Post by lowri on Sept 21, 2008 16:35:28 GMT -5
1.) Alya
2.) Aly
3.) Arabian
4.) ebony
5.) Mare
6.) Rather miserable, tends to like having her own way. Can be quite choosy in who she wishes to converse with and is quite adamant on decisions.. nothing can change her mind. Shes intelligent and wishes for respect off those who expect it back.
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8.) Normal
9.)
A lonesome whore... yes that would be I. Since I was one summer old I have wandered alone, that was four summers ago.. hmm that would make me five now. Still young, although I am not naive. Being alone awakens your ideas, makes you more attentive. To be honest, I believe loneliness seems better in my opionion than belonging to a brute. To belong to one of "them" would mean you have to abide by someone else's orders, to not have your own free will.. that is something I don't think I could get used to at all. What makes it worse is that most brutes wouldn't know the difference between a bay and a roan let alone have any other intelligence about them. Uh they make bile gather in the back of my throat. Useless is what I consider them as being.
As my slender pillars strode across the ground, my flints not leaving a mark upon the sod.. my lanterns danced across the other whores amongst the terrain. All the same.. tarts. They all believe that O Prince Charming is going to come and sweep them off their flints.. O how naive.. how pathetic are they!? However sometimes a smirk will crease my kissers just watching them, it seems to amuse me how little they know, how they believe in the word "love". Pahh.. what a word.. love. A lie, that's all it adds up to being. A brute will tell you his "undying love" for you just as he's about to climp aboard your rump. The minute he's had his way it's.. "pack ew bags love, off ew trot" harr no dull brute is going to get away with that with me. I'll be the one using him not the other way around if that's the game that shall be played. Just look at those whores, giggling away, eyeing up the brutes.. O look at his muscular bodice, look at this, look at that.. pathetic!
I sauntered over towards the timbers, the shadows welcoming me out of the glare from the over heated orb above. O how I hated its glare, so hot.. so irritating. That's all it does is get you noticed, no good for nothing else except vegetation. I stood there, staring out towards the other 'quines. A smirk still lingered upon my kissers at the wenches, they'll learn... one day. The day it's too late. My lids over my amber lanterns started to become lazy. My audits flattened, sleep was upon me. I looked about me warily, insearch of any intruders of my space. Seeing none, I carefully folded first my front pillars followed by my hinds beneath my corpse then slowly but surely, I drifted off into deep slumber.. my nightmares repeating reality...
2.) Aly
3.) Arabian
4.) ebony
5.) Mare
6.) Rather miserable, tends to like having her own way. Can be quite choosy in who she wishes to converse with and is quite adamant on decisions.. nothing can change her mind. Shes intelligent and wishes for respect off those who expect it back.
7.)
8.) Normal
9.)
A lonesome whore... yes that would be I. Since I was one summer old I have wandered alone, that was four summers ago.. hmm that would make me five now. Still young, although I am not naive. Being alone awakens your ideas, makes you more attentive. To be honest, I believe loneliness seems better in my opionion than belonging to a brute. To belong to one of "them" would mean you have to abide by someone else's orders, to not have your own free will.. that is something I don't think I could get used to at all. What makes it worse is that most brutes wouldn't know the difference between a bay and a roan let alone have any other intelligence about them. Uh they make bile gather in the back of my throat. Useless is what I consider them as being.
As my slender pillars strode across the ground, my flints not leaving a mark upon the sod.. my lanterns danced across the other whores amongst the terrain. All the same.. tarts. They all believe that O Prince Charming is going to come and sweep them off their flints.. O how naive.. how pathetic are they!? However sometimes a smirk will crease my kissers just watching them, it seems to amuse me how little they know, how they believe in the word "love". Pahh.. what a word.. love. A lie, that's all it adds up to being. A brute will tell you his "undying love" for you just as he's about to climp aboard your rump. The minute he's had his way it's.. "pack ew bags love, off ew trot" harr no dull brute is going to get away with that with me. I'll be the one using him not the other way around if that's the game that shall be played. Just look at those whores, giggling away, eyeing up the brutes.. O look at his muscular bodice, look at this, look at that.. pathetic!
I sauntered over towards the timbers, the shadows welcoming me out of the glare from the over heated orb above. O how I hated its glare, so hot.. so irritating. That's all it does is get you noticed, no good for nothing else except vegetation. I stood there, staring out towards the other 'quines. A smirk still lingered upon my kissers at the wenches, they'll learn... one day. The day it's too late. My lids over my amber lanterns started to become lazy. My audits flattened, sleep was upon me. I looked about me warily, insearch of any intruders of my space. Seeing none, I carefully folded first my front pillars followed by my hinds beneath my corpse then slowly but surely, I drifted off into deep slumber.. my nightmares repeating reality...