Pull some strings.[open]

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[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] The bachelor lands. A place for stallions to hoard their prized mares until they developed the balls to steal proper territories from other stallions. Always stallions. Why was it always those bastards in control? It pissed her off to even think about bowing down to a stupid brute that was lead more by the whims of their pride and their horny instincts than by their heads. She doubted any of them even knew what that thing dangling over their shoulders by their necks were called let alone what precious cargo it held inside of it. What was that again? Oh yeah, brains. The mind is a precious thing indeed and ever needed for a functioning whole. Unfortunately lack there of was often what caused her kind to stumble and fall towards a slow but inevitable doom. At least those filthy lights had something going for them and that was that they were able to stand strong in what they believed unfortunately for her and her kind alike that was something that they seemed to lack. They were like a jumbled mess of sprawled out bramble among so many fragile lilies. However devastating the brambles threat may pose, the strength of the numbers of the lilies still far outweighed the chaos of the brambles. Recently she had even encountered a stallion who seemed to believe that he could destroy the lights off chaos in it's own. The thought left her rather tickled. Just how stupid were equines now-a-days? It was not chaos that would be the downfall of the lights. No. For they had become far to adept in defending themselves against chaos. The only thing that held hope of causing their demise would be unification within the darks. For them to come together in order to crush out the light once and for all. The burden of creating such strong unity had seemingly fallen to her as it was becoming blatantly obvious that she was the only one in possession of the tactical skills, the brains and the cunning for what needed to be done. She needed only now to recruit followers of her own and soon she would unite the darks underneath her herd by herd one at a time. She would be civilized at first but if they should prove to be an issue she would definitely have to make sure she could put them under her thumb. Thus was the reason for her being here. No she was not here to join another in their hopes and prospects of building a strong harem. She was in fact, here to build her own harem and know that one day she would be of the strongest leaders in the lands. Ivory talons struck bare earth as black overo hued vixen meandered through the land. She knew that these lands were normally claimed by stallions, but woe unto all and any who might hope to oppose her. She was here on a mission and she would not yield so easily. It took her awhile to find something close to satisfying her as far as the lands went. They seemed barren of promise and she was all to picky to settle for anything. The sexy minx finally found somewhere suitable for her temporary home, one that would hold a couple others, and, satisfied with her findings, unleashed a wrathful cry in warning to any who would so choose to threaten her or any who may join her here in the future. WORDCOUNT- 578 MUSE- Good TAGGED- Open OOC- I thought I would try making a band for her to get my girly active. ^_^ Silence

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Steam rose from his flesh, it had seemed as if someone tried to put out a fire a lil too quickly. Daggers peirced within the soft mushy ground beneath him... The boy was enjoying a day alone, a day where no one but himself was his boss, no one around to bark at him. Rumor ws, this young man was the prince of the underworld... The son of ghostlock. Though no one knew if the rumor was true, all they knew was the king of hell was pissed beyond reason, for his son hd gone missing for two weeks now. Unlike the others, Dreadsteed didnt let that rumor bother him, he was not scared, terrified, or worried bout his father, or any of his actions he might do.

The boy was more worried bout his friend, his freedom, and his amusment. Nothing else seemed to bother him...

Moving across the lands gracefully, my young boy had found himself entering where the badass

[/b] stallions come to claim their steaks upon some land, unsure of the risk he was taken. Dreadsteed shrugged his shoulders and continued to move deeper and deeper within the lands, he wasnt much of a fighter... There was hatred and evil inside him somewhere, just no one knew where. He wasnt cold hearted like his farther before him, nt yet at least.

His mind was wondering from him again, getting away quickly from him. Suddenly a shine twisting call had interupted his imagination. Ears perked, picking up his paste. Dreadsteed trotted across the lands, closer and closer towards the one responsible for the cry. Optics looked across the land, unable to spot another living bean before finally....

His jaw had almost dropped from his mouth. Her colors were stunning, her looks. So goregoues, so eye caughting. Oh how the boy was excited now. Nostrils flared as he whickered towards her, answering her call. Calmly, he gathered hmself, swifting walking towards her. Gaining ground, he grunted once more before stopping. What was she here for?... What was she doin among the lands of wanna be kings, ladies mens, and pimps.... His mind began to wonder once again as he awaited for her approval.[/center][/color]