Eaglecrest: OF WANTON IGNORANCE, THERE ISNT MUCH

THE SKIES WERE BLOODIED, CASTING THEIR BRUISED FACES UPON THE EARTH, ELIMINATING THE DISTINCT DIFFERENCE BETWEEN LIGHT AND DARK. EVERYTHING WAS HAZY, YET CLEARLY IT WAS SEEN AS DUSK WOULD BE. THE SHADOWS WERE GROWING LONGER, THE VERMILLION SKIES BECAME THE MURKY DEPTHLESS DEEP OF AN OCEAN, THEN SLOWLY SUCCUMBED TO BEING THE SERENE AND CALM OF A RIVER, THE CLOUDS SLOWLY BUMBLING ALONG.

THE CLOUDS, OH THE CLOUDS. THEY ROARED THEIR HUNGER TO CONQUER THE SKIES. THE SUN HAD WAILED ITS DEFEAT, AND THE MOON WOULD SOON COMMENCE ITS CRAWL ACROSS THE HEAVENS WITH A SMUG BEAM OF IRIDESCENT LIGHT. THE STARS WOULD TWINKLE, THEIR LAUGHTER TO THE SUN WAS EVIDENT, IT WAS HEARD, BUT ONLY BY THOSE WHO LISTENED. THERE WAS A TRANQUIL HALT TO ALL THE EVENING ACTIVITIES, AS IF IT WAS A SALUTE TO THE NEW AND ARISING DARKNESS.

LEGEND CAST A JAUNDICED EYE AT THE LEADER, HER LIPS CURLED WITH A MINOR SNEER. HE WAS WORTHY OF RESPECTING, SHE SAW. LEGEND CAME CLOSER, OBSERVING HIS MOVEMENT. WHEN HER NAME WAS CALLED SHE PRICKED HER RIPPED AND TORN EARS. SHE KNEW HE WAS ONE OF FEW WORDS, AND BESTOWED THE SMALL SPEECH WITH PLEASURE, TAKING IT AS AN HONOR. SHE WOULD LEAVE BEFORE THE OTHERS CAME, TO TRAIN. LEGEND RARELY LIKED THE BUSTLING MOB OF COMPANY.

CURSE: legend
BLOOD: brumby x percheron
STANCE: 17.3
ALLURE: xx
STOLEN: ageless

. NOTHING LEFT TO MUTILATE
. LEFT TO DIE BY TIMES OF RAPE
. BROKEN MIRROR OF EVERY THEME
. WATCHING THE RAPE OF EVERY DREAMS
. NOTHING LEFT TO MUTILATE
. NOTHING LEFT TO ANNIHILATE