Date Posted:07:56:15 07/24/03 Thu Author: - Magic Hour - Subject: ± Bloody Sunset ± In reply to:
. d0g . . s0ldiers .
's message, ". AgOnY ." on 02:36:17 07/24/03 Thu
-Magic Hour-
-The time that dragons flee the sky-
-The time where blood paints the clouds-
-And demons wake to come and play-
-Watch it pass, a deadly beauty-
-One rich with love and forboding-
Filla moans, lifting mutilated forleg in the air. Butterscotch optics follow the path of the brute that had led her here. Slowly, the tiny dove manages to pump her three working legs to keep him in her sights. Nervous drops of sweat roll of her redwood pelt as her gaze wanders toward the strangers. Then again, it was she who was the stranger, she thought. Would the lights help a foal of her kind. Worry paints the youth's tiara as she casts her line of sight down, mostly to keep an eye out for rocks and the like that could harm her any further...although it made her feel less noticable when she did this.
Upon seeing the darkbay stallion she instantly trotted over to investigate. The stocky sterling mare glared at him, her dark reflective eyes passing over him with distaste. Then her glance changes from impudent to concerned as she transferred it to the filly. "What did you do to her?" She shot angrily, automatically assuming the stallion had injured her. Whether or not this was true was still under debate.
