Don't Fear The Reaper (Open)

[Sonya]

[bg=black][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] A new land and one so far from home, yet the surroundings weren’t too different. She moved silently through the woods, almost as though she were a phantom in the night, weaving through the trees with a practiced ease. Deep brown eyes hidden beneath ebony forelock, deep grulla pelt aided in her disappearing into the shadows. One could only notice this phantom if they really looked, measured steps were taken as she drew closer to the edges of her shelter.. Out beyond the edge of the forest was light, and the scent of others. Ears flicked back against skull as low snort ripped from vocals, eyes squinting at the light that blinded. So used to the dark was she, popping out of the shadows and scaring others was a favored past time. Of course she’d been alone for months now, ever since she’d been banished from her homelands by her own kin. Solid skull shook, tossing forelock off to one side as she tried to rid herself of those thoughts. It had been her choice really, giving up the life she’d known to save those she loved. Did she love them? She wasn’t really sure anymore, as none had stood up for her. Onyx dipped limbs heaved the stout girl from the shadows, head dipping slightly as though it’d aid in avoiding the sun. One gaze adjusted she bit back a groan of frustration, the scents of others were long faded…and the lands deserted. Of course, here would be a grand place for a fresh start. Speech Thoughts Reaper // Spanish Mustang // 15.2hh // Medium slate grulla // Mare // 4 years // Unclaimed

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[symphony]

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[atrb=background,http://i49.tinypic.com/29urn7t.jpg] The ebony-hued stallion moved quickly through the deserted lands at a three-beat pace, not taking the time to be cautious. He was bored. It had been days since he had come across anyone worth bothering, and from the look of it, these lands were even more empty than the ones before. Any scents that still lingered were of equines long gone, moved on to other places...though there was one, carried on the wind, that was fresher than ever. Deserted means free lands, was the thought that ran through Poltergeist's head as he approached a break in the trees where golden sunlight was allowed to stream into the forest and light the way. Geist slowed as he approached the lush meadow, stopping at the edge of the trees to examine the open space unobserved. For a moment, there was nothing, and then a shining grullo mare stepped from the trees and into view, head down and looking well away from him. The low gutteral sound of a chuckle ripped from his vocals; here was someone he could easily mess with. "What do we have here?" Geist asked as he himself stepped from the trees, light falling on his magnificent coat of ebony and ivory. He stepped high and proud, waiting for this mare's reaction. "My words" "Your words" Thoughts WORDS;; 225 TAGGED;; Reaper MUSE;; Meeeeeeh NOTES;; Gotta get back into this post-writing thing xD