Post by holly3 on Jul 7, 2010 15:16:24 GMT -6
They warn you against places like this, with words that suggest you may never return, they are ‘inhabitable.’ Lies. The single reason you would be unable to survive in such places, is the inhabitants and you don’t get much more sadistic than this.
It was a bitter night, the cruel wind snapping at the lose molecules of sand that scattered in abundance here. The slightest of shivers slipped easily down her vertebrae and she relished the feeling. Relished the unease that such weather bought with it. Scythes flicked easily over the lose ground, hooves imprints hardly noticeable as she appeared to dance easily over the ever moving landscape. Towers intercept the sound of debris, skeletons crushed from those long deceased as she simply eradicated the evidence, making no attempt to show empathy, or emotion of any kind. This place held memories, of battles that had been held here, and their essence seemed to fill this place with a sense of power. An eeriness shrouded every inhabitant and a cruel sneer curled her tapered labrums at the thought. Enamels protruded with such a horrific appearance sabotaging the effortless beauty that was evident upon her chiselled zenith.
She did not hide, she did not fear. Sinews were bunched and powerful beneath their chocolate hued covering, the velvet hide laced with scars from numerous battles, mature or foolish for her age, it’s simply a matter of opinion. Feathered winglets lingered overhead; their repetitive ‘caw’ caused her audits to situate themselves horizontal- beneath masses of straggled noir locks, though the rugged look was one she managed with consummated ease. Her halt was sudden, dust rose in protest to the disturbance as caudal locks snap against her powerful haunches caused droplets of blood to stain her canvass. Nasal passage flare, inhaling the metallic scent and her senses became more attuned, lenses narrowing upon the seemingly desolate landscape to find some unsuspecting minion to tear to pieces. It was all about the fight, she did not eat the enemy, she just left them broken and alone.
A ear splitting whistle released from her mug, shattering the silence into dangerous shards, fore stake poised from the ground before hammering back down with uncontrolled power. A challenge, for what? Anything, be it war or even measly conversation, she didn’t care. Boredom was evident; therefore be it a measly conversation or a battle, physical or mental, she would make something of it. Isolation simply causes all her contained malevolence to loom like a black cloud. A soft growl inhabited her oesophagus, it was play time. With that thought she became fidgety, energy coursing within her structure though she simply orbited a certain area. come on baby, let’s play.
VANYA; FIVE; EVIL.
enough said.
ooc. this sucks. haven't rp'ed in time, apologies!
