Paint me a picture, Sing me a song(dream only!!!!)

[Dyzzie]

X. G R I M . R E A P E R .X
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X. W I C C A N ‘ S . R E D E .X
Kill the lights,
These children learn from cigarette burns,
fast cars, fast women, and cheap drinks,
It feels right,
All these asphyxiated, self-medicated;
take the white pill, you'll feel alright,[/size][/center]

What self-respecting stallion would be seen alone, with out a mare to keep himself occupied. Well, none other then the handsome, and dangerous Grim Reaper. Oh you don’t know him. Then let me explain something really quickly. This stallion is not your normal stallion. Now I know that is probably a ‘dub’ moment, what with his wings and his horn… but I was meaning in an even more grotesque way. What way is this? Simple. It’s the silence and mystery that engulfs this unique stallion, keeping himself hidden, shrouded from every other prying equine gaze. All, besides, his sister that is. His sister was the only equine that was allowed deep with in his mindset. The stallion, how ever was now wandering alone, besides the small cat that was curled up on his spine. Why was the handsome stallion wandering alone now. Why, the answer to that is simple, the stallion was in search of his missing sister. He knew, just knew he should have never let himself sleep, not when she could have so easily taken off, go explore. Which the mare had done. Leaving the stallion taking care of a cat, and a feisty, angry raven. Well, he was taking care of the raven, till she got fed up on his way of searching, via the ground, and took off into the air. Now it was just Grim and Hallow’s Eve. Grim’s easy beat echoed across the lands as he strolled, only with the desire to find his sister. She couldn’t have gone far, could she? Nah, it would be impossible for her to. I hope.

Grim stood still for a moment as the wind pushed against his powerful draft body. The handsome stallion of 17.2 hands closed his eyes as the wind wrapped a lover’s caress around him, long fingers running through his mane and tail. Grim was a handsome, powerful beast, gypsy vanner in built, with more delicate plains from friesian blood, he stood at a powerful height of 17.2 hands, muscles stretched with ease over his large frame, and were covered by a hide of sheer, beautiful ebony. His mane and tail where full of luster, and curls that hinted at the gypsy and friesian blood that tainted his lines, the waves of rich ivory falling with their own accord. His mane only reached to the lower part of his chest, and his tail was kept in order, by reaching no farther then the large abundance of feathering that surrounded dinner plate sized hooves. The only disruptions to his hide of ebony where a handsome, large blaze of white that stretched across most of his crown. And his left hind leg had been dipped in ivory, coloring it up to almost his knee in the white paint. His eyes where an exotic copper, yet kept closed and emotionless. Not a single emotion ever flared across his face. He was too closely guarded. Though just the positioning of his body, or even how he held his wings, could tell you more about what he is feeling, if you knew how to speak his language.

What? You didn’t know about his wings, well, he has them, large, strong wings, colored in the richest of black. He has a black horn to match, with a small red ruby. If you where to look at his sister’s white horn, it held the same small ruby at the bottom of it. What the rubies where for, no one really knew. But all the two creatures knew that with out the jewels they wouldn’t be able to function as well. Their mother had a blue one, that she said housed the joint powers of their race, to make sure that all of the powers were usable. From flight, to invisibility, to hypnosis, to even advanced healing. Ya, being a mixed breed made you pretty unique, I suppose.

Grim winced slightly when his cat suddenly dug her nails into his spine, ”What Hallow?” He asked turning his head to look at her. The cat hissed before swatting him with her tail. Grim sighed, and lowered his maw atop his dearest friend, as she purred against it. ”Stop worrying Grim, darling, know that your sister can handle herself well, usually...”

[/b] Grim sighed, and turned his head away to look up at the sky, ”I know, I just…” ”Worry, I know, I know.” The cat purred soothingly, as the stallion’s wings dropped an inch into a more calm position. Hallow continued to purr, gently massaging the spot between his two wings with her paws.

A cat. And a horse. The stallion was tall, and from the way he moved, as well as the emotionless ness of his gaze I could tell he was something of power. It was rather fun to stalk them. Sonata was close at my side, as we hid in shadows, behind trees, tailing close, but not close enough to be discovered. When the stallion had halted his travels, I took that opportunity to get a little closer, Sonata slinking along at my side. ”Keep quiet, Sona. We might have an interesting advisory in this stallion.” Sona wagged her tail at the thought, her eyes brightening, before dimming, ”Wiccan, shouldn’t we be careful? We don’t know a thing about this land or it’s laws. Should we really be planning such a big kill already?” I snorted, ”Big kill, what did you call killing the stallion and colt earlier this morning mean? I mean, that was fun, sure. But it was two beings, left in the open.”[/b] I reminded her. My companion just shook her head, her words falling silent, but I knew that I was nowhere near winning the fight.

I glanced down at my wolfessa, my teacher, and smiled slightly. She hadn’t really been in that good of a mood sense that other pup had the stupidity to think she was a creature of play. Unless it involved pain, dismemberment, or something similar, then she wasn’t likely to play. Unless it was with me. We played sometimes, when we had nothing to do, and needed to keep ourselves occupied. I reached down with my muzzle to nose her white ruff softly, and the white pup looked up at me, her green eyes smiling when they reached my blue gray ones.

She was a rather beautiful little creature. Rich in white coloring, slightly longish coat. Not to mention those deadly green eyes, like jade. She was smaller than most pups, though she hated to be reminded of this. She was an adorable miniscule creature, small yet deadly.

Just like I was beautiful and deadly. A creature as poisonous as she is beautiful. Or at least, that is what Sona said, when referring to my Arabian and Friesian shape, my ivory colorations, and hypnotic. Again, her words not mine.

I grinned as she suddenly looked up at the stallion and cat, and humbly said, ”We aren’t doing anything yet. But we can watch, wait… just in case.” She tried to sound indifferent, but I saw the way her claws had threaded into the dirt at the thought, the anticipation of an attack.[/color]

Grim stood still, his ears spun slightly when he caught the slight noise of what could be young ones talking. But he soon dismissed it as a mere figment of his mind, and the 5 year old stallion started to walk again, his wings flared out slightly, just in case he needed a quick flight plan attack. Just in case.

He only spun around when the sounds of approaching hooves alerted him of another. The stallion spun around, to face the maiden who was approaching, directly.[/color][/size][/blockquote]

To un-explain the unforgivable
Drain all the blood and give the kids a show

By streetlight the dark night, a séance down below

There’s things that I have done you never should ever know!

Status: completed
Muse: just terrible/pathetic/dead....
Characters: Grim Reaper.Wiccan’s Rede
Genders: Male.filly(respectively)
Alliances: Misfit.Eternal Darkness
For: DreamWeaver/Tombstone’s Revenge.Dream
Notes: This is for Dream only. Do not post, our Wiccan will eat your heart, Sonata will eat your carcass, Blood will harbor your blood, Grim will study you bones, and i will collect your soul XD again. For dream only....
Playlist:Baby, I ain't your boyfriend, baby, 3OH!3 and
How I disappear by My Chemical Romance

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