Mistress Butterfly
Apr 19, 2010 22:19:47 GMT -5
Post by Dusty's Girl on Apr 19, 2010 22:19:47 GMT -5
Name: Mistress Butterfly
Age: 10 yrs old
Breed: Fell Pony
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Mare
Color: Black
Markings: none
Name: Frost
Age: 5 yrs old
Breed: Minature
Height: 32 inches
Gender: Stallion
Markings: none
Color: Albino
Hm, how did I end up here? My woman is gone, my friend is missing. Frost, where are you? This place is not my dark lands, nor is it where I belong. But where did I go? But before here I was wanted and needed. My woman was a Wiccan and a Dark Mistress in her own right. She practiced many spells and swore that I was her familiar. She treated me well and even made me a room in her home. When I got bored, she got me Frost. Such a well behaved miniture horse, his lovely white coat blended so well with my black hide.
But then she came home covered in blood. I had never seen that much blood before in my life. The authorities came and took her away. Then they came for Frost and myself. They tried to take us to...well...I don't know where they were taking us. That's when I saw her again. She caressed my head and took my halter off. Goodbye my sweet love. Blood poured from her. Every orafice. She collapsed and fell to the ground. Dead. No! I had to get away. I turned towards Frost and urged him to run. We ran.
Together we stayed in this land, him a gelding and myself a mare. But I learned that some horses were not sweet like my Frost. The stallions. They tried to breed me, run off Frost, and take me with them. Blood flowed once more. I had to kill them. Soon I earned a new name. Mistress Death. Now no stallion wanted me. Finally I could be alone with Frost. I missed my woman, but had to carry on.
This land is new. Frost became separated from me a few days back. I hope that he is alright.
Age: 10 yrs old
Breed: Fell Pony
Height: 13.3hh
Gender: Mare
Color: Black
Markings: none
Name: Frost
Age: 5 yrs old
Breed: Minature
Height: 32 inches
Gender: Stallion
Markings: none
Color: Albino
Hm, how did I end up here? My woman is gone, my friend is missing. Frost, where are you? This place is not my dark lands, nor is it where I belong. But where did I go? But before here I was wanted and needed. My woman was a Wiccan and a Dark Mistress in her own right. She practiced many spells and swore that I was her familiar. She treated me well and even made me a room in her home. When I got bored, she got me Frost. Such a well behaved miniture horse, his lovely white coat blended so well with my black hide.
But then she came home covered in blood. I had never seen that much blood before in my life. The authorities came and took her away. Then they came for Frost and myself. They tried to take us to...well...I don't know where they were taking us. That's when I saw her again. She caressed my head and took my halter off. Goodbye my sweet love. Blood poured from her. Every orafice. She collapsed and fell to the ground. Dead. No! I had to get away. I turned towards Frost and urged him to run. We ran.
Together we stayed in this land, him a gelding and myself a mare. But I learned that some horses were not sweet like my Frost. The stallions. They tried to breed me, run off Frost, and take me with them. Blood flowed once more. I had to kill them. Soon I earned a new name. Mistress Death. Now no stallion wanted me. Finally I could be alone with Frost. I missed my woman, but had to carry on.
This land is new. Frost became separated from me a few days back. I hope that he is alright.
