Last Resort

Silver tinted female glided through the lands as if a ghost, a figment of ones imagination. She imitated the shadows around her darkly and she watched silently as all the pretty little mares sucked up to all the stallions. Pathetic weaklings. The fae was not one for other mares, this was evident. She could put up with them sure but she wouldnt become them prancing about like love struck yearlings trying to get a stallions attention. She didnt need anyones attention. She had herself and that was all she needed.

Haunted form halted and she watched her surroundings as if amazed yet disgusted. Why would a mare do that? Just to impress someone. So many pathetic souls littered this world. Maybe Last Resort would have to take care of that. Rid the world of the Weak. Yes....That was it. She would rid the world of those many pathetic souls that wandered aimlessly through life being sheltered from its hardships and its depressing times. Those who wished to remain optimisitic would become cynics, the sinister would be happy with her doings. Oh how lovely life will be.

Dust Devil

He snorted, no prancing of stupidness here, he agreed wih her on the stupidness of mares, and stallions. He would more likely kick them down, and order them to his lands, for their trouble. His huge copper frame shimmered in the weak early spring light. His eyes rolled at the pathetic sight. Do you have a home, mare? he snorted, there was no evident sign of a stallion on her. He tossed his head as a piece of clothe, from the humans fluttered into his face. It reaked of humans, a personal hate of his.

Last Resort

She turned her silver dial to the stallion then said in a cold voice "No." No other word was uttered from her silver frame as she stood and watched them all darkly. To....Much....Happiness. What was their problem? With a snort she pawed the earth her daggers leaving their harsh mark upon the land. Her silver toned body was glimmering brightly in the harsh light but she payed no mind to beauty. For her it was brains and sinister thoughts that followed them. She turned to the stallion and said darkly "Whats it to you?" As the cloth went by no form of anger or agression passed her face for she cared nothing of humans or there kind.

Dust Devil

He satyed still, looking into her cold hard. I have a home for you. he moved his head a little forward, streching his neck, then pulling back in again.

Last Resort

She turned hating orbs to him and said cooly "And where would this home be?" She seemed coy and sly as if something inside her remained locked behind closed doors never to be unleashed for another to see. She waited silently for his response and as he stretched his neck forward her thorns laced back into her black mane and a dark look entered her eye. She was wary of touch and fast motion for some....Aful things in her past that she was afraid would eventually catch up with her.

Dust Devil

He snorted, Manahcob downs