<font style=font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;font-family:arial;color:blue;filter:shadow(strength=1,color=black);height:12px;>[ dark mark ]</font> -- The Pasture

.Please forgive me father

.For i know not what i do

.I just have not had the chance

.To ever meet you

.I never knew that i would grow to be

.My mother's evil seed

.and do these evil deeds..

crimson lamia continues to stare daggers at the mahogan colt. Piercing blue eyes never once are lidded over in a blink. she listened to his speech. she released a very venomous chuckle and spoke forked tongue lashing from behind her teeth.

,i>No, Nosferatu, being an 'idiot mortal' has everything to do with it. You may be too proud to admit it, but i can say with undeniable condifence that you are- dare i say it- Jealous of my immortality. And by all means you should be. But as i said before if you do not want to meet your death at an early age i suggest you cease your pathetic insults to my very honorable parents.

she released a demonic growl to match his own. the hair along her spine stood on end. she spoke again in response to his next set of words.

My being present at their deaths has nothing to do with it. My mother and father sent me away to save my life- against my will might i add- I would have given anything to stay at Eriador! do you think i actually wanted to come here with an overly arrogant prat of a colt?

she snorted softly before snapping at his venomous talk of his parents.

You should be grateful to have the sire and dam that you do. Perhaps they do pay attention to me, Nosferatu, because i don't take it for granted. Maybe its because you are too wrapped up in yourself to notice it, but when Reveille looks at you, the look he wears might possibly be mistaken for the proudest i have ever seen. I would kill for my parents to be around. I would kill to be back at eriador. I would Kill to be away from an ignorant brat like you!

she snorts again. long scarlet dreads lash at muscled haunches. auditive pinned 'neath a grave of vermillion tresses. powder blue eyes never wavering.

[ x darkmark x ]

Leave with me my love
Morsmordre

Plan this for
6 months

They say I think like a
friesian (x?)

Beneath skies of an azure blue gray, accents lie in a
bloodied hue

My father goes by
Sinbad
And my mother by
Akasha
I'm built to tower
unknown yet

My Heart is held in the hands of
no one

our plan is made by an
Estrogen

These plans were made for you above

I am whom they call
Sam

You may find me with aim on
nanner676

Subject	Author	Date
OOC	Sam	22:11:49 08/01/05 Mon