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Joined: Jan 2008 Gender: Female  Posts: 38 Location: Nampa, ID Karma: 0 |  | The howling Horse of Midnight Peak « Thread Started on Feb 11, 2009, 1:33am » | |
No one knows who the Howling Horse of Midnight Peak is, and no one ever wants to find out. He was said to be large, bigger than any known shire or clydesdale, supposedly bigger than mimic himself. His coat crimson, said to have been stained by the blood of innocents. He was skullfaced and had golden eyes that were said to be able to peer into your soul, your very being. His mane was a silvery white, with streaks of black and red, and his markings were black as night, resembling four-pointed stars. He had a taste for blood and flesh, and was said to kill mercilessly any whom dare to cross his path, crying in victory with a howl, more frightening then a banshee's scream...
Stryke stood his ground at the edge of the high cliff. His fierce golden orbs glowed in the darkened moonlight. He reared on his hind legs and howled into the night, his multi-colored main blowing like a banner in the wind. he thrashes his front legs, then lands with a loud clatter on the stone beneath him. Ears erect, he listens- for even the slightest reply. His ears slowly droop downward, slightly disapointed, as he turns and heads into his darkened cave. He lays down on the cold, hard stone floor, knawing on a bone that still had remains of flesh.
| Darkness is carried apon thy angel's Raven wings, beinging sorrow as she dances from place to place. Plauge and despair, death and decay, thy angel brings forth chaos from the depths of thy own hell, forever in a nightmarish symphony of Howls. |
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