Post by ~¤~.:. •)_atima• .:. ~¤~ on Jan 9, 2006 18:31:29 GMT -5
A large crimson xanthippe trotted showingly across a emerald pasture, holding her finely chiseled crest with it's slightly dished profile high in the air, while keeping her nape arched, by slim yet powerful muscles, elegantly, and her long tassel played in the breeze as it flicked about her pillars. Her flutes, small and curved at the top, were pricked as she listened vaguely to the voices of all the other strange creatures. Occasionally, she would flash her ivory pearls in warning for those children who would reach out vainly for her ruby banner, soft as dandelion fluff and falling to mid back. Icy azul lanterns of deepest sapphire were hard and metallic, glowing with the flickering light of burning flint. The banshee's perfectly built silhouette bounced up in down in a graceful gesture, her ebon daggers making vague imprints as if on invisible springs. Her flaming splashed canvas rippled under her strong muscles that seemed liquid.
Meanwhile, a small auburn flicka was whinnying angrily and tugging at her halter. The whites of her optics showed. Scrawny stilts bared raven daggers as she reared up on her pistons, pillars lashing the sky angrily. She shook her dial wildly, knocking over any unfortunate soul that might come near. Her stubby little whipcord waved in the wind as her haunches shook along with her frame as she danced in a make-believe battle. "KEEP AWAY MORTALS!" she screamed shrilly to the humans, but o them it sounded like "REEEE NEEEE REEEEE!". They clapped at her efforts, but she snapped at them with razorblade fangs. Hard, metallic emerald pools burned with raging infernos as she lashed out at all living things.
On another side of the pasture, a smaller filla was shooting fiery glares at all passing creatures, snarling and threatening to bite. And hurt. She was slightly smaller than her older sister was. Her ebon pools were burning with the light of one thousand suns, her pelt gleaming with the intensity of one hundred moons. The halter was dreadfully tight. Froth flew from her mouth as she chaffed at it, and blood from her tongue colored the frothy mess. Pistons wore snow-kissed socks and her finely chiseled muzzle, with it’s slightly dished profile, bore a slight stripe. Her raven dial was being tossed wildly into the air, the fiber hardly able to withstand her efforts.
Meanwhile, a small auburn flicka was whinnying angrily and tugging at her halter. The whites of her optics showed. Scrawny stilts bared raven daggers as she reared up on her pistons, pillars lashing the sky angrily. She shook her dial wildly, knocking over any unfortunate soul that might come near. Her stubby little whipcord waved in the wind as her haunches shook along with her frame as she danced in a make-believe battle. "KEEP AWAY MORTALS!" she screamed shrilly to the humans, but o them it sounded like "REEEE NEEEE REEEEE!". They clapped at her efforts, but she snapped at them with razorblade fangs. Hard, metallic emerald pools burned with raging infernos as she lashed out at all living things.
On another side of the pasture, a smaller filla was shooting fiery glares at all passing creatures, snarling and threatening to bite. And hurt. She was slightly smaller than her older sister was. Her ebon pools were burning with the light of one thousand suns, her pelt gleaming with the intensity of one hundred moons. The halter was dreadfully tight. Froth flew from her mouth as she chaffed at it, and blood from her tongue colored the frothy mess. Pistons wore snow-kissed socks and her finely chiseled muzzle, with it’s slightly dished profile, bore a slight stripe. Her raven dial was being tossed wildly into the air, the fiber hardly able to withstand her efforts.
