Post by Cure on Jul 11, 2009 21:06:18 GMT -5
Where the fuck am I?
That would be the single most important thought running through Cure's precious little head at the moment. One minute, she was wading around through the ticket, branches and thrush tearing at her hide and dirtying her porcelain coat, and the next she was surrounded by an un-godly amount of smelly flowers.
She wrinkled her nose and scowled, looking about. She didn't know where the hell she was planning on going, but this certainly was not it. Snorting, she dug her fore hove into the ground, tearing up the fleshy underneath and exposing one of the blissful plants roots.
This was crap.
Rotating her head, she looked back dreamily at where she had came. Why, the place had scratched every itch she could of possible had! In fact, it tore them right off! It was an understate meant to say that she still looked like a butterscotch betty. The life behind her and crippled and bowed to her force, panting her skin with browns and greens, evening exposing her crimson underneath. The path she had tore had already been put back to place. Shame, the forest treated you so nice and then blew you off as soon as you left. On to bigger and better things. What a whore. And best of all, it had thrown her into this hell hole. She flashed her teeth and ripped off a pinkeyed bloom, and just as quickly spat it out. What where these good for again? Not to eat, and nor for attraction. Who in there right mind would like this.
Her skin crawled as the plush air sunk into her matted and torn coat. This was worse than any stallion. There wasn't even any decent bugs here. Gaudy insects with paints and symmetrical wings fluttered about lazily. What a useless waste of life that was. She walked through the field, annoyed that she had to go through this hideous land at all. Stopping in the middle, she looked down to admire the vein of thorns wrapped around her ankles. She eyed it curiously, watching at their protests to her tearing up their land. She smiled at that. Looking down, she concentrated on the vines. Casually, she sucked the life force out of them, a greenish blood twisting and turning in the air just above her eyes. She mutated it and spun it through various shapes. Shaping it into a blade, she turned it around before her icy blue eye, admiring her handy work. She sighed, and blinked tiredly, a wizzing sound slicing the air around her. Groaning, she dropped her bulk on the newly created ground of dead, leathery flowers where a circle of roses used to be.
This is the life.
That would be the single most important thought running through Cure's precious little head at the moment. One minute, she was wading around through the ticket, branches and thrush tearing at her hide and dirtying her porcelain coat, and the next she was surrounded by an un-godly amount of smelly flowers.
She wrinkled her nose and scowled, looking about. She didn't know where the hell she was planning on going, but this certainly was not it. Snorting, she dug her fore hove into the ground, tearing up the fleshy underneath and exposing one of the blissful plants roots.
This was crap.
Rotating her head, she looked back dreamily at where she had came. Why, the place had scratched every itch she could of possible had! In fact, it tore them right off! It was an understate meant to say that she still looked like a butterscotch betty. The life behind her and crippled and bowed to her force, panting her skin with browns and greens, evening exposing her crimson underneath. The path she had tore had already been put back to place. Shame, the forest treated you so nice and then blew you off as soon as you left. On to bigger and better things. What a whore. And best of all, it had thrown her into this hell hole. She flashed her teeth and ripped off a pinkeyed bloom, and just as quickly spat it out. What where these good for again? Not to eat, and nor for attraction. Who in there right mind would like this.
Her skin crawled as the plush air sunk into her matted and torn coat. This was worse than any stallion. There wasn't even any decent bugs here. Gaudy insects with paints and symmetrical wings fluttered about lazily. What a useless waste of life that was. She walked through the field, annoyed that she had to go through this hideous land at all. Stopping in the middle, she looked down to admire the vein of thorns wrapped around her ankles. She eyed it curiously, watching at their protests to her tearing up their land. She smiled at that. Looking down, she concentrated on the vines. Casually, she sucked the life force out of them, a greenish blood twisting and turning in the air just above her eyes. She mutated it and spun it through various shapes. Shaping it into a blade, she turned it around before her icy blue eye, admiring her handy work. She sighed, and blinked tiredly, a wizzing sound slicing the air around her. Groaning, she dropped her bulk on the newly created ground of dead, leathery flowers where a circle of roses used to be.
This is the life.
