the lone flicka

[noname]

the flicka, limped in, for her tiny daggar, was broken, her mane was matted, with crimson, her parents, ahd abused her, and had neglected her, she had never tasted a drop of milk, the life juice, she had never tasted, her fateher, had beeten her out of anger, she tried to fight back, but instead her daggar, was broken, she was hungry, and her orbs were widened with fear, she whinnied out as loud as she could, for help, the tiny flicka, was frightened, she wanted, love, she wanted food, she whinnied for help, once again, and waited for a response...

[Spine]

White Nightmare towered over the tiny body out of nowhere, his eyes glowing red. Muscles flexed as he reached out a hoof, and brought it crashing down on the foal's back. It wasn't worth killing, and so, he decided to pain it. Paralyze then injure, and then leave it to die.

Ooc: I won't powerplay, so you decide if it hits or not.

[noname]

The flicka whinnied in pain, for it had hit her, but didn't paralize her, she tried to gallop off, but she couldn't move for she was frightened with fear, she thought this would be a good, herd, she thought it would be loving, but it was just like how her parents treated her, she treid to gallop away, but she whinnied to the brute, "can I please become of your herd, please" she begged, for she wanted to have a herd...

[Cursed Love]

Cursed walked in, head hung low. She had stepped out of the shadows, invisible until she intervened. Occuli seeped red, bloodlust was coming. Tassels covered her orbs almost completely, but red occuli were still visible. She looked like she had stepped right out of a nightmare. [Do you want me to finish her off?] Lyri hissed [Or is she not worth it?] Attic thought the flicka to be unworthy, though it was also aching for a kill. Geo turned as her pillars propelled her bodice forward, daggers digging into the ground, though not on purpose. They were just unnaturally sharp. Cursed laughed, revealing a row of sharp enamels that resembled fangs. Her fangs were stained a light pink; they were bloodstained. You could only tell if they were pink, though, if you got within an inch of her face while she was showing her enamels, and those who did not live long.

[noname]

the flicka, didn't want to die, the daggar, had missed, her occuli, for now she was deeply injured, she was quiet for a second, then she limped away, for she was scared this was an abusive herd, they liked the sight of crimson. for she had seen enough of it in her preivous herd. She was leaking crimson, for the tiny flicka was hurt, her tiny daggar, was broken, she reached under teh underside of the mare before her, looking for the lifejuice of milk, she grabbed a nipple, and suckeled greedley...

OCC:////// sry so short... ^_^

[Cursed Love]

Cursed pulled away. [Come near me again and you will suffer.] Lyri hissed. Occuli looked at the wretched creature. [If you want love, go to a light herd. Stay here any longer and I will kill you.] Lyri spit forth into the atmos. Boa turned to face the stallion, occuli scanning over him. [Leave her to die, she isn't worth it.] Lyri said. Cursed turned and walked away, paying the flicka no mind. Whipcord lashed, like a cat playing with it's prey. Pillars propelled her bodice into the shadows, where she disappeared.

[noname]

The flicka flew up in rage, she grabbed at the nipples again, and drank greedly, for she was starving, she was malnureshed, then she started to run off, but then she looked back, looking at the vix...

OCC://// sry so short, lol!!!

[Cursed Love]

Cursed turned around, slowly. Daggers dug into the ground. Lyri hissed. [Go to a light herd or stay here and die!] Pillars twitched, and she was off after the flicka. Attic told her to save most of her strength for later, but if the flicka didn't leave now, she would kill it. Fangs showing, whipcord lashing, and daggers sharpened, she neared the flicka. It was either she left now or she would pay the consequences.

[noname]

the flicka, was determened to put her place in the herd, and she struck the vix, with her tiny daggar, she was ready to fight, but she knew that she should go, but then she waited to see if she hit the vix...

[Shattering Silence]

and with the attempt to the blow of his Mutter...Ooids faded into a deep crimson, treds countering to force his carcass forward, pulling sharply before the fillen, enamel's bared, as they closed before her vintage. "Get lost, there's no place for you"Lymns quivered; a hiss. Standing his colten carcass still before her, as his cerebrum was kept up, letting his ooids watch her. Pearls lifting forward trying to snap against her fore-cannon, pendulum wiggleing like his Mutter.

[Cursed Love]

Cursed dodged it. The flicka was slow. Lyri hissed forth into the atmos. Even if it had hit, she would have felt nothing. She was in the full effect of bloodlust, she would lose control of herself soon, and wouldn't even be able to tell if she struck, she would be that far gone. Daggers came down hard upon the flicka, or so she thought. Attic would be useless now, for when in full bloodlust you were so far gone anything was possible. Fangs bite into the rump of the pathetic creature. Lyri screamed. Cursed stood now, in front of the flicka, orbs red all the way through, pupils not even visible. Whipcord lashed so quickly it loked as if it wre flames eating everything in it's path. Cerebrum held low,. tassels covered her orbs half way. She no longer looked like a nightmare, she WAS one.

ooc - Im not powerplaying, so you decide if it hits. (I sound like Spine!) lol

[Salt & Pepper]

it hit her, then the flicka, whinnied out a fierce cry, then a stag, came galloping foward towards her, His name was Salt & Pepper, for he was ready to fight for the flicka, for he had had the same past, and didn't grow up with fier, for he was a strong stag, his mass was built heavely, for he was going to stick up for her, as long as she bred with him, when she was old enough. He was kicked out f the Death Valley herd, he had fought hard for his posistion, but had givin up because the stag had heard a whinney, and here he is, now...HE hissed a warning to the vix, "leave my flicka alone, or I will kill, I have been known to kill, for I am ready to fight!" He hissed, he flashed his dentals, in fury, he lurcdhed out at the vix, and bit her on the bacdk side...

[Cursed Love]

Did this stallion call himself dark?! [You call yourself a dark? You care for others, and stand up for them. I bet you think your brave. Hmph, all you are is a waste of skin.] Lyri hissed forth into the silent atmos. [Kill me? How dare you even waste your breath on even saying that. You could never kill me, your too weak.] She smirked. [Go join a light herd.] Pillars turned her around, and she faded within the shadows. Not even the sharpest eyes would pick her out. When she reappeared, she was directly behind the stallion, as he called himself, though attic thought of him as a pathetic creature. Cursed was silent, even as she reared. Only Rip noticed her behind him, but he gave no sign of it. Daggers came down hard upon the stallion's back, or so she thought. She was still in bloodlust, and was unsure. Lyri let out an ear piercing scream, and with one movement she disappeared back into the shadows. They weren't worth it, they were sure to die soon anyway.

[Salt & Pepper]

It missed, for she was slow, he lurched out and tried to hit her, for he was furious, for the vix tring to kill the innoccent flicka, for she was the weak one, trieng to threaten him, for she was jealous that someone cared for the flicka, instead of her...

[Shattering Silence]

"Get lost stag, go join the frolic's weakling's in the sunlight"The colten's lymns quivered, as he lurch his backened pearls at the stag's bosom, before advanceing afterwards his Mutter, ooids pinned to her, as his acid retainer rumbled lightly. Standing along under her, probbing his cerebrum to lift benieth her bosom, ooids pinned to the Stag. Treds turning him, as he quad-beat after his Mutter, pendulum wiggleing.