She's Lke T.N.T

[allisunn]

T.N.T. Is what she felt like. Sliver silhouette escaping times reality with the twist if her small and well shaped hooves. Her pearl hide twisted with it's contours divinely shaped to those of wonder. Her stilts were long for her as she sped at a gallop across the land with the dust and rain and thunder and lightning. The winter chills - though it was not snowing on the beautiful to her day- were going through the coat on other mares and stallions.

All turn to see as the beautiful Fae would gallop by, her dappled and pallid coat was one of beauty along with the speed that she went with. The thunder seemed to follow her like the Devil did the Decadance with his Demons. Misery reflects those that wish upon it. Lightning elapsed as the streaming tail was whipped out like a bird fighting the wind. O'er head a black raven could be sen among the tides, following her as one would see.

Flints struck the ground creating an explosion of sudden thoughts and memories of running away like the distant hymn of sounds etching voice. Good and Evil are ones to speak, though they do not fully understand their true meaning. The fulfillment they bring, though, is seemed to be one of the missed, for time has fractured its meaning, and Fate along with it. She truly knew what the time meant.

The Brutale was streaming with such of a speed and velocity that the winds seemed t follow her, to chase her, not hinder her. Like the beginning as meant for the time of praise and lonely upheaval of all...

The winter chills are here to stay,
oh, lookie lookie, now here me say,
feel the cold, brace the wind,
do the right, and do it on a whim.
They cease to say, and you do to,
the feelings right, now what do we do?

Vampire asked her. The imaginary fiend was a bat that always hovered over her, never speaking when people were around so as them to think she were absolutely a psychopath, though it was to late in poor Fate's mind.

We will seize the day, make the most we can,
up the rant, say the chant,
scream it in the air,
like their rhythmic blue's,
we are here to get you,
so check under the bed, and the closet too,
like children's labored screams in the night,
and moderately sacred chills of fright,
we are standing together in this light,
as the way seems to make a path that is right.

Dogge, an old beast she cannot nor never will understand, was second to Vampire. He was as big as Fate herself, and ran like her as well.

"I don't need to hear this right now," she said mid-gallop, the terrain was smooth, flat, easy to run, wet, rainy, thunderous, and deadly now that she was there. Her fresh heart and body shuttered and picked up again at full speed. Her story started among those with the wrong attitude. Those who were likely to kill rather then talk to, forming her sad side. Then, those who were murderous just for the fun of it, like her father, who nary killed Fate herself.

Rain turns to snow as the temperature dropped miraculously in the midst of her screaming out, "Fate!" and tempting all he others around her. Like the sequel to a good story, like a mother with her new born child, like the land after a fresh fire, she reared. Flints struck out at the sky whilst her pillars held her upright as she crashed back down in the light. She hollered out her miraculous cry, her sad story, her loving tune, her babies lullaby.

With her head drawn back by his pillar and dagger, with her maw shut tight hiding her truth's. With her eyes opened wide to reveal the Lie's. Her screams could be herd miles away as the lightning stricken land was full of priceless confusion. Stallions flickered to and fro as mare's danced and waltzed and loped. Her hide was stretched, her bid was thin except for a huge bulge that was exiting her caverns.

He stood over her like that of a king. Stories had hidden behind their curtains of cutting length as he shouted at her to get the foal out. That his son must have to be born on the night that they were in. He choked her while she was in labor and pushing, while she had contractions, while the babe was sliding out into the world of death and strange ordeal. He bit her neck, telling her to move it. And she tried. Her neck was crushed, her white hide bloodied, her sides heaving, and a black filly by her side.

Stallion raged at her, trampling the poor mare who tried so hard. He looked at the mare's face, how crushed in it was, how expectantly he had done it, and the wails of the poor Bella by the dead mares side. The babe weeped as she saw her mother's crushed face, and her father's twisted agony of no heir to his deathly throne. Her snorted at the black filla and turned on his Arabian haunches, then tore off and bolted away, leaving The babe to wallow in her own pits of hell.

A red beauty walked to the babe, a little Grey by her side. He looked down at her with a mysterious eye, as did the mother. "It is Fate that kept you alive from Hell and it will be Fate that they call you by," the old mare said. Grey hairs mixed with white covered her face as she licked the babe, let her suckle, then walk away, a sad expression on her face. Grey colt nickered to his mother and gestured a fond farewell to the lone Bella by her crushed to death mother.

"Please, save me," She said, looking down and away from Vampire and Doge who were waiting for her to explain. A wide grimace etched across her face as she heaved a sigh and looked down throughout the lands and then to the ground, where her mother had died and she had been born into the world beyond her own Lie's, truth's, and shallow pitted heart. But again like it were destined for her be like she was, she loped out of the muddied area where she stood. Her lament echoed in the land like the sapphire droplets that coveted her pallid coat.

Her hue was taint as she now loped. Dogge was next to her, Vampire was straying over her head in the air as she sped and ran again like Hell was after her, though she had already been engulfed. Her platform was thin, but not bony, more bulky and strong like her temper then anything else. She dug into the ground with her back hooves, tearing the ground apart with them.

Her flag streamed out in a wave of sudden embankment as Dogge galloped up and stepped in front of her. She sped and ran into him, though she went through the imaginary body she still felt like she was being catapults through the air. She csught herself lithely and kept moving. Her appendages were like they never tired, galloping on and on like her strong heart would allow her, it beat like a bullet though.

Occules swiveled as she shivered in and out of the rain. Her feather was wrapped and deadlocked around her serpentine, the long arch that was held high and demanding as if she owned the place... She screamed out again, her voice sweat, dangerous, enticing as she called "Please!" to those that would even bother to listen.