Post by Gavilan on Nov 25, 2006 16:49:07 GMT -5
One. Two. One. Two.
Lithe figurine moved slowly through the terrain, peach stained daggers moling the moist turn into little hoof-shaped indents. Upon the stones that so skillfully crafted the mudwere four long pillars, each stained in a very rich chocolate. The color of dirt, mixed with but a tad bit of flame from some volcano in an unknown area. Each tower helped support the same barrel, rump, and shoulders...likewise colored as their supports. A head marked with but a single white dot sat upon a slim serpentine frilled with lighter colored tassels of mane, tassels of the same hue that wove themselves into the whip of the veela. The form was of a dainty creature, an agile and delicate animal instead of strong and powerful. At almost three, however, this female was fairly tall. Her parents, Wandering Spirit and Crimson Conflict of Liberty Peak, passed unto her the gene of height. Due to this, slim build and long legs could propel this animal into a fairly fast gallop, a gait to tear up the ground and send its shredded bits flying behind you. Though the filly was fast, she could not even match pace with human-bred equines known as the Thoroughbreds.
Pickng her way slowly, at only a simple walk, through the trees and shrubs, the cocoa-hued angel aimlessly wandered about. The scent of roses clung to the air, grabbing everything it possibly could touch. Trees, bushes, rocks, ground, even the snow that clumped in various areas all smelled of roses. The strong smell that could easily spin some into a dream-like trance. As a member of Black Rose Glade, the filly who drifted through her new home too, smelled strongly of the deadly flower. That was one way an outsider could know if the equine they conversed with was a horse of Black Rose Glade...just see if they smelled of rose. The sweet and tempting smell clutched violently at every hair on the fatale's pelt, giving off thhe tang of its usual nature. Rose...was, a truly...relaxing and, romantic scent...in a sense.
Exhaling, little bits of vapor danced into the air, mimicking the appearance of snoke leaving a mighty dragon's nostrils. Cold air played this game every Winter. Cocoa fleeced damsel moved on, body winding around the leafless trees as Gospel danced through her new homeland. Yes, the name of this creature was decided by her dam to be Gospel, a holy name given to her in hope to overcome the ghosts her mother passed into her bloodstream. Moving daggers to slip into a pile of half-frozen liqid, Gospel silently and calmly explored this place she now lived. Winter left little food here, and so t'was best to know where to come looking. Roses that took the smell of this terrain had long ago dropped their heads and shriveled up. The black flowers would once again bloom in the Spring, but now only their overpowering toxin reek was all that was left of them.
((Meant to be on Gospel account, sorreh. Will change ASAP.))
