.feel the burn

[Meg]

[occ; very crude language.]

C I G E R A T T E
a demon from hell.
released upon the bell.

God damn that fucking ringing! Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring. In her auds. Shaking her petite skull in fury she danced squeally madly. Her auds pinned tight down as her always white rimmed orbs rolled in their sockets. "GOD DAMNIT!" Her vocals were harsh, clipping out into the air; staining it with the foul language. Cigarette. She was back and couldn't get that damn ringing out of her auds. It was like it was mocking her, ringing again and again. Like that damn crashing of the waves on the rocks at the bottom the cliffs. This wasn't the first time this dappled arabian had found herself on these lands. A long time ago, hazy and almost like a dream she had met a youthful mare that she had recruited. Duna. What had happened to that whore? Where was she now? Now that she had abandoned her rightful queen?

Cigarette's nares flared as her orbs rolled crazily in her skull. She attempted to focus her attention out over the waves as she danced at the cliff edge dangerously. Her teacup sized talons picking up the moment they touched the ground, her fragile bodice swaying to and fro. She held her delicate skull high up in the air, her kissers almost kissing the puffy clouds above her skull. A crazed cry came from her throat; unnatural and high pitched. Another memory flooded her mind. A stallion. He followed her. Followed her to the cave where her little children had all sat awaiting for her. He had followed her and then scattered her children out to the wind and she had never been able to find her babes again. Zoal. Did she even know his name?

Tossing her skull up, her nares flared again, gathering the fresh scents of mares awaiting their homes. There was not one mare to be seen in all of Cigarette's sight. No one god damn equine. What the fuck was happening to this world? The one day Cigarette had aroused herself from her little "hidy hole" to seek another, there was not one fucker around anywhere. She snorted angerily. Her talons continued to dance under her, her bodice floating above the ground like an angel. Her smokey grey tressels danced on her boa and her long, flowing banner was raised into the air over her haunches. Her scent wafted into the air, she wanted a stallion to come. Her memory probbed again, the damn ringing still in her auds but she still could think. As crazy and jumbled as her thoughts were, she could still think back to a time....

She wanted to see one stag in perticular. The stag that had scattered her babes free. Rearing back on her slender haunches she pawed the air with her thin stilts; still dancing. Shaking her skull her white rimmed orbs rolled again in fury and she touched the ground. Her haunches then lifted in a light buck and she continued to dance at the edge of the cliff. She lowered her high skull for a moment to glance down at the waves crashing at the rocks. Way, way, way down there. Why hadn't she lept off this cliff as she had seen may others do? Something kept this crazy mare here. Her talons stumbled over rocks and they were kicked free from where they had been lodged and they tumbled down the rock slope until they splashed into the water. Ring, ring, ring, ring, ring.

no restraints.
no complaints,
& no fucking friends.