Post by leprechaunoflowd on Jul 5, 2009 15:27:06 GMT -5
Ominous Cloud
She leapt forwards on light, long-limbed legs,
and moved with a dancer's grace,
her every stride powerfully braced
against the stormy weather in which she sought
a suitor after her to be chased.
Her steel-grey coat was her icon
and that wicked onyx gaze, her way of breaking ice.
For such a rich and mischeivious beauty,
such an attraction always came with a price.
And her price...
Was power.
Who could hope to outwit such a deceptive angel, such a playful vixen?
Beyond those teasing eyes... A dark soul resided.
Ominous Cloud grazed alone in a small clearing. Unlike the other mares, who sought out either companionship or trouble amongst their own kind, she stood apart. Even if others challenged her, she had her own power to 'pursuade' them into leaving her be.
As a result, her dark, stormy coat was flawless and unscathed by violence, the short hairs glossy and dappled with health.
Such serenity was not usually emitted by her; she was a natural lover of discord, although not a direct partaker in the results of such discord. She preferred to watch the events unfold, rather than unfold them herself.
But she was not past the odd push or prod to get things moving.
For now, however, she was content, and until a suitable toy for her to play with showed up, that was the way things would stay.
Deception... Was crucial in the first stages of the game, and not to be forgotten further in.
She leapt forwards on light, long-limbed legs,
and moved with a dancer's grace,
her every stride powerfully braced
against the stormy weather in which she sought
a suitor after her to be chased.
Her steel-grey coat was her icon
and that wicked onyx gaze, her way of breaking ice.
For such a rich and mischeivious beauty,
such an attraction always came with a price.
And her price...
Was power.
Who could hope to outwit such a deceptive angel, such a playful vixen?
Beyond those teasing eyes... A dark soul resided.
Ominous Cloud grazed alone in a small clearing. Unlike the other mares, who sought out either companionship or trouble amongst their own kind, she stood apart. Even if others challenged her, she had her own power to 'pursuade' them into leaving her be.
As a result, her dark, stormy coat was flawless and unscathed by violence, the short hairs glossy and dappled with health.
Such serenity was not usually emitted by her; she was a natural lover of discord, although not a direct partaker in the results of such discord. She preferred to watch the events unfold, rather than unfold them herself.
But she was not past the odd push or prod to get things moving.
For now, however, she was content, and until a suitable toy for her to play with showed up, that was the way things would stay.
Deception... Was crucial in the first stages of the game, and not to be forgotten further in.
