Post by TiPsY.xx on Feb 25, 2009 21:59:38 GMT -5
{x} lady-like corpse traveled along the tree line where she stumbled into the lands of talking, non-fighting, doesn't that sound great? No fighting where in a safe place, love, talking, no suffer for those horses that can take any pain, hmm, thats what most think of this place, to me it seems pretty much dead here, now smells of sl.utty mares or brutes, Imperia sighed, her small pillars carried her back to the shade of the entanglements of the trees as she watched the terrain. Her thorns laid flat to her delicate skull as she was overcame with boredom. Her silky black corpse glimmered in the sunlight and she stuck out like a sharp thorn on a perfect rose, her golden- brown voids searched the dull terrain as she tried to find something or someone to a amuse her, but nothing came in her sight, Great another dull day, in this un-forgiving life, For some reason people call it a great life, living is everything you should wish for, well some people have no common sense and are waste of skin when the say that, they have no idea what lays beyond there road that the so far have passed with out and bumps or cashes, thee mean you haven't really lived life yet, if you haven't had anything interesting, or hard to deal with, its just not a real life. Imperia spoke quietly to herself, her mind loved when she thought, it like feeds, though most mares don't think, they wish on the live on the side were sleeper.s and puss.ies, they make me sick, mares, I don't know, the don't go good with me, mostly brutes, why? Well, I don't just like them because there brutes, one on the very last things I care about them, because the strong and when the dark they can take things, must worthless mares can take.