Elysia
Gallifrey
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Post by Splashs on Oct 9, 2014 21:22:32 GMT -7
TAG <{Txepster}>NOTES: Torance <3 Also, listen to 'A drop in the ocean' by ron pope. | I'm going home ✘ back to a place where I belong She walked across the land like she was lonely, which she was really. Little Forlorn was off doing what yearling boys do best while she was stuck grieving over her father's passing. Their last moment had been heartbreaking for the five year old mare, but she regretted it now not telling him how much she loved him. Her mind would dance in circles about it and even old wishes from four years ago lurked. Torance constantly creeped in the back of her mind, teasing over the fact that she had left without a word.It hurt, really, and losing her father wasn't half of what it meant to lose the beautiful scarred woman who had made her feel like she belonged somewhere.
Lowering her ivory and butterscotch crown to the ground, Elysia took in several breaths, catching the scent of very few horses and funky smelling mushrooms. Screwing velvet lips, she decided to take a bite out of one and continue on her way. The path was creepy beyond belief and it made her skin crawl like there were a million spiders on her. She shuddered and ducked her head under a few low hanging branches before stepping into a field of pumpkins. An eyebrow raised and it wasn't long before the world started to twist before her eyes. Shaking her pretty head, the five year old painted girl stepped across the patch until it was hard to stand. Deciding to lay down, she leaned up against a big pumpkin and rested her head on it, blue eyes growing heavy.
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Forged by LUCI OF ADOXOGRAPHY
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Fossick
Drover~Yarran~Torance
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Post by <{Txepster}> on Oct 19, 2014 7:37:44 GMT -7
Unphazed by death the scarred liver beast stalked through the eerie pumpkin patch. Her ghostly form so solidified by her strong demeanor and understanding being a ghost. Wearing the freshest marring job the she-brute had received at death, prouder than ever that her throat was splayed open from the Kodiak bear putting an end to her. A malice grinned curled those ashen grey lips at the adrenaline pumping memory.
Prowling throughout the patch, Torance was hunting for another victim to scre the hell out of. After all she had just made a yearling piss itself as they ran away. It was great! The colt would never be the same after being mounted by a bulldike ghost. The thought made the dark crimson beast flick its whipcord high and proud knowing she still caused terror.
Odd ghostly senses prickled as she felt a familiar aura near by. Shuttering as it sent a electric tickle throughout her misty body by the significance of this presence. Who could it be? Torance stalked closer as the prickle grew stronger the closer she got. It didn't take long for an ivory and golden form curled up on the earth appeared.
Instantly hissing a growl in alarm, lupine gold orbs darting and burning in every direction, checking if anyone had harmed her property! Elysia. Quickly the ghost of the scar covered brutess was standing over the petite mare's curled up body. Sniffing her making sure none had harmed her ivory gold pet. If anyone had they will know no mercy from this ghost, as they'd be go insane from being haunted so bad by her.
Not wanting to disturb her pet, Torance stood protectively over the mare. Standing in watch to ensure no one would disturb her. Torance gritted her teeth remembering she never had a chance to say goodbye after she had gone hunting. Glancing over her shoulder, no one was around, coast being cleared the apparition of Torance reached down to lightly run her lips over.. er through the golden strands of Elysia's banner. Torance sighed wishing she had had the chance to be the proper stallion for this mare, having missed the chance to be more than she ever was. She had never even had a chance to have her little pet bare her child before she died. Torance couldn't help herself from running her icy ghost touch down the full length of Elysia's curves several times.
Torance - mare - TB+QH+WB - 8 yr - Liver Chestnut - 2nd gen - 16hh - Amber - Rogue From Rose
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