Post by x_iNz on Jul 1, 2006 16:01:14 GMT -5
so listen
She wasn't a temptress. No, she wasn't. In her view, temptresses were terribly overated and overly cliche. She was a Dark, a true Dark, and so did what true Darks were supposed to do. She killed things. She was built for it, too, despite her only reaching 15.2 hands, and despite her not being some giant Shire boasting overwhelming muscle. She had enough of this at her chest and hindquarters, though 'twas not excessive.
The Andalusian that was in her gave her an elegant, almost beautiful look, but these features were sharpened by the cold, heartless flame that burned within her eyes. Auxia wasn't one to settle down and happily bear the lead's foals, oh no. Yet, she needed a home. She needed a land to reside on, whether she liked the presence of a lead or not.
It promised to be interesting, though - seeing how long she could take being ordered about. Not long, even Auxia herself knew, but she could try. Couldn't she? Easier said than done, she hastened to remind herself. Trying was a thing the femme didn't do very often - unless it aided herself of course. She was Dark, was she not?
Auxia halted now, looking out across the stretch of woodland. It was alright, she supposed, for she had no problem with the small, claustrophobic spaces that trees never ceased to offer. Femme tilted her darkened muzzle skyward, and from her lips a chill, haunting scream came.
She was here.
Go her.
and don't argue
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