Post by Venus Doom on May 18, 2008 19:27:03 GMT -5
I don't know what I can do
still I know I've got to try
eagle help my feet to fly
mountain help my heart be great
Spirits of the earth and sky
please don't let it be too late
This will be the day. This will be the morning. Bring out the prisoner, let her stand in the light. We will see them dying in the dust. Now we make them pay. Not without a warning. Come on now, don't be shy dears. Nothing will hurt you out here, all is well. You don't worry now, you'll be coddled by the spirit of your mothers here. There is no dangers, lords. There is only safety. A false sense of security, hah. There was always danger, always the threat of death and destruction in hers and anyone else's wake. It always depended on how your hooves hit the earth, and how your head carried itself in the presence of evil, or how your voice sounded in the mist. The factor of battle depended on the horse, not on fate. Or..was it fate? Did fate have a say in what each soul reacts to? It was entirely, utterly possible. And almost real.
The silence was thick in the air, fighting with the humidity in the air as it wanted dominance. The silence wanted nothing to hinder its power, its power to scare the daylights out of weak mares, and to enhance the power of controlling stallions. The probability of a stallion herding a mare here was very great, for most that crossed through here didn't seem to think that they had a chance otherwise. Did Venus think of herself in such a manner? Nay. She enjoyed the silence, the darkness it brewed in swirls as she stood. The humidity seemed to cool as the stillness took over, at least giving her a small bit of relief from the sweltering temperatures in the light, that even with a coat as light as hers she felt hot and congested. Her throat ached to breathe through the stiff humid air, and feeling some damper zephyrs eased her quite a bit. Auds swiveled comfortably to the sides as she strolled nonchalantly, not seeming to be scared at all.
And indeed she wasn't. She was actually welcoming the place, looking at other poor mares who were huddled in certain areas and shivering from fear, their eyes alert as anything and ready to panic if even a pebble dropped on the ground. Venus wanted to torture them but she'd let them be, only giving a 'tsk tsk' to the groups as she passed by them. Her head would even shake in disappointment in them, continuing forward until she'd found herself a secluded place in the hard walls of the grotto. Comforting indeed. She would rest there, eyeing the lichen growing on the rocky walls and the cold-blooded animals slithering across the cold earth. She grinned but briefly, before shaking her crania out a tad and shifted her weight to finally sit in a relaxed, vulnerable position.
destroy their evil race
until there's not a trace left
now we sound the drums of war
how loud are the drums of war?
still I know I've got to try
eagle help my feet to fly
mountain help my heart be great
Spirits of the earth and sky
please don't let it be too late
This will be the day. This will be the morning. Bring out the prisoner, let her stand in the light. We will see them dying in the dust. Now we make them pay. Not without a warning. Come on now, don't be shy dears. Nothing will hurt you out here, all is well. You don't worry now, you'll be coddled by the spirit of your mothers here. There is no dangers, lords. There is only safety. A false sense of security, hah. There was always danger, always the threat of death and destruction in hers and anyone else's wake. It always depended on how your hooves hit the earth, and how your head carried itself in the presence of evil, or how your voice sounded in the mist. The factor of battle depended on the horse, not on fate. Or..was it fate? Did fate have a say in what each soul reacts to? It was entirely, utterly possible. And almost real.
The silence was thick in the air, fighting with the humidity in the air as it wanted dominance. The silence wanted nothing to hinder its power, its power to scare the daylights out of weak mares, and to enhance the power of controlling stallions. The probability of a stallion herding a mare here was very great, for most that crossed through here didn't seem to think that they had a chance otherwise. Did Venus think of herself in such a manner? Nay. She enjoyed the silence, the darkness it brewed in swirls as she stood. The humidity seemed to cool as the stillness took over, at least giving her a small bit of relief from the sweltering temperatures in the light, that even with a coat as light as hers she felt hot and congested. Her throat ached to breathe through the stiff humid air, and feeling some damper zephyrs eased her quite a bit. Auds swiveled comfortably to the sides as she strolled nonchalantly, not seeming to be scared at all.
And indeed she wasn't. She was actually welcoming the place, looking at other poor mares who were huddled in certain areas and shivering from fear, their eyes alert as anything and ready to panic if even a pebble dropped on the ground. Venus wanted to torture them but she'd let them be, only giving a 'tsk tsk' to the groups as she passed by them. Her head would even shake in disappointment in them, continuing forward until she'd found herself a secluded place in the hard walls of the grotto. Comforting indeed. She would rest there, eyeing the lichen growing on the rocky walls and the cold-blooded animals slithering across the cold earth. She grinned but briefly, before shaking her crania out a tad and shifted her weight to finally sit in a relaxed, vulnerable position.
destroy their evil race
until there's not a trace left
now we sound the drums of war
how loud are the drums of war?
