Post by Cracked Figurine on May 22, 2008 23:36:50 GMT -5
Dare You See;;
Does My Body Burn Your Eyes;;
Brain Seethes;;
Enter My Sanctum;;
Shall We Dance;;
Dare To Define Me;;
Capture Me;;
My Siren Call;;
[>>]I am cursed, Rhetoric
[<<]Do you dare to call upon me, Rhetoric
[>>]I have cursed this Earth for hundreds of years
[<<]My bloody siren call is that of a, hellion
[>>]Your taste for my blood, Hanoverian x Friesian
Does My Body Burn Your Eyes;;
[<<]His figure is one that intrigues the minds of equines. With that, he uses it to his advantage. He has the strapping muscles of both races, they lay hidden under his sleek coat. His pillars make him an irresistable height of 17 hh. His crown is a classic Hanoverian style, it hangs on the boa of a Friesian. Rhetorics barrel is a combination of the two, it is of a medium size almost unwillingly it seems.
[>>]The whipcord of this stag is a dashing white, just like the coat that flows to it. The texture of the tail looks like a silken harmony, but you dare not touch it and take it's beauty away. The mane tassles on this creature are white as well, though a faint grey stands out in some unruly strands. It is much more haggard looking then the perfect tail, but in it's own strange way it looks curled to perfection.
[<<]The curtain on this beast is unfathomable. Rhetorics lacery sways into the wind, whistling it devilish songs as it floats by. The color, oh the color. It only adds to this equines astonishing form, it is black my dear friends, black. Just as ebon as the flints he sports.
[>>]Dare you say he is gorgeous? Dare you? I warn you so. This thing, this hellion that stands before you is not handsome in any way no matter his looks. The air cripples about him, making all the beauty fly away to the sacred compartments in your mind. The presence of Rhetoric makes you realize he is not beautiful, but he is a toxic force.
[<<]His eyes...You should look into those last, if you dare look into them at all. These orbs, are not right, they are not of this race. The color that resides there is of an average blue, but the force that is behind them..They are just not right.
Brain Seethes;;
[>>]His only prupose in his tremendously long life is to spread his curse. Though, in his twisted mind it is a blessing, he absolutley enjoys this. He may seem like a light character at first glance, perhaps a nuetral. But this scrambled mind that lurks inside a cavernous embrace, it has no trace of anything but pure unadulterated dark, evil.
[<<]He wants to go to every equine and touch them, to curse them and watch them flail, but his cover would be blown. He picks and chooses his fools carefully. He will not go unless it is perfect, to him, just for him. He is the only force in this world that matters. Best of all, nothing can stop him. Nothing at all, not that anyone would want to try after looking deeply at him.
[>>]Dare you not decide to pipe up and mess with him, for you will be silenced. Though, he will watch you writher with greatest pleasure, cackling and looking at your grisly form in utter splendor. His mind is one tracked; focused only on the downfall of equine race.
Enter My Sanctum;;
[>>]My heart pounds for, Ignautia, Arella (<--grrr!)
[<<]My life has designed, none I care for
[>>]My soul resides, Veiled Creator
[<<]Dare you classify me, King
[>>]I daresay I can trust, none
[<<]My daggers will take you down, the equine race
Shall We Dance;;
[>>]I have taken down; thousands
[<<]The pitiful fools who desire to tie; none
[>>]My luckless battles reside with; Arella, Ignautia, Galileo, Calista, Allura, Kavoris.
Dare To Define Me;;
[<<]Hopless Dreams -- chidney
[>>]C L O S E [your] E Y E S -- Cracked Figurine
Capture Me;;
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My Siren Call;;
[>>]Ah Mary -- Grace Potter & The Nocturnals
[<<]The Hand That Feeds -- Nine Inch Nails
© to Cracked Figurine/HRMW/Twisted Yearning/ Catherine
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