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Post by dakota on Sept 24, 2005 21:41:22 GMT -5
 all her life SIVA had been dreading this single moment when she would enter this land of beginnings. she had never liked life in a herd. hellions were thingyy and other mares only cared about the lead position and always secretly hated each other, SIVA included, although lead position meant nothing to her. it was simply a title, something easily obtained. SIVA had a great many herself and she wouldn' give respect to just anyone. not because of a title, power, blood or anything else you might think counted for something. because with SIVA, it didn't. all bets were off. her respect was earned, and you had to work for it.
the young dove was definatly a piece of work. she was a deep liver chestnut with flowing tresses and a long forelock that tended to block her vision. it looked nice, but to SIVA it was murder. she was tall for her blood, with was obvious in ther elegant serpentine and her dished crown. she was always the mare who through the prettiest foals, the one that stallions would fight for and steal, but forget about once she was added to ehr collection. but she demanded respect.
SIVA slowed to a sauntering walk, her harks laced into her tangled locks, mocha depths hard and cold as they glared at passers by. she soon came to a halt, her serpentine set slightly forward and her crown raised very high, shooting warnings at anyone and everyone. she better get this over with.[/color] |
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Post by aly on Sept 29, 2005 18:36:48 GMT -5
Passive for a moment was the fury hued stallion as the b.i.t.c.h entered his shights.Would a free hellon need a mare to join him in refuge.Poison it was but she seemed different allthough haunted by past experances he was curious to find more about her.He dar not stop?Or dare not continue on in seek for an orb popping vix.
Decided he was as fury minded stallion hauled muscle toned bodice to a complete hault.Daggers clamred the lome as dust climbed the red toned crimson body.He pondered a breif moment as if 'twas a dare.But he or she who hesitates is lost.
Would he uncover secrets hidden in her slender bodice or just claim her as if a regal b.a.s.t.a.r.d?
But again he hated to ponder so he carried on in a 4 beat stride nearing the b.i.t.c.h.
Would he look from a far and observe or go for it.Mind made up he approched.Still fury raged in him from his agngering past.
lo bytch..what be your curse...speak now or forever waste my time....and your secrets will be reavled as a threat so poinsonus to all they would drop as dead ebon specks hitting westnile.I be cursed Secret Whip.
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Post by dakota on Sept 29, 2005 19:13:41 GMT -5
SIVA had grown tired of waiting. was she just not desirable? no, she knew that was not true. she was an attractive young dove and she knew it. she would just have to be patient. pah! patient my butt. crimson ess arched her elegant serpentine, her arabic lineage apparent. she tucked her dished crown to her chest and pawed at the loam with a fore flint. dust stirred and rose, irritating her further. snort is blown from hollows, her harks twitching forward. she heard the approaching hessian before she saw him, but soon enough his physique entered her line of vision. ah, one of her kind. harks immediatly seek refuge within her tangled locks once more. but he paused, she glared at him, then he continued on. he repeated this a couple more times. oh, come on. you know you want to. finally he reached her. he wasted no time before speaking to her. she raised a brow. well, he sure got straight to the point. "Well, if you must know I'm Siva."SIVA had never been much of a talker. how could he be so sure he would her "secrets" out of her? |
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Post by aly on Sept 30, 2005 17:28:50 GMT -5
Madded with the darkest of despair her lyrics entered his communticator.He muled it over before the thinking of anymore began.
He seemed to twitch as his fresh memories wadded in his mind a great deal of pain.
Crimson cloaked bodice stepped closer to the the dove.
His harks laid laced againts him as a dagger muled the ground.His focus stayed on her.
Libials parted as he spoke in whisper...
I shall recive your secrets..for I am a Trickster...and I control them...
He was not quick to invite her to his lome for he was erie she would be a foe to him....but no obligations..she was deeply wanted.
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Post by dakota on Sept 30, 2005 17:44:21 GMT -5
harks flicked forward, for she had no more reason to be hostile toward him, he didn't seem like he would want to do her much harm, or could do her much harm, for that matter. catching his speech, SIVA gave a light chuckle before repling. "Whatever you say..."[/i] the young dove arched her arabic serpentine, dancing toward him, then quickly stepping away. regal crown is tossed, tresses becoming airborn for a moment then falling back into place. did he really want her? or was she just another collector's item to him? that was the question. but what was the answer?[/center] [ick. sooo sorry.] |
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Post by aly on Sept 30, 2005 17:53:05 GMT -5
His danced as she spoke..was this a game to her.He mauled the ground with a dagger.Of course no vixens were just prizes to him...he hounered them. Drimson cloack dimmed darker as the sun set slowly on the horizon.Would she dare not trust him? His orbs lay commenced on hers..mabey she was actually special.A sharp thought of api nran through his mind as the though was shooken off.He stared momentairley once more looking dull. Libials parted once more ... I invite you to join me in my refuge...I would forever be scared if you decline....ooc~Sry no muse  |
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