Post by Rosey-Lew ^.^ on Jul 23, 2010 21:17:54 GMT 8
S P H E
Ooh, baby, don't you know i suffer?
Ooh, baby, can't you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretenses
How long before you let me go?
Ooh, baby, can't you hear me moan?
You caught me under false pretenses
How long before you let me go?
The scene, was apparenly one of a filly, having lost it's mother to some predator. The large white mare was sprawled apon the ground, a large wound snared apoun it's neck. The filly appeared to be grimacing, it's dappled gray coat flickering. But, contraring to the veiwers beleifs, the young-one's skull lowered toward a section of unbroken skin on the fae's neck. Teeth slid through the skin effortlessly, and then the flicka was smiling. She hungrily drank in the mare's blood, her ebony eyes turning a rather strange shade of red as she filled herself. It was only when the mare ran dry, that the filly lifted her head, lips bloodstained. She snarled downward at the mare, and with one effortless kick, the body slid several feet away from the filly. It was already obvious that this was no regular filly. She was amazingly beautiful, every aspect of her was perfect, not a hair out of place. She appeared more adult-like than young, she had full-grown manes and tail, and her eyes held not childlike innocence, but ancient wisdom. Then there was her strength, unparralelled to any mortal.
She licked her red lips, cleaning them. She was still thirsty, she would have to feed again soon. A growl slipped through her teeth. 234 years she had been on this planet, just efforless spinning from day to day, but she figured it had been enough time, she needed to make herself known. She raised her dainty skull, and cried out in a clear, high soprano. "I am Sphe, I am looking for a home." She was specially happy with herself, she knew it woudn't be long before somone came, all immortals were physically attractive to their prey. They were always immaculate in appearance, they smelled like no other equine, it was intoxicating. Even thier voices were specially adapted to lure you in.
She smiled toward the sky. It was time. The time for Vampires.
She licked her red lips, cleaning them. She was still thirsty, she would have to feed again soon. A growl slipped through her teeth. 234 years she had been on this planet, just efforless spinning from day to day, but she figured it had been enough time, she needed to make herself known. She raised her dainty skull, and cried out in a clear, high soprano. "I am Sphe, I am looking for a home." She was specially happy with herself, she knew it woudn't be long before somone came, all immortals were physically attractive to their prey. They were always immaculate in appearance, they smelled like no other equine, it was intoxicating. Even thier voices were specially adapted to lure you in.
She smiled toward the sky. It was time. The time for Vampires.
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