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Post by positive on Oct 17, 2005 13:28:02 GMT -5
The bay wench stood on the terra, her black banner and tressed swirling out behind her in an effortless dance. Her pools of brown were sealed and in-penetrable. She tossed her tiara gently and felt the wind rustle threw her pelt. A dark halo her black decorations were. She looked around, her cold eyes taking a liking to the land. She snorted, paper's expanded in thought. Would any stag be worthy of her? Would she deem them worthy?
She couldn't answer these questions yet. but she would soon. She was a strong-minded mare, brains and cunning. She was swift and agile, built like that. Her dished head and supple body were plain enough features that she knew what she was and knew what she wanted to become. She was dark, any moron could tell that. Just by the way she carried herself, her frame was light and balanced, with lurking cunning and malice she had at her disposal.
Her cursing was Ori, She was here looking for a worthy stallion, would she find one? |
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Post by Sashe on Oct 22, 2005 15:33:06 GMT -5
For the third time Sashe would come across the claiming lands of the lemmorsea, however the fruits of claim had fallen short. His lead enraging him so, her dissapeirece a discrace. Sneer scraped across his mug. The trees over head whined from the winds that cut into their bark, russling leaves moved about on the grounds as those smaller then himself moved out of the way for the titan. Flexed juggular could be seen as the sadistic beast breathed in the scent of this fae, he could smell her from miles away, that is what attracted him to her place on the lands he held claim. Her sweet essence and he could easily imagine her figure. Sinister smirk lay across his maw as he moved along. Veering out of the way of branches that threw themselves into his path as the wind bore down at them. Snow glisened upon the ground, freezing at his feet.
The dark midnight sky shown nothing, no stars, no sign of dark snow clouds. The moon was hidden somewhere on the other sides of the trees, or maybe it had vanished, never to return. No light presented the animals upon this land with the knowledge to sight. So if anyone was to sneak up on another, if would probably suceed, unless the other had that special power that could tell them anything that was about to happen. Demented chambers moved in and out slightly, no heavy breathing was pronounced, for that could easily let himself be known. Amber orbs stood out from his corpse as he moved, nothing could come between the fae and himself now.
Stopping once he came behind the jezabel, brain pan rested apon chest plate. Smirk layed across his mug. Visage remained apon thines vix. Fores picked up from the indentions left upon the hazordous crust as cezar moved to the side of the fenimora without saying a word. Jowls parted slightly, deep down within his carraige a low growl formed, rattling through his juggular and to the tip of his tongue the growl formed into a few select words.
"'Lo Minx..."
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Post by positive on Oct 23, 2005 0:12:17 GMT -5
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AHHH! Words I don't know! o.O -attempts to decipher-
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Her head turned this way and that way, her nose held high into the air. The dark clouds hid the presence of others. White snow littered the ground. she stood still, her pools closed. Her harks waving wildly, she jerked, was that hoof-steps? The sound of worn daggers upon the ground? She turned, nothing appeared to be there. She was spooked. She lifted her head and snorted slightly. She could handle this. She had to, or she had better just hand herself over to the light. Her resolve stood firm. Her dished cranium twisted slightly. Ori watched the shadows. knowing that another was out there. She just didn't know where.
Her pools opened wider suddenly. Her harks back. Her bodice tilted, her forelegs stiffened with surprise. She lashed out, leaping away from the shadow stallion. who had appeared to materialize out of the thin air. Her lungs struggled to take in breath, her cavity pumped madly. Her bodice lathered from her fright. She snorted at the stallion, he stood there, arrogant. Her harks drew back in displeasure. She didn't approve of being surprised like that. She glanced at her unseen stalker. Her bodice steamed from the night air. Her mug opened slightly,
What do you want? I haven't the time for idle talk.' [/i] |
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Post by Sashe on Oct 27, 2005 19:50:05 GMT -5
"do not adress me s foolish bytch cloaked in the hue of geo. I am sashe, lord of Desque. Move now, the stench of fucking pregnant dogs marre the dence oxygen here. You are mine, MOVE NOW! Spit your dubbance now, do not waste my time. For you have so cleaverly loured me here, now you shall so obediantly follow me back."
The horrid rasps sounded out with such force, such heartless noise he projected. Stuble mockery slurred with the feral notes, thorns swiveling backwards to the dome in order to clasm the ebon shape. Mass tilted upwars in one nocture shape, a caskade of shadow, an infnanint supplie of sheer distaste. The bytch dare speak out? She shall find her pretty little form fighting for life benith his titaniums. A wretched scream of defyence was sent shredding through the waves of sound, tossing the other residence aside asif they were trash. Cords snipped at the hocks, he awaited the wenches move twards the exit, the vessel dranched in pure shadow.
ooc: eh no muse, yeah joy
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Post by positive on Oct 27, 2005 22:03:14 GMT -5
I've been down this road before
And I just can not care no more
I can't see, what you can see
I'm too busy bein me
See I can't go and you can't stay
Your not gonna take me out that way
The geo coloreddark blodded bitch titled her tiara. Her dial raised in anger at him. Her daggers lashed out as he shoved her. She squealed. But one looked at him stopped her from speaking out. Fear was a non to distant emotion in her ehart. The beat still madly rampaging in her cavity. Blood thick as soup spilled through her veins. Her head tossed. She wanted to fight. But she knew she would die. Her halo of darkness shifted as she moved, the snow piled up around her stilts. She snorted at him, her voice hissed out I be Ori, Sashe.
She lept ahead of the stallion, avoding his ivories. She stood her ground, though she kenw it was dumb. She should go with him. Her head bowed in thought. Her pools darted over him, he was strnger, heavier. She kenw she would loose if she fought his control. Which she could, but she would die. That wuld end her existance in this plain of life. Could she come back to haunt him? Her spine shivered with thought.
Her head turned, she would fight him another day. She would tolerate him for this day, though she knew that she would reget that eventually. She knew where she was going, even though the darkness cloaked the trees, the night gales cried. The white snow softened her blunted talons on the ground. Her tiara tossed in anger at Sashe. She stopped and looked behind her.
Because you can't take me
I said you can't take me
No you can't take me anywhere, I don't wanna go |
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Post by Sashe on Oct 29, 2005 11:11:11 GMT -5
There was sass in this angel, burn upon the tips of her wings, a crook to her halo and an emptiness in her wand. Like a german, she spat at his Jewish peds. So many innocent she'd demolish, finish off, end, euthenize during the holocaust which happened to exist from day one to her grave. She was a machine, programmed to feed off of another's weakness, to insult them in a clever interest and scavenge off their weaker blemishes. She pulverized into them with the nagging sense that she was created better then the others. The corrupted bastard Sashe was did not give a damn of the wenches behavior, nothing she had sputterd truley enticed him so. This, through the ess's sight was viewed as an outrage. Through her own, she watched as the sins devoured him- and that's what most would think.
Heels inched into a square pose, tucking his kiss to his chest all while representing a soldier under the wrath of his general. Like that warrior, he hadn't pledged to be in this world, he was drafted into the menacing play of battle and crime. He was obligated to fulfill his position and defend his property, to stand beside his partner, his brother in war- with ambition to return home, to his spouse, relatives. Knowing they'd all be waiting by the doors, for the handle to turn, and for him to retreat back to them. He was that important, taking such a toll on their lives, his children's everyday hero, something they looked upon and wanted to follow. Behind their eyes, he was their god and the man to celebrate, to warship. He was their church, their bible, their government, whether they displayed it or not, they atleast felt it, thought it.
Beaming at the twig in a mischievious bellow, he slouched, loosening his tight hold of his rippled muscles. Endstuck swiped at his hide in riddance of the pestering flies, flea-bitten among his nocture peltry. Arch outstretched as he gave his harness bells a shake, listening to them tweet. Nares flared as the brute began to treck foward, dial reachign its full heigth as he trailed behind the banche.
The summers are what he dreaded, the lengthened period of bleaching sun rays, baking his albino skin. Sweat to be shed in every direction, mounds and piles of the hideous substance, all leaked from the 20,000 pores upon his body, drooling to the earth only to leave stains of perspirant. Foam gathered at his torso, lining his girth and dwelling his underside. Even the salty taste he could recognize from the sodium in his waste. Although the grazing in this time was favorable, it wasn't worth baring the outcome of the weather. What he couldn't understand was why his coat was wooly and rugged in the winter where he didn't sweat. All that fur with nothing to absorb wheras in the hot months, it was sleek, lolling of all his residue. Shaking his mind of these thoughts, he looked back to the feline, pouring his focus onto her. But shortly, it'd be divided for she was such a bore. With that he was gone, the slow pace taking his form, the pace kept neutral for the poor wench to follow.
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Post by positive on Oct 29, 2005 15:48:10 GMT -5
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******** huh? I knew it was you. And in this rp, your Sashe. Not **********. Sashe is black, is he not? -laughs-
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Her firey soul burned with spite at the stallion who claimed her. Her tiara lifted high into the air. Her pupils dialated. she snorted, the darkness covered the stallion. Her measured steps carefully thought out, she followed his steps, her hooves smaller than his. she was smaller, but no less complex. She watched him warily and snorted slightly. Her pools the color of the geos she stood upon, under the blanket of snow, laying in slumber.
He was a comander, he controled others through brutality and anger. His soul had come from Hell, the same as hers. She watched him and snorted, her anger plain. Was she that unimpressive? That he left her? Did he go to reclaim his troops? Did he go to visit his homelands? She felt frustration. The leafless trees bare to the harsh bit of the wind. she reviled in the feeling of the winter. Her occuals closed for a moment, as the cold winds ruffled over her fluffed coat. She snorted and lifted her kisser, watching the ebon stud disapear. She followed him, her older bones closure to the ground than his younger bones, her frame blanced. She stood still. The lithosphere below her moved slighlty. She snorted and gasped as her hoof stuck in a vacant rabbit hole. The snow had covered it.
Her whicked thoughts wathed the stud.She reminded him of another, one she had nearly forgotten, but not quite. Demension, the ashen stud from the Grey Lands. She had found him lacking in some ways, not in others. She followed Sashe. her thoughts still inwards. |
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Post by sashe so lazy on Oct 29, 2005 15:54:00 GMT -5
ooc: mwaha yep, i am really dfkfkjahsdkfhsldf. Megan only plays that element one. dont tell, im modifyin thoose posts. yeah sashe is black. dang i hate makin new posts
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Post by Sequin on Oct 29, 2005 19:01:45 GMT -5
ooc: Matt u flippin retard u blew ur cover! if that gets out im gonna b pissed cause when i wanna play thay charri again i wont b able to cause they think its u! -bitch slaps-
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Post by positive on Oct 29, 2005 19:37:58 GMT -5
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-laughs unmercifully- I knew it! Ever since your first post! I knew it! -tackles- -looks at Kemor- who are u?
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Post by Sequin on Oct 29, 2005 21:19:23 GMT -5
ooc: heh eim moulin rouge hl, mattos frien din rl. I didnt wanna play that charri anymore so i agve it to him. just be shhh about it kkk. no touching matt -foams- mine
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Post by positive on Oct 29, 2005 21:34:30 GMT -5
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Smiles. kk. I just may. I luff the pic, who did it?
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Post by Sequin on Oct 29, 2005 21:35:51 GMT -5
ooc: i just made it hehe. its ok, cant c stuff too well
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Post by positive on Oct 29, 2005 21:37:35 GMT -5
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Post by Sequin on Oct 29, 2005 21:39:45 GMT -5
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it doesnt show up -shmiffels- have u seen our members list?! We r totally kickin rear!
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