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Post by Sequin on Sept 24, 2005 17:45:02 GMT -5
Nares of paper flare, auditives laced the the ashen scull of which they clung to. Brawnty ligaments churn, serpintine withdrawing to an abrupt arch. Matted cords snapped and twisted, colliding with the loam the stark lord tred upon. Loam lifted and begin to sift benith the unsightly titaniums he held. The eroded relm held hidious slaughter, how he abhored mess. Mess was for the thoughtless, the meek. Thoose whom do not have the scence to distort traces of their being, even if they had no fears, no competors. Were is that bytch known as my queen? Putrid Filthy dog, dare she make waves in my relms? Hah she shall learn, I do not take meir tardies lightly. Click Cloves of emerald lay matted along the chiseld serpintine of the alabastar king, his presence drippign from the thick shadow infestations he had once set tred upon. Appex thrashed thrice, annoyance striking his bod. He did not wish upon this wait, he would spread his seed once the wench arrived. How was she to behave in his presence? Now this would be a suitable thought, a courious one he was. Young of age yes, but strong of whitt. Click [/b] Nares flared, scents of new resedence rummaging through the passages. So we have newcomers ey? They shall thrive prehase. Sink or swim, Sink or swim. The only options laying in the chronicls of lemorsea. Thoose whom found themselfs displeasign would be sent to the endings residence, a joy for the bastard making his lurk in the blood soaked brush. Click [/b] Judding into a haistful gate the sugar coated streak glazed the oncoming topography. Titaniums pounded the loam with brute force, slaughtering upon contact. Dial tossed adn thrashing, sudden leaps and bucks forming. Spears of threads snapped at his hocks, uppers sifting along the nape. He would wait no longer, a putrid scream shredding through the silence, residence fleeing the looming branches. He ruled, no other may. This was his lands, under his control, all shall know |
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Post by shanie on Sept 24, 2005 20:50:17 GMT -5
Ebon daggers pelted the ground as he carried bodice to his lord in a 3 beat stride.He wondered how he was doing.Ofcourse being a mind reader he could tell he was upset of his queen not being there.
Like lighting striking the land he quickly shot beside him.
Parted libals emmited hellish tones...G'day m'lord..what troubles you today?Are my services needed?
He asked as he lowered dial and struck out his right front ebon dagger in a bow.
Constein sharpened his powers.
His Death hued orbs stared at a happy squrel.Suddelny the creutre dropped in pain grasping his chest as the air wich he in-haled and ex-haled was tooken from him...slowly his corpse was desposed of and his squeels echoed then stopped.
Worried he was for his lord..hoping he would foegive his lady for being late.Auds perked as a ebon speck squaked from above bothering him.And Slowly the bird flapped to the ground and died.Such annoying creatures!He squeeled.
Daggers squashed the little lome 'neath him as he awaited any commands from his lord......
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Post by Sequin on Sept 24, 2005 21:14:16 GMT -5
Auditives churned to behind, an approching figure heard. However this was no surprise, he knows all. From the moment he learned of the newcomers, he knew their thoughts, movements, future. A low rumble sounded, the creature dareign to take a step in his sacred relms. However this shant trouble him, it was known he was above. Above all, hah.
So you've come constien
He shifted into a turn, the ebon figure in sight. The presence of another was simple, disgusting. Yet slightly pleasing, one of his race. A reaper of life, he chuckeld at the thought. He wouldnt take all the fun however, thoose whom he simply could not tolerate would be taken by the one whom ruled. Rancid creatures, ones whom dwelled in branches looming above.
Amusement was taken from the fallen tan glazed rodent, pityful scum. Focus shurned fomr the decieced and onto the one whom arrived. Iron rocks met the loam with annoyance, his form pulled foward. Seering glare seemign to melt through the tender flesh, his mastering of the elements may be one day put to use.
What trouble my iron casket is known by thee, do not ask such questions. As if you have no inkling of your gifts, talents. My bytch has belated her presence, enraging me so. She shall learn though, I am not one to keep waiting
Low tones formed a smirk upon his mug, his thoughts of punishment scorching his thoughts. Deep vibrations sounded benith his pelt, metalic sooth entering the relm. Silence had striken the moment, a moment to envy. Such silence was a rare thing, one to hold close.
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Post by shanie on Sept 25, 2005 12:38:07 GMT -5
Daggers clameperd the grounds as bordeum struck.
His auds paced as he listened for his lord to the sound of screams from wich he has killed.Yes a scolding from his Lord was punishment but luck struck as he could not kill him for he to was immortle.
Yes m'lord...I have come
Libals parted as he spoke in death tones...
M'lord..you are not thinking this..is there anything I can do..?
He sounded a bit hesitant but not scared for he was brought from hell and the bringer of death.
Orbs scanned again and again for a putrid creature to stumble across him and die of his lonley pain.
For years Constien had claimed none...he lived as if widowed hoping to find that one dark dove to make his heart light.
As dark parted and sunspots arose on his pitch coat he shiged.The light was in no favor to him.He tossed dial and chains flew about then landed in the uneven way.
In the dark it seemed he was hiding 'neath a cloke of death..but in brode day it seemed he was a normal dark trying to be evil
As the silence was imbrassed another shrill of death wa hesrd in this hellons ears...another gasp of fresh breath....He increased his breaths as the thoughts of His lords punishments entered inner chamber....
a raw smirk of the devil washed away with thoughts of lights playing...Can I help M'lord?
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Post by tonic on Sept 25, 2005 13:02:27 GMT -5
Stealth render poetic grin, forever what shall the indelicate femme do, late to such appointment with the exigency thus creatived. Limpid was portray, seeing through it all, within the grip she would soon reign power, bit decietful play must forlorn as present with designated surround; him. Delsultory lunge forth in devious recreation, mass a shadowed memory sheathed in a forbidden delight, pendulum a surrender to her image, a lie forever chained. Cantankerous bellow within drapped lifted lithsophere, realm, circumsti
[eek..finish soon..gotta get off.]
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Post by Sequin on Sept 26, 2005 20:34:38 GMT -5
ooc: urm ok.....it says only the royals may come here. i allowed constein b/c its only 1. but this is 4 tonic and me. I dont wanna go buserk at the moment in rpg so ill just let ya noe. Rendie dear u must leavey hehe, constein u 2. i could always strip away ur immortality and kill ya on the spot, but we dont want that to happennow do we? hehehe
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Post by dakota on Sept 26, 2005 20:47:38 GMT -5
[fine then. -pouts- jk  ] |
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Post by shanie on Sept 27, 2005 19:47:36 GMT -5
ooc~Okie dokies...walks away still perky!
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Post by tonic on Sept 30, 2005 20:14:38 GMT -5
ah.i know i have got to finish that post. im still alive, and its my top priority right now! hang in there with me, i am pain the in as.s of responding in lovely time. im very sorry. :X
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