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**w i n t e r ( a d m i n )** · Admin Number of posts: 17 Registration date: 2008-03-31

Luminati?

Present, Your Honor.

Your plea?

Guilty as charged, Your Honor

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For as long as she could remember, Luminati had plead guilty, taking the charges as they came. This time however, this time was different. This time is was she, Luminati, who pressed the charges, Luminati who pleaded innocence.

Luminati?

Present, Your Honor.

Your plea?

Innocent, Your Honor. I would like to press charges, Your Honor.

Against?

Everyone, Your Honor. Everyone who has ever damned me.

Each effortless stride seemed to cost the golden figurine something that before had not been a price. Brushing creme facades from her chocolate brown pools, Luminati surveyed her surroundings in her own arrogant way. Her slender lips curved into a disdainful smirk, not because she was rebellius, but because she considered this place for the homeless wenches of the equine world far below her. In fact, in all reality, the delicate mare was merely a pixie, neutral towards the defiant side, natural enemy towards the darkness. Halting, she watched the joyous reunions unfold around her with undisguised disgust. She would not be claimed like a possession, oh no. No, Luminati was merely here out of boredom, searching for a temporary home. With her, nothing was ever permanent. Flicking her small thorns, she heard nothing, no one stirring nearby, no wind rustling the underbrush. It was still, perfect for the auric angel to relax and wait. Someone would offer her a home soon enough, there was no doubt. There were many power-hungry brutes galavanting around, hoping to snatch up any mare, worthwhile or not.

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For years they’ve been jealous…
Trying to catch me in a lie…
When they do, tell me…
And I’ll stop the prophecy…

- Winter

Angels · Number of posts: 11 Registration date: 2008-04-09

He heard noise coming from around the terra, he followed the sound of the noises. He walked around ther corner and saw her standing there he didnt say anything to her he just walked up to her and stopped a good 5-6 feet in front of her. He looked at her his jet black eyes watched carefully for her body movements, he stood 18.0 hh Ject black from head to toe with some white under his stomach. He stood there, saying nothing waiting patiently for her to speak. But the way he stood was different than most stallion, he didnt come right off the back and ask for her name and where she lived he just stood tall and waited.

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Walking Through The World In Darkness