Okay. Litte Miss Helleborn is a bitch. A bona-fide pain in the ass. She truly does not know anything else. One day she may grow out of it but chances are slim.
Well she is meandering along the Volcanic Village one day, the striped little fox, before she is poofed, stolen, vaporized!. The pretty little lavender tipped lass is moving along on slender limbs before a grumpy Grumplesnakes appears before her and (with a wink of his ghoulish eye) she is gone.
The purple striped mare-child finds herself now STUCK in a God-blessed stable. NEVER had she been placed in such confinements and further more how DARE someone put her in such a small space? Helle makes a point to call (rather loudly and rudely) for whomever is the gatekeeper. Her tones are low and angry as she demands the attention of who has whisked her away.
Her brow is furrowed quite deeply as she hears the clop-clop of feet along the solid stone ground. Lavender tipped lobes are trained to the doorway. His heavy scent and breathing is saturating the atmosphere and she can feel a creeping paralysis touching her hooves, legs, heart. A short call is given in her moment of distress before suddenly the youth is froze and solid, the whites of her pale purple eyes rimming as the sound of feet stop before her stall, the hollow echoes passing onward against the walls of her prison.
The slow creaaaak of the door is opening and she can only stand in a sheer frozen horror. A savage and terrifying smile begins to spread over her lips...a little too big and a little too wide. It is horrifying and glorious to look upon. Much too like the bloody red harvest moon on a clear October night.
HELLEBORN
light up the world as i fall asleep