Post by Sl!m on Apr 14, 2014 11:27:54 GMT -5
Radioactive
I'm Hell On Heels
Delicate hooves moved with ease along the Earth, as the darkness and fog swirled around her. Slithering through each long leg and caressing every inch of the luscious body. The blood bay coat mingled well with the darkness as the toxic green markings came alive in an eerie glow by the moonlight. Alluring yellow-green eyes scanning the dark lands to see what creature may be lurking during the nocturnal hours. A lady should be frightened among the night and especially when in these lands where monsters of all kinds came to play and thrive, though this lady was an exception. Radioactive was basically fearless other than of course some deeper fears that would always stay there. Nostrils flared inhaled the many aromas that filled the nightly atmosphere, waiting for a certain prey to spark her interest. Supple, well built hindquarters sashayed back and forth as she calmly moved along, this was apart of her trap to lure anyone in.
Radioactive looked the part and even spoke the part, yet the darkness within her always gave her away. The aura of this vixen was certainly one who drew monsters in and made pure of heart stay away, though if one heard the soothing, soft tones of her speech they were usually fooled. The siren couldn't help but to let that pretty little mind wonder to malicious intentions and horrific thoughts. Yet attention was focused on the surroundings so that none could just appear. Tail thrashed back and forth occasionally smacking the thick flanks, hoping that the nonchalant game would soon bring another toward her. Time was not an issue for this lass, a true predator always knew to wait and wait for the perfect moment to attack. The exotic curved ears swiveled on top that glorious skull, Impala horns were held like a crown as she moved along.
The lady so self assured that no being could ever put her down, no matter how hard they tried. The cloven hooves worked well in mountainous or unsteady terrain where normal hooves could slip or falter. Radio was indeed a she-devil, for she looked and played the part almost too well.
Though she was far worse than evil, when one is wicked they have lost all real morality to the world around them, doing as she pleases without any care for anyone else. It was survival of the fittest and therefore she would make certain that she always survived even if that meant being alone. The vixen paused letting her weight carry to one hip, standing and admiring the moonlight that cast it's spotlight upon the horrid lands. Ah, such a divine night and she hoped it would be full of amusement; if not she would make certain it was.
I'm Hell On Heels
Delicate hooves moved with ease along the Earth, as the darkness and fog swirled around her. Slithering through each long leg and caressing every inch of the luscious body. The blood bay coat mingled well with the darkness as the toxic green markings came alive in an eerie glow by the moonlight. Alluring yellow-green eyes scanning the dark lands to see what creature may be lurking during the nocturnal hours. A lady should be frightened among the night and especially when in these lands where monsters of all kinds came to play and thrive, though this lady was an exception. Radioactive was basically fearless other than of course some deeper fears that would always stay there. Nostrils flared inhaled the many aromas that filled the nightly atmosphere, waiting for a certain prey to spark her interest. Supple, well built hindquarters sashayed back and forth as she calmly moved along, this was apart of her trap to lure anyone in.
Radioactive looked the part and even spoke the part, yet the darkness within her always gave her away. The aura of this vixen was certainly one who drew monsters in and made pure of heart stay away, though if one heard the soothing, soft tones of her speech they were usually fooled. The siren couldn't help but to let that pretty little mind wonder to malicious intentions and horrific thoughts. Yet attention was focused on the surroundings so that none could just appear. Tail thrashed back and forth occasionally smacking the thick flanks, hoping that the nonchalant game would soon bring another toward her. Time was not an issue for this lass, a true predator always knew to wait and wait for the perfect moment to attack. The exotic curved ears swiveled on top that glorious skull, Impala horns were held like a crown as she moved along.
The lady so self assured that no being could ever put her down, no matter how hard they tried. The cloven hooves worked well in mountainous or unsteady terrain where normal hooves could slip or falter. Radio was indeed a she-devil, for she looked and played the part almost too well.
Though she was far worse than evil, when one is wicked they have lost all real morality to the world around them, doing as she pleases without any care for anyone else. It was survival of the fittest and therefore she would make certain that she always survived even if that meant being alone. The vixen paused letting her weight carry to one hip, standing and admiring the moonlight that cast it's spotlight upon the horrid lands. Ah, such a divine night and she hoped it would be full of amusement; if not she would make certain it was.