Luminous
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Post by Luminous on Nov 4, 2005 18:21:07 GMT -5
The russet gamma threshold of a petite feminess showed brightly,her canvas contouring brightly against the green hues of the brusheled forest,her outline clearly visible as she progressed from the damp lands,her visiage showed with a gleam of azure pools,her firey claimed plumage whisping lazily over her delicately made spinal chords, her scythes scraping rather nervously at the sod, her stride continuously unraveling the moistened topographic sod, the mushes of its moisture squishing lightly beneath her speedened stride, completely exposed into visibility, her imagery bore brilliantly carved features,her aperature finely arted with the arch of her kind, her pendulum swaying at her hocks now. She moved forth steadily,nosing her plush into the rouded bushels,grasping at a few greens and colored berries occasionally, plum stained juices traveled down her widely presented tusks,lapping at it awkwardly.. I call out to whom be near. I be luminous,a light femine from Narcania..please..enlighten me..show yerself.Her words were smoothly laid out,allowing brutes whom were near to swallow them. As she advanced,she noticed the piercing silence,rolling the scarce sounds over in her drifting thoughts,analyzing every noise.She wimpered quietly,amused with the finding of the palace,though bored with the exception of loneliness.Nearing a lushen glaze,her flix dropped,her plush parting delicately to release her ivoric enamels,plucking rapidly at the solid greens,chewing quietly with somewhat distaste,her appetite not of the present.She continued munching in silence,thinking about the future happenings,wondering of her soon rank,perhaps a strong hessian would find her,one of great loyalty and accompaniment.. To the one I seek..
I wait for you,
deepened with the sorrow of lonliness,
awaiting the blissful moment when we meet,
longing for you effervescent touch,
soothing it shall be,
though the wait is worth the outcome,
i hope for a great making of this,
come my brute,
i summon one forth... She called out only once more,slightly irritated with the wait,though she refused to let it show,she remained calm and collected as far as her features,though her heart raced rapidly,the pounding seemed as a vibration,could her bronc hear it?could her destined love feel her lonliness?The silence settled around her,once more taking in the what seemed to be now awkward noises,cracks of twigs nearly startled her as she grew accustomed to this quietness,how peaceful t'was,how amazingly tiring.Waves of sleep embedded their way o'er her,drowning her with a deep doze,drifting into a slumber quickly,awaiting one to sweep her away.. ooc:crappy post.sowwy |
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Post by dyain on Nov 5, 2005 11:39:47 GMT -5
My sweet doe laced in luminost
Come dance with the light
The endless light
Twist and twine
Your presious days with mine
Liquid mirrors widened to a great extent, not believing the sight they beheld as they gazed at an elegantly splotched fae, alone... From the silver brute's vision at the top of a small hill, the vix looked positively angelic, as though sent from the heavens themselves. Hazel vissionaries took in her muscular yet agile curvature, powerful appendages, and softly chiseled crania. The image was absolutely perfect. Stretching an ebon tipped appex, the king gracefully broke into a 2 step, daggers effortlessly slicing through the soft loam underneath, fluidly yet rapidly covering the short distance to the amazing fae.
As he neared her, appendages ceased their ebony flashes as they slowed to an abrupt stop, kicking up a soft cloud of dust from the emerald-covered sod. The sun's warming rays bathed the lord with a warming golden light, gleaming his platinum pelt to absolute perfection, illuminating him greatly amongst the rolling fields of emerald. Every silken tendril of his pewter tresses shone with a gloss not other stag could accomplish as they cascade down his arched serpentine, landing with perfect form in a smooth silver waterfall.
Slashing plumage flowed like a dream from a muscular rump, whipping through the air behind his poweful image, lifted by the gentle breeze. Ebon-dipped harks pricked simultaneously towards the vix, drinking in her sounds as well as his flared nares took in her luring scent. This fae was most certainly heavenly. As obsidian vissionaries gazed her down still, the lord's velvetine mug parted, pearly ivories clearly visible, releasing a sweet lulaby melody onto the air currents.
Fair maiden, I wish to learn of your blessing. I am of the dubbance Dyain. You have enticed me so, pardon my intrusion. I wish to as my queen, such a doe as yourself deserves much more however. Hoping the fae wasn't perturbed by his abrupt decision, he parted his maw once more, letting his calming tone sail through the air again. Of course, the decision if yours, do not feel pushed, for I only want your angelic figurine to be pleased...Dropping his boa in a deep bow, the lord showed his utmost respect for the vix before turning away. How he wanted to whisk her away with him, to take her to the amazing forest of his home, to love her as his own. Yet he held himself together, slinking into the shadows of the night to wait...
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Luminous
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Post by Luminous on Nov 5, 2005 12:54:11 GMT -5
With a sharpened squeal,she nearly lurched forth,her slumber disturbed by the fruitened presence of the he,her luring seekers bearing his imagery with a high level of interest,calling to him with a series of notes,stringing them together to form a honeydew song,backstepping away from the hessian slightly,a bit unsure of bruthens,yet she wanted more of him,wanted more of his presence,longed for one's touch,she wimpered quietly.Her past assured her to be shy,though the only factor of her timidness was the fear of once more being forcebred or slaughtered,the fear of her deepest loves to vanish from beneath her for another.She regained her pace forth,nearing the brute timidly.As she advanced forth,her trixen cocked to the side, a mere sign of shyness and timidality..
Brute, I be Luminous.I be sided with that of the heavenly sort.First marked as a cursed, i changed my ways. I was,in my homelands, wanted by amany czars.I bechose one..only to be betrayed,forced to be bred.once the young reached its breath,he massacred it.
With her quiet words,he apex hung low,shame once more sided her,though it soon left,another call ceases the silence.Her vocals pierced the dying noise,her harps percking with the quiet squeals of smaller animals,perhaps more squirrels?Some sort of little critter.Her attention snapped back to the present one whom had taken to her so quickly,had she the affect on him as she had in the lands previous to these?
Now..you know of my torn prophecy,though tis healing with every morn i spend in these spendlid palace of haven.And what of yourself?
The timidness slowly left her,her self confidence she thought she had built up before her meeting, soon flooding its way back into her being,her russet canvas gleaming with the bathing of the hot orb residing in the heavenly clouds. She beckoned him forth from the darkened veil that embraced him in the darkness,summoning him forth,her flirting causig her to feel as though a love struck filly,prancing in place,shifting her weight sullenly,awaiting his approach.She cooed quietly,quite sure she was worthy of him,but not so subtle he felt the same,only in high hopes.She stepped another pace forth,her pendulum outstretched o'er her petite physique to rid the bloodsuckers..
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Post by dyain on Nov 5, 2005 15:12:07 GMT -5
Sorrow marked the brutens visage, the tale of the wench bringing a finley woven cloak of pain upon his pelt dabbed of ashen hues. Such pain, ache grew for the broken heart of the she. Yet a sence of anger boiled benith, who would do such a thing to one of desire, one of loyalty yet entertainment. The thoughts of wonder rose benith his sheith of crainum, only wishing to ease the pain she held of such burdon. The posse the doe of intimidating wonder beckond him foward, asif the stallion was now a colt agian unable to control himself along the fillas, as he was begining to beocme once more.
Such a finley woven calling
One I shall remember at all time
Calling upon your fine blessing
In times of pain or rejoice
Perhapse you shall do the same
To the calling pinned to thy
My dear my heart breaks in two for your tail of mourn, sorrow at the least. I wish to ease the pain, loss of such. But this I know cannot be done, for the past is what makes us, what binds the one togeather. If there was no past there would be no ache, no reason for life. No good or bad.
If I could take the pain from your being
I would
If I could place it with mine
I would
A blanket of stars would be woven
The symble of love from my being
However all the stars in the sky could not match such
If I could take away your pain
I would.
Braces churned with haste, prsence drawing near to the dove of his desire. Asif she were a fragile ordamint spun of glass he dare not touch. Like a child gazing upon a marvelious statue he stood in awe, the mother reminding him of the greatness, the delacasy. He reached out to stroke the pure silk spin in alabastar but retreated, unsure of his actions wished upon. Tresses flagged the flank of he, serpintine withdrawing. He allowed a slight drape upon the high soulder of the dove, silence he stood. The two bodies acted as old friends, old friends reunited. Enamels set groom upon the name of the boa, silken locks glimmering.
To embrace is to love
To love is to cherish
To cherish is to never let go
To never let go is to embrace
My tale is oh so short. Sire of dark, dam of light...I wish to tell you more of the two. They were sworn to secrecy, my sire dare not share their unbreakable bond. When I was to surface the two dissapired, their tale dare not to be discoverd. For they both had betrayed their alliance, but betrayed for the purest love I can imagine. I was placed in the care of a god guided cluster, fond I was of them
Tones were of whisper spun of silk. He dare not speak in such loud tones, asif the doe may disinigrate into thin air, dissapire fomr his sight. If such were to happen the life of the brute would seace, dispare takign him. Auds remained alert for the does responce, waiting in her glorious presence, waiting.
My dear please dont cry
My hear breaks for the
Only wishing to ease, to clense the pain
But I have come to grips
Even the gods above cannot do such
Only stay and embrace, embracing the memorie
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Luminous
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Post by Luminous on Nov 5, 2005 15:28:20 GMT -5
She cooed quietly,his touch overwhelming with the sensation of which has been absent for amany moons,the nights spent alone,never knowing if an attacker was near,she wimpered quietly,watching the hessian as he hovered contiously around her,his touch angelic as that of the angel's wings brush,the heir to greatness was the only way to describe such a sincere bronc.A series of muffled cries emitted as she was soothed,vocals helpless in tune,whisping her bandage 'round silently..
I do wish you would tell me 'bout your previous esses..have you any at the present event?As for my own dam..she be a tramp. a bitch of the darkness..my sire..he was a great warrior,imprisoned by the endless duty of battle.though he fought for sometimes nothing.
ooc:sorry is short..im posting on three rpgs
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Post by dyain on Nov 5, 2005 15:39:22 GMT -5
A damp frown marked his visage, a dear essa he once had. Surprise dhowever, the bold dove wishing to hear of such. What he once found unworthy owrding now became of use, his tale spinning at the tip of his toung. He remained unmoving, flints tapping the loam only stubley. The remorse grew benith, would h truley sputter the tale at its full?
I once traveld with one from my clan of placement upon my desendence leave. Her name was Irridence...a sweet one she was however far to curious. Curiousity indeed does kill the cat..
He paused breifly to gaze down upon the minx of which captivaited him so, no rejection present. A quick nudge was placed upon the opposite shoulder as the dome of he lifted only slight in chance of overlook before them. Weary he was of insursions, if harm were to come to the feline all heonce held back shall not be so. Velvets opend once more, mirrors becoming dull.
A large hessian arrived one day in all its splendor, an interuption yes. She became far to interested, but I was far to young to notice such. The bruten was much older, for she and I were barely of age. He promised her loyalty as I had, I told her the choice was hers. Upon the night of her choosing word had met the opposers auds of her desision. The whispers were not to his likeing. A shrill cry interupted my deep slumber, finding her struggeling for life. Her day ended with me at her side, comforting her till the end. I lay beside her, her dome resting upon thy. A gouge lay deep inher barrel crushing the vitals. To this day revenge strikes cold benith, a curse fomr my sire. I wish to rid of it, but it lays persistant. Forgive me of the tale I have bestoed upon you...
Coos ended, the brute stepping away only slight. Dome lifted into his high posture, shame brought to his being. And no, no femms of delight rummage through my lands of rule
ooc: tis ok, mine iwllb e short soon lol
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Luminous
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Post by Luminous on Nov 5, 2005 15:51:09 GMT -5
A sincere note stopped her lullaby,a sincere sympathy veiling the look of her now pale azure crystalline chasms,enjoying the hessian's presence,though how sad his prophecy be..
Oi,i see.t'was wrong of one to bring such horrid memories to the present time of which shall be rejoiced..
She thought back to his previous sayings about the past.Her theory was similar to that of his own,the pasts of beings made them the unique beings that they brought them up to the individuals they be to the present point,their scars a constant reminder that past was of nonsurreal events..
the queenage of you speak,the offerings you have so kindly laid down..i wish to accept..
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Post by dyain on Nov 5, 2005 15:55:02 GMT -5
ooc:
eh i hate lead away posts, just post in the terra now XD
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Luminous
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Post by Luminous on Nov 5, 2005 15:58:24 GMT -5
kk [bounds off]
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