Volcanic Village
As you walk into this land, you see tall volcanoes in all directions. A few trees dot the landscape, providing some shade. A small creek flows through the land, joining a sea that lies between this land and the Frozen Tundra.
This was the land of Marked, the general for Black Magik while he controled the throne.
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THE PARANOIA IS IN BLOOM; Felton
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Posted on December 6, 2010 at 03:29:23 AM by ladyinRED
She moved without stopping from one place to another her dark emerald eyes finally betraying some of the worry that burdened her heart. The kingdom she could not confide in, perhaps Emotion but for now she had kept her own council upon finding out that her daughter had become the captive of the Gates. And now her red body slipped across the border of her one-time lover’s home. She barely noted the scent of other females mingling with his; instead she simply sought out the sight of his now grayed body against the backdrop of the slumbering volcanoes.
The red lady stopped beside him, for a moment only staring into his familiar features. Slowly her head dropped and she choked out the words to him. “Your family stole her. I didn’t protect her.” In her mind she recalled the anger when he questioned whether or not she could keep their daughter safe. She had been so arrogant, so certain that her bloodthirsty reputation would keep anyone from daring to lay a finger on her child. Now she realized she was wrong. So very wrong. And she had taken this shame into Volcanic Village and laid it at his feet.
Her emerald eyes blazed with anger, while her face betrayed the worry that her twisted heart felt. She was violent and cruel, and she had no qualms against murder and chaos and yet she was tied to that little red and white filly, that face that questioned her endlessly about everything. Despite the fiery temper and wicked intentions nothing could overcome a mother’s love for her child. And she loved the red and white child with all her black heart.
Finally the red mare brought her rage filled gaze up to his face. “I will go to War against your sister, Felton. I’ve cared for you more than any stallion, but that child is my daughter. And they should’ve know better than to provoke me.” It was odd, her feelings that still ran hard for this man. She could still feel the heat they had once produced. And even standing there dealing with this crisis she could not help but slip closer to him, her dark emerald eyes scanning his face, searching for his emotions.
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