+
+My Crest Is Moon-Washed+
+My Orbs Are As Dark As the Midnight Skies+

My Falls Passed Since Birth
+Four Cold Falls+

My Teachings
+Score-Hearted (Thestrial)+

My Training Course
+The Lost lands+

My Position There
+Queen+

My Heart Belongs To
+None as of Now+

My Abilities From Lucifer Himself
+Ghost (includes telepathy, cold chill, & invisibility) & Transformation+

My Personality
+She is cold hearted to any mare that crosses her path+
+She is loving to her mate and only her mate+
+She is respectful to her lord+
+She loves fighting+

My Memories
+Her past is not an open book; therefore you must unravel her secrets+

My Leader Shall Control My Steps
+C.reative+

You Never Take Advice,
Someday You’ll Pay The Price, I Know

[creative]

OOC| Oh, Here is an example post =D You do not have to read it, I wouldn't expect you to since it is around 2,006 words long. Also, if it is permitted, may I have ghost powers? If not, just say so, I do not want to be getting anyone mad. =P

What were you thinking? I guess I'll never know
See your eyes blinking, pupils begin to grow
Drilling you softly - Pulling you in
Making your mind up - What's sick or a sin

Sheena's daggers stood still upon the sandy terrain, her thoughts swirling about in her cranium as she made neither any movements nor any sounds except for the beating of her four chambered heart as her adrenaline rushed through her whole muscular frame in the silence of day. Her pure, porcelain dreadlocks slowly swished side to side, slashing at her nape with the wind pushing them backwards and forwards. She stood in the southern part of the arena, waiting for the arrival of Kreeli and hopefully she would not keep her waiting too much longer. Sheena disliked waiting for others to arrive or speak to her. She had better things to do than let some pathetic b.itch waste her time with their lyrics. Her auds then flickered in the winds as she prepared her thoughts for this short, yet painful battle. She was certainly not scared, she was, though, a bit unknowing of what was about to come her way in this battle of the fittest. Lightning Heart had come into the Deserted Ruins to watch this easy victory for Sheena, how sad was Kreeli about to be when this demoness was about to crush her dreams about becoming the queen. This mare had no respect for the king, Hades, and even if she did win (don't make me laugh about that subject, like that would ever happen) there would be no power over Sheena in the Phantom Herd of Zanzibar. She was beside Hades and nothing could break them apart, in fact they were lovers. If Kreeli were to even touch one hair on Sheena's physique, Hades would come to her side and begin to through a fit at this pathetic piece of s.hit. Sheena needed no protection from Kreeli’s might, but Hades would make it crystal clear that this banshee, Sheena, was not an ordinary band vixen; she was too special, too much better than Kreeli would ever be to let her touch one hair upon this minx. The Xanthippe began to shift her weight among her appendages, her flints moving slightly over the sandy topography. Her nasal passages flared slightly at a new sent that was over-coming her nares, it was Kreeli for sure. Sheena could pick up scents very quickly, and this sent was surely Kreeli’s. The huntress’ diaphragm began to move in and out as she took in the cool, refreshing sent of the air around her. The crisp air of the morning was a very refreshing she must say, but she still loved the midnight air much better. Not many got up so early in the morning to battle, but this vixen liked to do just that for it was so silent, so motionless that the judge could hear every screech, every painful yelp of the crying calls of us equus. The score vixen tossed her dial in the air as she backed up into place, this battle would be a piece of cake like she said earlier before. She had no doubt in her mind that would lead her to think she was not going to win; she never lost a battle in her whole entire life. Even when she was just a little amateur, she never lost… Her thoughts soared throughout her mind as Kreeli walked into the arena; she seemed a bit proud, no? Well that would all change after this battle war ended all of the kicks and rage thrown at one another. Her optics of slate blue slowly shifted into a blood red coloration as she stared the raven vixen down. Her nares stopped flaring at that moment, so she could hear her last words before battle. She did not like to talk during battle; it was interrupting the whole painful process of war. If she wanted to talk, she could talk after she loose, not during this battle she so requested a few days ago. Her orbs became little slices as she narrowed her opticals at the pathetic b.itch at the end of her path. She seemed to be so confident that she was to win this great fast and very painful battle. Her twin towers stood upon her head, not perked up, but laying to either side of her poll. She listened intently as she shook her dial and gave an evil, cold sort of laugh. After the b.itch finished, the banshee parted her kisser and began to let her lyrics become unleashed to Kreeli,

“Someone seems a bit too sure of themselves. Trust me, when it comes to battles, I always win…,”

Her lyrics faded away as she hissed at the vixen with her cold, harsh, taunting tones that seemed to mimic that of nails upon a chalk board as they slid slowly down the green, thin board. Her words slithered from her throat like a large cobra; they soon entered Kreeli’s auds and the auditives of Lightning Heart. Lightning Heart was going to be a witness of what was about to happen next and she was certain that blood would be spilt today. This pathetic b.itch in front of her path was about to get her a.ss kicked so hard that she would wish that she was never born, or that she had never challenged the true, dark queen in the first place. It was true that she acted Luce at a few points, but this was only towards her mate, her love, her Hades. She never acted this way towards another vixen who wished to have her title, which was just pathetic to her. Her twin towers slowly pinned back shortly after she spoke her devilish words of hatred to Kreeli. She began to paw at the ground harshly, preparing for the worst that could come her way during this battle. Her optics began to change into a slate blue coloration, this only happened when she was about to cast an icy sort of spell upon the lands or upon another near or far away from her. The Lome shook with all its might and soon a cold rush of bullet-piercing winds galloped through the Deserted Ruins like nothing would stand in their way. The rush of air pummeled over everything and seemed to hit Kreeli more than Sheena, but she felt no pain for this was her magic and it could not harm her. She gave a faint smirk upon her ebony kisser as she watched the air fly past her. Her banner slashed to the other side of her slender nape. Her fangs showed slightly, revealing two teeth off to either side of her kisser, her rage was about to be let loose, but before that would occur, she had one last set of lyrics to tell Kreeli. She allowed her lyrics to escape from her parted kisser,

“Oh, and before I go on with my turn, just to let you know, I made up these rules of battle, so do no think I know nothing of battle, I created it, Hun,”

She laughed at Kreeli as she tossed her slender dial up into the air, her taunting lyrics echoing throughout the lands for a few minutes. Soon her physique hollowed out into her ghostly form, she was invisible to the naked orb, and even Kreeli and Lightning Heart could not see her, not even an outline of her slender, yet muscular physique. Her plan began to unfold right in front of her, she knew exactly what, when, and where to do everything during this war. She even knew all of Kreeli’s powers, one being telepathy. The others were something not many had. She could use other’s powers for a certain amount of time, probably long enough to cause some serious damage, but Sheena knew her powers more than anyone else. She had way more control over her ghost powers that Kreeli could ever have. Ghost powers were very complex, she probably couldn’t even last a minute with them. Sometimes you hear voices in your head, and then you begin to think your crazy… sooner than later you will think you are seeing things. Her last power was that she can transform into anything for a certain amount of time as well. She would probably turn into a powerful animal like a panther or cougar, but this did not scare her one bit. The hollowed huntress then began to think she should search the b.itch’s mind for signs of her plan for this battle. Unfortunately, she had blocked her mind from any equines who dared to enter hers. She was pretty smart for doing that before the battle even started, but it was never to late to close her mind off now. Slowly, Sheena shut her mind from any other quadrupeds that would try to or dare to go inside her head. She shook her dial slightly before she hit the ground once more, signaling the wind. The wind’s power increased quickly as she began to paw at the ground a bit more, it shook slightly making some sand bellow quiver a bit. She then stopped pawing and began her rhythm-less steps toward the banshee. Her optics of slate blue slowly changed into a dark, blood-red which seemed as though the devil had taken over her body. She then floated to the side of her physique, waiting for the right moment to become solid once more and unleash her kick. Then from out of no where, another gust of wind rushed into the arena. It seemed to be as cold as the middle of winter, it seemed to be as cold as an equines buried in snow. Yet again, Sheena felt nothing, but the beating of her silent heart inside of her physique. No one could hear her, smell her, nor see her walking by Kreeli’s side. She was just as invisible as anyone in the d.amned Spirit Harem of the lands of Zanzibar. Quickly, she became her solid, full and muscular self again and spun around and unleashed a full-throttle kick toward Kreeli. Her eyes were not on Kreeli, so there could have been a chance that Kreeli moved. Then again, she turned invisible again and this time, she walked upon the ground around Kreeli. Her strides increased in size and soon she was running around her, confusing her, trying to divert her attention away from her next move. Then the rhythm of her hooves slowed down, and then nothing was heard. She stood still as she was suspended in air; she quickly flew over the vixen and reared up into the air. She made hast and quickly became solid again and came crashing down, aiming for Kreeli’s spine and she hoped she had hit it, if she did that impact could of made her go crashing down to the ground, making the ground shake, but there was a slight chance she missed. The wind’s gust slowly decreased, and then it stopped fully. Neither sounds nor movements were made by nature itself, only the sound of beating hearts where heard. Slowly she turned into her ghost form again; she walked in front of the vixen, staring at her clueless optics. Sheena knew one thing that no one in this whole d.amned lands knew not of about Ghosts. Ghosts ran off of creature’s energy, and soon the person or creature besides them could feel a bit weakened or dizzy at some points at a time. This was just how they operated in day and night, and no one could stop this weird way of their operation. She laughed slightly to her; Kreeli could only hear a mutter off in the far distance of the dark forest. Soon, that echo copied itself and repeated itself and it seemed as if a million equines were standing around Kreeli, laughing at her pathetic attempt to become queen. While all this was going on, Sheena walked over to the southern part of the arena and spun around to face Kreeli. Her hollowed physique became whole once more and then, the laughing halted for good... for now, and for now her turn was done…

What you been taking, it makes you talk real slow
How come I'm thinking you'd be the last to know?
Choking you gently - Gaining control
Hand you the shovel - To dig your own hole

OOC| The original color was red, I edited it because it was straining my eyes on the background of this board. >.<

[Aurora]

ACCEPTED!!! Creative, you have an intense talent at posts. lol

[creative]

Lol spankies =)