Deepest Dreams{can be breed}

[destiny]

Dream pranced into the land her elegant Arab neck tucked her mane cascaded over her mysterious orbs her tail tossed up slightly releasing a light aroma into the day.
she wanted a stag to claim her and she wanted a foal.

[r.andom]

Carelessness is not in the nature of him, the powerful, dominant stallion that moves with the grace of snakes and remains hunter of the hunted through rain or shine. Evil is his nature, pure and deceitful and he will not and cares not to deny this although maybe he will to some mare where the contest is between lights and darks and she prefers light. He knows he is untouched, feral in his loathing that most stereotype evils (what stereotype evils? They have all gone and in their place there are the ones who are different, the ones who think it is wrong to be stereotype, although now they have formed a simple new type of such a thing, and have left the old stereotypes to be normal in their haste to be un-stereotypical) do for what they see as light, and he is pitiless and ruthless to them.

Watching the wrentch he smirked. Picking up a 3-beat be made his way over to her. "Hello there, poppet." lyrics cold and chilling as he let his maw trace the line of her back.

[destiny]

She jumped slightly at the approach of the stag. She stepped sideways slightly with unsurity, and kept her orbs hidden with silver finery. She spoke with a strong voice "Hello, there sir" she did not know what to think of the brute yet.

[r.andom]

[ f o r g o t t e n ]

He was instinctive and reflexive, dark, foreboding and cat-like in his way - he slipped about her as a mere shadow, spun by dreams that had been broken and cracked, created by the dust and the hatred and the malevolence that every land contained, and that was him - he had little time for little else. And he was fear; fear itself - cold and dramatic and slithering and dark, such pure, pure, catastrophic darkness, and even this did not describe him, did not describe the hatred and the pain and the cruelty of him that could never be described in words, did not describe him in even a meagre way. Forgotten was Forgotten, and there was no other way of explaining it.

Smirk cross his features; he perked his auds to catch her lyrics before replying. "Your name?" he paused, gaze scanning her hourglass figure. "Mines Forgotten..."

[destiny]

She glanced over the brute a moment listening to his vocals then paused a moment and replied. "Mine is, Deepest Dreams, but you may call me Dream if you would like." She tossed her forelock back slightly, revealing a silver hue in her deep orbs.

[r.andom]

[ f o r g o t t e n ]

Carelessness is not in the nature of him, the powerful, dominant stallion that moves with the grace of snakes and remains hunter of the hunted through rain or shine. Evil is his nature, pure and deceitful and he will not and cares not to deny this although maybe he will to some mare where the contest is between lights and darks and she prefers light. He knows he is untouched, feral in his loathing that most stereotype evils (what stereotype evils? They have all gone and in their place there are the ones who are different, the ones who think it is wrong to be stereotype, although now they have formed a simple new type of such a thing, and have left the old stereotypes to be normal in their haste to be un-stereotypical) do for what they see as light, and he is pitiless and ruthless to them.

"Well Dream, Would you can to join Silver Creek?" his vocals calm, and chilling as his mind races to what all he would be able to do with one like her.

[destiny]

she paused a moment tucking her head in a Arab like manner she tossed her head up then replied
"yes i would sir."
she spoke in a soft but still yet there was a hint of strength in her voice.

[r.andom]

[ f o r g o t t e n ]

Smirking, Forgotten picked up a 3-beat towards Silver Creek, glancing back only once to make sure the wrentch followed. Her life would be living h*ll if she didn't.

ooc ll make a thread called Your [ d e e p e s t ] dreams, In Silver Creek please.