{{Gunpowder}} and [[Lead]]

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D R E A M W E A V E R
he s l a p p e d my face and he s h o o k me like a rag doll don't that s o u n d like a real m a n I'm going to s h o w him what a l i t t l e girls made of g u n p o w d e r and lead

A warm breeze was sweeping across the clearing, green grass swaying along with the rhythm of the gust. The sun was high in the clear blue sky, its illuminating rays streaming down and warming the ground, hugging all the curves of the land. An eagle flew across the sky, his black body and white head silhouetted against the vibrant blue, his wings never beating as he glided over the air like a fish through the sea; effortlessly. His movements were full of grace as the wind carried him through, across the cloudless atmosphere and into the distance. Only then did he disappear behind the towering foliage, only his call echoing across the otherwise silent grounds. The strength of the hawk carried him up to the mountains, climbing steadily and ascending to the peak where he'd perch and watch, waiting for the opportune moment to strike his prey with his deadly talons. A hunter that never stops watching, a hunter that perfected his skills to the maximum and was impossible to escape.

Thundering hooves echoed across the grounds, beating against the rough dirt and spraying it up behind a blur of white legs. The petite pink hooves never ceased their steady drumbeat, carrying the small body over the folds of the ground and into the center of the land. A streaming brown and white tail glided across the atmosphere behind the Arabic body, dancing to the beat of her own heart. My ears plastered to an arched neck, dished skull held high in the atmosphere and nostrils flaring to better inhale the oxygen needed to keep my body moving. A long forelock rolled between her two ears, curving to cover one icy blue eye from view, the others captivating surface gleaming strongly though all emotions were hidden and prevented from being shown. A mask worn over my beautiful features. Brown stained the white surface in perfect little splashes, not a hair out of place. The hide like a canvas painted by the Gods stretched over a perfect skeletal structure gleamed in the sun and shimmered strongly whenever one ray beat down on it.

My body skid to a complete stop, lengthy mane and tail flinging forward as the abruptness caught them off guard. My tail dragged the ground a few feet, and my mane of pure white extended down to my knees. My forelock covered one eye, though the others stunning surface gazed about the grounds, nostrils inhaling the aromas of the other equine to exactly figure out what I was dealing with. My legs were squared up like a halter horses in competition, muscles relaxed and my painted hide gleaming. My arched neck held a dished skull parallel to my chest, ears swiveling forward to listen to any sound that should enter my range so I could better anticipate the arrival of another. Petite muzzle parted, heavenly tones spilling from that pink muzzle and casting a spell. The tones were that of a thousand angels as they danced upon the breeze, eager to fall upon the ears of any that would listen, and charm even the most difficult of stallions.

It's a very interesting concept, the term 'evil.' An equine isn't characterized as 'evil' because of their intentions, nor their appearance or height. For all you know, a little Shetland could have more credibility as a dark than a mighty Friesian. Height doesn't matter. Attitude's what counts. Me? I'm fourteen two hands, and I have an attitude to be reckoned with. I've killed before, don't take my appearance for my judgments, as you'll very soon find you've underestimated me. The way I see it, the smaller horse, the more attitude he has. Have you heard stories of a horse hurting a small child? No, and if so, not many. How about a little pony? Tons of times. Don't underestimate the small, we can be powerful, loves. I'm more than willing to have you try that out on me.

Wordcount;; 655 .x.
Lyrics;; {{Gunpowder and Lead}} by Miranda Lambert .x.
Comments;; Short post, didn't give it my all =P I'll do better next time ^ ^

[i!shadow!i]

The wind held still, as if gripped by an icy hand. There seemed to be many hands, holding all the trees and all the clouds. Instead of the heavy snow that usually fell, there was a sharp frost that froze the grass and held it straight up, as if snow. The frost stayed all day, the temperature never changing since morning. The sun soon exposed itself and burned the frost, hissing. Walking through this hissing meadow, was a bay stag, searching for a mare.

He turned his black eyes to face the mare. He halted, and turned his whole body. He approached slowly, while a mild smirk showed on his face. He stopped before the mare, with his head only an inch before hers. He opened his maw to let out a smoke of hot, warm breath. "You look a little, lonely, mare," he hissed, his voice hardly heard above the hissing of the ice. He always called a mare, mare, their name meant nothing to him.

((Sorry, a little tired today.))

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D R E A M W E A V E R
he s l a p p e d my face and he s h o o k me like a rag doll don't that s o u n d like a real m a n I'm going to s h o w him what a l i t t l e girls made of g u n p o w d e r and lead

Out across the frozen horizon came the silhouette of a moving equine. The frost bit the air, licking at anything moving and devouring the souls of such. Freezing them back in time, only to live again another day. But this moving figure that crushed through the frozen wastelands, breaking the icy substances in his path and sending them flying through the air. The muscles rolled down his legs, withers and haunches, his hide a dark blood bay that reflected the sun. His movements were powerful, and he stood taller than myself. His raven colored mane and tail flowed against his every stride, though one peculiarity caught my attention; a scar that ran down his rump. My gaze followed his powerful hooves as they struck the ground, shattering the ice covered blades as he moved on.

My dished skull lifted, icy blue eyes bearing into his as his words echoed in my erect ears. Little lonely mare. Wow. His words hit my mind hard, and my ears fell back to their place instantly. They were engulfed and swallowed by my lengthy mane, my nostrils flaring on my pink muzzle slightly. Well now, don't we look like an egotistical worthless stag? Tell me, dollface, what's your name. I'm demanding, not asking. Venom echoed in my voice, vibrant blue eyes dancing with a dark flame that was deadly and warning. My tail lifted slightly in dominance, the strands falling and dragging the ground a good distance where it faded into an end. Muscles didn't bulge from my legs, I held the Arabian appearance, thus I was dainty and petite.

My neck was arched, as always, and my hide shimmered strongly in white and brown. I certainly didn't look dangerous, with nothing but Arabian showing to the surface, I looked more like a play toy and a trophy. Perfection was in my bloodlines, thus my appearance was strictly Arabic with paint markings. The other two breeds didn't show through, except in my abilities, which weren't yet demonstrated. I'm guessing this stud would take it comical, a little fourteen two hands mare bullying him around, and he'd probably, like others, try to take advantage of my petiteness and force me to join his herd. Of course I'd go, make it look like I was forced, but I myself would, once there, bully his mares, kill off a few, and let him know I was no collectors item. I was an equal.

Lyrics;; {{Gunpowder and Lead}} by Miranda Lambert .x.
Comments;; haha really short post =P I don't feel like elaborating too much right now

[i!shadow!i]

Darkwing listened to the mare's words. Her icy tone, yet so soft, stung his nostrils and gripped his windpipe. It seemed to hold it within its claws and choke him. Yet he ignored them and only smirked, his icy grin so white and astonishing, popping out among his red bay body. His body was sweaty, and glowed vibrantly by the sun. His night-like mane and tail were held so stiff, just as stiff as the ice had held the earth. Still behind him hissed the words of the sun, snapping at the earth for allowing it to turn itself to easily into an ice land. Darkwing smiled, this was his kind of life.

He looked her into her icy blue eyes and pierced them. He narrowed his eyes before speaking. His voice sharp, yet low and quiet, "You are a fool you mare," he said, not angry, just loving the moment of bugging her, just loving it all. He smirked again, before speaking, "If you are smart enough, mare, you would know my name already, or . ." he paused, thinking, "It means absolutely nothing to me, or you," he snapped. He looked at her with an tall, upright posture that showed he was not going to be taking any snap back talk from a small un-worthy mare.

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D R E A M W E A V E R
he s l a p p e d my face and he s h o o k me like a rag doll don't that s o u n d like a real m a n I'm going to s h o w him what a l i t t l e girls made of g u n p o w d e r and lead

Slight smirk spread across my muzzle, icy blue eyes watching the stallion coolly. I'm DreamWeaver. Innocence dangled in every syllable of her voice, ringing majestically in the air and ringing back to his ears. Lets make him dance a little dance. Devious mind worked up the plot instantly, listening to his lyrics. I may be a fool, thus I don't know your name. Care to deliver it to me? Heavenly lyrics like an angels harp rung out into the air, springing like wild flowers and just as wonderful. Icy blue eyes allowed compassion and understanding, caring and a sensational side cross them. All of it was, of course, an act, but this couldn't be seen through, or even predicted. Have to love a mare such as me.

Slender white legs carried my petite body forward, lengthy tail dragging the ground and my mane licking my shoulders. My movements were of liquid grace, carrying me smoothly over the Earth's surface. Petite hooves tapped the ground and lifted instantly, making it seem as though I was gliding. My hide rolled in the sun, though muscles weren't apparent in my movements due to Arabian heritage. My sleek hide rubbed up against his blood bay one, chestnut and white sliding alongside blood bay, my handcrafted skull running over his spine. My muzzle parted, teeth running down his spine and down to the end of his tail, giving a slight nip and pulling away quickly. My sides rubbed against his haunches, and back around the other side, halting alongside the stud.

My teeth ran on the side of his neck beneath his black mane, icy blue eyes closing. I was, above all, good at getting a stallion to fall for me. It is the best gift of all to do, because then they don't expect the backstabbing that I come with. It's not something you cross everyday, because I'm not a normal mare. I crave blood and death, to kill and watch death. But I also have a sensitive side, I can fall in love with a stallion, yes, but it takes a special creature to do so. Did I love this stag? No. Love takes time. Will I? Ha! A softy like this? I'll get him to love me, tug at his heart strings and make him yearn for me, then just wait and see what the future brings. It isn't something another can be prepared for, after all. You can't take a course on Seductresses 101, can you? Nope.

[i!shadow!i]

Darkwing paused, he listened to her words, but this time they were different. They were of the vocals of a beautiful bird. Instead of biting his throat, and clawing at his stomach, they flowed through his body, gently, quietly, softly. They seemed to reach his brain, and say, ok, she's fine, take her in, take her in. His muscles relaxed, yet his blood bay body still shown as if rubbed over with blood shoe polish. He stepped forwards to her, reaching out, and nuzzling her softly. He walked up to her by her ear, and then whispered, "Darkwing," he answered. He whispered softly, quietly, gently.

Darkwing smiled, his eyes closed, before they closed you could see a soft flicker of blue. He raised his head and shivered all the down his body. A massage, and good one I've had in a while, he growled. He turned to the mare, known as Dream. "You have a touch mare," he said. He turned to face her fully, looking her in the eyes. "I invite you to my territory, wait no," he laughed, "no mare declines my offer," he growled. Even after the massage, he was insisted to get the mare to his territory, but not because she was a beautiful fae, but because he would order her to massage her, and keep her under his control. Ha! Imagine that! His own servant, a small littler mare with such good touch, for him and him only!! Darkwing smirked and looked at the mare.

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D R E A M W E A V E R
his f i s t is b i g but my g u n ' s bigger he'll f i n d
o u t when I p u l l the t r i g g e r

Perfect. Good job Dreamy, darling. You're getting way too good at this. The thoughts raced through my mind, but so protected was the emotions on my face that all that showed was innocence; pure innocence, and a little bit of bewilderment that a mare not accustomed to these sort of 'invitations' would hold. I allowed fear, something that looked genuine, to cross my eyes and face. My slender legs carried me a step back, as if in shock, eyes wild with torment and fear. What an actress I am. I guess I'll have to come, Sir... A timid tone rang in my voice, the heavenly lyrics ringing out once more, softly, sort of dejected from my mind. My ears swiveled to the side, drooping slightly as all signs of dominance were replaced with submission.

Icy blue eyes gleamed with submission, weakness. Lead the way, Darkwing, sir. Those same sweet lyrics answered my over seer, as he thought he was right now, but in all actuality, I was in control. I'm always in control. Rarely will I give up that control.. This stallion was already under my curse, it would seem, and oh how easy it would be to get him to completely adore me! Everything was going according to plan. Thank God for the gift he'd bestowed upon me, and thank Satan for not letting me follow God's path. I allowed a faint innocent smile to etch across my muzzle, blue eyes gazing up at the stallion with an intent dependence. I'd let him think I was dependent on his soul for existence... for now, anyways. Apparently, he was the darkest in this grounds that I knew of, so I'll get to figuring out my plan soon enough.

[i!shadow!i]

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