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Post by [Miss.Murder] on May 22, 2006 19:49:53 GMT -5
They Scream In Fearx
Razor
Razor
They See Me Asx Marbled
I Hover Above Themx 17hh
My Bloodx Paint
The Feared Me Forx 4 years
Chromosomes SayxXY
My Path Followsx Lucifer
My Personalityx Hate, rage, anger, and misery
My Biography SaysxFind Out as we go along
Sample Postx
Marbled vixen slinked among the shadows. Harks laced to her ebon hued crania as a grim frown danced across her emotionless features. Harsh optics danced across the lands looking for any other 'quine. One that was truelly dark. Nares flaring as harsh optics met another equines. Harsh stares exchanged and the other fled the scene. Some thought of Razor as a crime scene. She was broken down but had that horrid past that most did. Her sire Nirvana was three years old when he had bred to her dam so forcefully. Nirvana was the lord of Midnight Edge and the ruled of Creative Canyons. Razor's dam was his queen. Delightful Death, her lineage of paint and dark rage. Nirvana wanted a heir but Delightful Death could for some reason only produce demoness'. Nirvana would not stand for that. He needed a heir to contol his hell hole and none other.
After a couple days of Delightful Death taking care of Razor he made Death follow him far into the shadows. But he acted like he did so , so Razor could not hear 'er dams cryptic screams. But she did, Razor knew that her dam had fought back against the b*stard but after giving birth she was not strong enough. After the deed of Delightful Death's last breath he slinked out of the shadows. Marbled physique tall hovering above Razor's only 11h physique at the time. A snort escaped Nirvana's maw as he smirked letting Razor's dam's blood drip onto her physique. Razor reared as high as she could screaming at the b*stard. She had to stay there until she was three years old which meant Nirvana would be six. She challenged her father to a death battle. Nirvana was weakenned at the time because he had just fought three brujos who tried to claim his hell.
They entered Battle Forest where crimson was stained on tall dead trees. Nirvana limped behind his daughter as they entered an empty square which was blood stained. They fought, one blowafter another. One block after another. This was a long excrutiating battle but Razor had killed her sire. She slinked out of the shadows painfully. Scars aching with every step, every breath. But she had won. She ventured to these lands when she was four years old. Still the aches and pains of that battle linger on her nerve endings and in her brain pan. She did it for her dam who had never done one thing wrong to Razor. Accept bring her back to Nirvana. Still to this day if you venture back to Creative Canyons Nirvana's carcus still lay there in tact. None know why but it looks as if he died yesterday. Crimson still pouring out of the wounds. Why did this happen? Only Lucifer himself knows.
[ooc:short i know. i ran out of muse sorry]
[/size]Marbled vixen slinked among the shadows. Harks laced to her ebon hued crania as a grim frown danced across her emotionless features. Harsh optics danced across the lands looking for any other 'quine. One that was truelly dark. Nares flaring as harsh optics met another equines. Harsh stares exchanged and the other fled the scene. Some thought of Razor as a crime scene. She was broken down but had that horrid past that most did. Her sire Nirvana was three years old when he had bred to her dam so forcefully. Nirvana was the lord of Midnight Edge and the ruled of Creative Canyons. Razor's dam was his queen. Delightful Death, her lineage of paint and dark rage. Nirvana wanted a heir but Delightful Death could for some reason only produce demoness'. Nirvana would not stand for that. He needed a heir to contol his hell hole and none other.
After a couple days of Delightful Death taking care of Razor he made Death follow him far into the shadows. But he acted like he did so , so Razor could not hear 'er dams cryptic screams. But she did, Razor knew that her dam had fought back against the b*stard but after giving birth she was not strong enough. After the deed of Delightful Death's last breath he slinked out of the shadows. Marbled physique tall hovering above Razor's only 11h physique at the time. A snort escaped Nirvana's maw as he smirked letting Razor's dam's blood drip onto her physique. Razor reared as high as she could screaming at the b*stard. She had to stay there until she was three years old which meant Nirvana would be six. She challenged her father to a death battle. Nirvana was weakenned at the time because he had just fought three brujos who tried to claim his hell.
They entered Battle Forest where crimson was stained on tall dead trees. Nirvana limped behind his daughter as they entered an empty square which was blood stained. They fought, one blowafter another. One block after another. This was a long excrutiating battle but Razor had killed her sire. She slinked out of the shadows painfully. Scars aching with every step, every breath. But she had won. She ventured to these lands when she was four years old. Still the aches and pains of that battle linger on her nerve endings and in her brain pan. She did it for her dam who had never done one thing wrong to Razor. Accept bring her back to Nirvana. Still to this day if you venture back to Creative Canyons Nirvana's carcus still lay there in tact. None know why but it looks as if he died yesterday. Crimson still pouring out of the wounds. Why did this happen? Only Lucifer himself knows.
[ooc:short i know. i ran out of muse sorry]
