Post by tealver on May 23, 2009 20:31:58 GMT -5
Karcanis shook his mighty mane, his black muscles pumping as he leaped forward into terrain not his. In short, he was a lone star, that was not truly alone. A sharp whinny cut from his throat as he called to Biscuit, his long time mate. Nares flared, eyes intent for the kill.
Evil was not a word strong enough for the couple, demon was barely capable of holding such intent. Who's lands these were, he didn't care. As long as the stallion did not come around, he wouldn't kill him. But if he did, the stallion will be rolling in fire, his flesh hissing and popping. Screams bursting from his throat, and Karcanis's blood thirsty laugh would be there, easily reaching his eyes. Biscuit would be there to... A welcome joinery to the pain, to the havoc they would cause. Evil didn't even come close... Demon didn't even come close. Devil, would never be close enough. So what would work? God was the only word in speak that came close enough.
So the God ran, tail lashing, fire burning the ground beneath his hooves. Dew lashed at his heels, seering into his skin before they withered and died. Destruction... Oh how he loved to wreak havoc on the world.
Friesian feathers barely touched the ground before he decided to stop, his hooves plowing into the ground. Lower half bending low before he regained composure, turning to see if the mare was close behind.
Evil was not a word strong enough for the couple, demon was barely capable of holding such intent. Who's lands these were, he didn't care. As long as the stallion did not come around, he wouldn't kill him. But if he did, the stallion will be rolling in fire, his flesh hissing and popping. Screams bursting from his throat, and Karcanis's blood thirsty laugh would be there, easily reaching his eyes. Biscuit would be there to... A welcome joinery to the pain, to the havoc they would cause. Evil didn't even come close... Demon didn't even come close. Devil, would never be close enough. So what would work? God was the only word in speak that came close enough.
So the God ran, tail lashing, fire burning the ground beneath his hooves. Dew lashed at his heels, seering into his skin before they withered and died. Destruction... Oh how he loved to wreak havoc on the world.
Friesian feathers barely touched the ground before he decided to stop, his hooves plowing into the ground. Lower half bending low before he regained composure, turning to see if the mare was close behind.
