|
|
Post by kakashi on Oct 30, 2005 14:05:19 GMT -5
The land was plain, waves of grass, long dead, or patches burnt by fire. The pudles of water, and the patches of nothing, pits in the ground. One area atracted more attention than any other, the grass stalks swayed without wind,as if soemthing different drove them into motion. at the heart of the tera lay an open patch. Four stones stood there, placed, one, covered by fire, but it didn't burn, another was surounded by water, a moat, another was covered by foliage. Green ivy grew between the cracks in the stone, and the last, was plain. But well worn, arosion of the wind. Air, the force to make things appear to age, to break down rock. On the stones was a marks, fire, wind, water and earth. Each of the four elements of the world. Each had it's own personality and demands. Each was special, better than the others. Stronger. But each could cancel the other out, fire beat earth, but water beat fire. Air also beat fire, and earth, with powerful torents of wind. But water could stop air, or it could go with it. to combine and create furious torrents of both water and wind. Fire and air also coencided. Air helped all, bringing cooling winds to hot woods. Air was the middle pathway.
The stallion of roughly 18 hands stood at the bondry of the tera. The opening, the entrance way. He stood still, his white coat was darkened by sweat. He bore not a mark upon him, scars had healed back white. He was albino, the sun tormented him, cursed him not not choosing the light. He snorted, ever difeiant of others. he was a lone figurine. His pools of brown were tense. He snorted, occuals looked over the desolate lands with pity, this was the land of elements, why wasn't there more life? A flare of red averted his gaze to the West, towards the stones.
His kisser touchedhischest as he shoved off from the ground. He snorted, ever lenghtening strides ate away at the soft ground, the acid smell of smog and smoke filled his narse. His crown tossed slighlty, his banner caught upon an easternly wind. He snorted, feel the tingle of strangness as he neared the stones. He walked by the fire, his pools gazed at it for a moment, his gate had slowed, he walked now, the four-beated gait. He snorted, and tossed his head, No, he thought, fire is not me. I am not sure if any of these are me He passed the water, feeling the purity, which made him turn away in spite, They shunned me. I shant prove myself to them. He paused at the earth stone, Earth goes both ways. good or bad, but it is life. He passed it on and aprroched the last stone. The stone of the four winds.
He stood there, for several long moments, his heart asked silently, Where do I belong? He looked at the stone, the three slashes, slighlty resembling the slash mark of a large cat. He snorted, his thoughts swirled, he wanted to remember, to be down that middle path, the East wind. He snorted and hesitantly reached out his white velveteen. His pools expanded in question. He touched the stone. |
|
|
|
Post by Sequin on Nov 2, 2005 17:29:53 GMT -5
The equine laced in nocturne stood doormat upon the entrance of the forbidden terra, the terra that’s hall make haven for his young. Nares of decay flared with an infinite supply of rage. Iron barbs dripped into view, labrums curling with a stubble grin of defiance. The scent of a young, neutral stag reached the sensitive insides of the flared nares, the putrid scent rummaging through the tiny vessels of the passage. Dial dipped into the chest region, cords flagging the hardened flank. The threads screamed and rattled only wishing to form severe lacerations upon the brutes being. Harks folded abruptly, the ebon towers now cupping the massive domeof the bastard dubbed Kemor. The ruler of all laying before him, the one whom shall take part in the deciding of elements. Thoose of which shall be his own, no halfer shall ever be pinned to such a title. Perhapse a follower of the element, oh but no leader.
Fool in utter proplexion
Your ruler has come
You have enraged him so, crossing the lands of stone
The isles of which shall be the haven of royal spawn
The loam of which you have marred
Your flesh shall become of the same
Marred and broken, torn to pieces
However, will an angel, sparred by the wrath of he, touch you?
Nares of decay flare, optics bearing no life stareing with a dull tint. His covering of ink, mind matching the hue of death, he moved foward, glare pinned upon the intruder. His presence was not fully explaniable, for he was neather dead nor living, for his presence still roamed the wreched loam. Such sinister dwellings, lifless objects roaming the eroding turf, the helpless crys of mour sounding along the boundries. If only the death of all could spread, for life held no meaning. All whom once breathed would soon arrive in this horrid relm, one of which held nothing but secrets. The arrival of his spawn shall cause such a commotion, oh yes.
Scramble away now
For he etches further
Further to your fragile barrings
Further upon your nothing soul
Scramble away now, faster
Braces chured with an untold meaning, a horrid knowence of the lurking one ahead. The king of all arisen, his nocture hide to be known along theese boundries. So what really had crossed through the simple ones mind? His chaining latched to the loam he spread wake upon, asif to coil himself around. The plummeting rise and fall was brought to a cease, the luminost figure seeming to fade into veiw.
Follish mutt of a brute
Your time has come
Dare you show disrespect
It will be your being dripping rouge
Labriums turned upwards, the mass of iron tencing with each erry cry. Low rumbles once emersed slipped through the thin winds, cords etched upon his rump almost wishing to make their leavence with the churning winds. Strands twisting and tangeling in the mesh of their very being, he waited for the mongrels pathetic responce. Nares of nothing flared once more, a gruff sound sifting through the waves of utter silence. Jawls clenched, menacing thought surring about his hatred infested mind. Fog whisped along the hocks of he, presence dripping from the dence shadow. Glare pinned to the brute, labriums coiled.
What is the meaning of your intrusion? Speak now you foolish waste!
|
|
|
|
Post by kakashi on Nov 2, 2005 22:38:47 GMT -5
ooc|
Kemor? Was it alright that I posted here? I get the feeling that the real you is very pissed at me...-grovels- I was bored, and it didn't specify! Ahhhh! -weeps-
bic|
He watched the stone, seeing if any differences could be made from what it had look like before. He slitted his pools and condemned the stone with thoughts, dissecting it carefully, the slash marks were the same. The ashen colored viking stood still. His masculine approved by his heritage, common. he had prepared for better. His thoughts turned to wards what would happen if he was found. He shivered, deciding that he didn't want to find out. He looked at the other stones.
His gaze was abruptly caught by the slight darken in the sky lights. The darkness that passed over for an instant. Weird.. He thought softly. Suddenly, he felt the presence of another. His oculars flicked back, but nothing appeared to be there. Whatever it was, it must have moved on. He relaxed slightly, thought his heart organ pumped with fervent fever. As thought sensing that the danger was just coming... a hallo voice rang out 'pon the still air, making his blood stop cold in the veins. his orbs widened past believable size. his harks drifted back and didn't hear anything more, but the voice still hung on the now still air,
What is the meaning of your intrusion? Speak now you foolish waste!
The ashen brute spun 'pon 'is hindquarters. utter shock registered 'pon 'is placid face. 'Is pools coloured of the geo widened with shock. Surprise held his bod ridged. His stiff front stilts side passed stiffly. Right on every bone in 'is being. His cold blood sent shivers down the spine of his back. He spun and looked at the leader of the Lands, all of the Lands. He hadn't met him before. His brown eyes widened. The lithosphere beneath him seemed to shake, to quiver.
His bod became weak, his body shivered like butter. His harks flat, he covered, his frightened orbs calmed and looked down at the ground. His voice quivered as it escaped his vocals, a weak, horrid imitation of a bold voice. He scolded himself for being cowardly. He was a neutral! Not some light or Dark as this stallion was! His voice grew bolder. Fright clung at the edges,
'You want to know. i came here to seek something that I felt called to me. Surely it calls to you as well?'
His canals sucked in air, dissecting it carefully, he smelt an old fire, new greenery, water, and...nothing else. He could smell himself..but that was all. This strange stallion bore no scent. His head tossed back ,his curious nature overcame his fright and shock. his serpentine thrust forth, but in curiosity,
'You have no scent how is that? I can see you, but you have no smell, what are you?' [/b] |
|
|
|
Post by kakashi on Nov 2, 2005 22:46:03 GMT -5
ooc|
gtg for now..I will reply/read whatever you have posted in the morning
|
|
|
|
Post by RiverRun on Nov 3, 2005 20:29:10 GMT -5
The tension. The anger. The flourishing fury. Drew the femme onwards into the relm of Elements. Bodice slugged un-noticed across the outskirts. Rotting extirior of the banshee shuddered as the horrid tones of the mascu arose. Another backing in fear. All too real. All the same. 'ppendai rose and fell with impatientness. Weight shifting back and forth. Back and forth. Tick Tock. Tick Tock. A ticking time bomb. Awaiting to strike. A coiled snake. Awaiting to strike. Enamels parched from their encassement. A low moan vocalised from the femme as his words spat distastfully at the lower life form. The mortal. The immortal ruler. Bow before
The king and I
Bow down now
You foolish fuck
These games you play
Are pure stupidity
Bow now before your rulers! Curvature arched to an immaculate stance. Apex drawn to her diaphragm before strutting onto the plains of power. The fields of stone. The elements of four. Labrums fluttered violently. Mouthing silent coarse tones to the mascu of great power. Great ease. Great fear. Kemor, why hasn't this foolish stag been seethed by your power? Your wrath? Your almighty fear? Crimson hued optics viewed the mascu of decaying flesh. Salmons wafted the familiar scent. The decaying, unforgettable stench. Was she the one that could only sense his presence, by his wafting stench? Arabic pan swung to meet the bronc cowering before the duo now. What is the meaning of your presence idiot? Seething words spat at the beast before the femme. Seductionaries narrowing upon his fragile figure. His cowering bod. His quivering figure. A smug grin of mischief painted upon her seemingly harmless features. Thorns met her poll as one with ease. In unity as one. Plumage remained still 'hind the skank. Foliage darkening beneath the ess. What squeezed through died immediatly beneath the deathly touch of the immortal fae. Speak
Speak now
I say speak foolish bronc
Beware the immortal powers of the hiarchy
Beware... [ignore the almight powers of muselessness!] |
|
|
|
Post by Sequin on Nov 5, 2005 10:55:15 GMT -5
Twist and twine
The bronco stood engrossed in the mongrels salutation of fear. Amused he was, the self-proclaimed dancer of the line prowling upon the fence line, a kitten he was, a feral hiss sounding at the sight of a canine foe. A horrid smirk played against the ebon mug of the king, ruler set before the bruten. He was so easily amused, yet so Easley cast into boredom. Boredom would only be replaced by bloodshed, hah but such secretion shant emerge from his tender vessels but form the one bringing the show to a halt. Cords draped across the loam he cast rule over, the tresses appearing as am ebon stained train attached to a wedding dress, yet the dress was matted and torn.
Nares flared, his wench on her way. Thorns flickerd to and fro, pendulum doing the same. Iron rocks stamped the loam with agression, shoulder now filled with the presence of his queen. Season she now lay in distracted him so, asif he were a colt onc emore prancing around the fillas at first. Dial bobbed slightly with a gruff rumble. Her words soaked into the scull of he asif a wet sponge had made contact with liquid, soaking.
Come dance in the shadow
Your days mending with mine
However yours shall end much briefer, for mine is eternal
Watch your step dear bruten, for your days wither away
Withering away to the nocture ebise
The world shant mourn your passage
For the ones whom mourn shall follow right behind
Visage twisted into a horrid smirk, a smirk of sheer defiance. As if he could watch every thought rummaging through the mongels tiny dial, he stood in silence. The frozen Hessian sputtered such unruly questions, would he decide to reply to such absurd questions? King his placement was, but to whom did this she lies with? His arrival made brief in the lands of claim that he knew, however he grows bored watching the meek ones, he cared not of their being. Perhaps he shall pay visits to the horrid relms of the dark herds, pathetic they shall become. Collapsing to their knees they shall, fear forcing the marrow lining the bones to run cold as his heart, lifeless. Trapts clenched only slight, the venomous words dangling from the poison riddled coral of he.
What calls to you is of my creation. I am Kemor, lord of all. Aaraya is the does name, the name you shall never scream. you need not one more answer, so you find an element worthy of your cause? Perhapse you shall be granted of such a title, brave you arent however.
Be oh so cleaver my sweet
For your time runs thin
Thin as the blood circulating benith your tarp
Thin as the tarp I just may marre
Choose your words wisely, for such thin tiding you shall recive
Your days with mine
|
|
|
|
Post by kakashi on Nov 5, 2005 16:12:27 GMT -5
ooc| ut oh...I think Kakashi ish in trouble now...  bic| The ashen bronc was keenly focused 'pon the vixen, 'e 'ad failed to notice that she was important to the figure as well. But she 'ad come moments after. 'E still hadn't really noticed 'er. 'Is coriosity still hold of 'Im, but ignorance would be the end of 'Im. What would 'e do? Both of the Immortals have taken notice of our ashen bronc. What will happen to poor Kakashi? Both of the Immortals are pissed at 'Im, why? Because 'e intruded, unknowingly, 'pon their children's sacred lands. 'E had touched something that should have been left alone. Kept untouched until it's true barer appeared. 'E's fearful, who wouldn't be? When the two leaders of the land take notice of you, that's not a good thing, especially when they are both darks, looking for mortal blood...The bronc looked at the vixen with startled bewilderment. His heart fluttered with fear of the Dark Lady. His harks flicked forth, her disastardly words caught in his thorns. Kashi snorted, his ashen pelt was lathered white from his fright. He knew the meant him no good. His pools of brown closed rapidly, then opened. His daggers clung to the ground that threatened to throw him. He looked from Kemor, to his doe, his mkisstress. what had he done to atttract both of the Immortal's attention?! His vocals babbled as he saught to find words to accompany his 'calm' pose, he fought for breath. He spoke, choppy and shivering, Please, Lord, Lady, I meant no offence. i mearly felt a call to these lands. I hadnt't the faintest thoguht that they were controled by you...He sounded weak! Pointless! His anger or himself burned in his pools, red with rage. He vowed not to be scared anymore, to stand against them. Besides, what was the worst they could do to him? They could take away your life...A nasty voice in his head spoke. He snorted, his paper's fluttered wide. his gaze shifted back t the stoe of wind. He wished more than ever that he was able to be the wind. He looked back at them, he listened to Kemor's cold tones and shivered. His ribbons of ivory fluttered down his neck, arched crest was held pointedly. He snorted, his kissers drawn to his chest, not entierly unwilling. He did as the crimson vixen requested him to do. To bow to his betters. He looked at them. Kemor was speaking again, something about him and his lady, then he uinderstood. his orbs brightened. He might still have a chance to harness the power of wind! His soul skipped a note and his pump nearly stopped. He bowed his head, his pools were downcasted slighlty. He wasn't that brave, but he looked up at Kemor and spoke, Does the wind not run? Isn't that why it is fast your Immortalship. Isn't the wind in the middle, neither bad nor good. It can help, and it can cause pain. Wind is the only element that seems to ring with my type. I be not pridful Your Lordship' I just be me. Kakashi. No one else. I am what I am, just as you are what you are. and your Misstress, Aaraya. |
|
|
|
Post by Sequin on Nov 5, 2005 16:25:10 GMT -5
Kunning the ashen brute was, the lord cast as Kemor could hold not one grudge. Anger had been extinguished long before, entertaiinment taken at this time. A msirk palyed his mug, flesh of the bruten becoming vibrant, life. The leap of faith the ruler walked upon, neither dead nor alive. It twas a question to linger, but only his queen coould answer. A glance was shed upon his doe before he took but one step foward.
do not fret
for harm has passed
Judgement set in follow
You have been deamed worthy
come collect the prize
Dark he was, yet reasonable. Lands he rule shall not decay benith his wrath, for what was created was made to last. An act no, but a double life perhapse. A chance of mood lay atop his being, spring decending. Life returned to the pelt of the he, such action of pure unexplain. For was it his choice of switch? Perhapse...
No not lay coiled in a ball of defence dear young. Such questoins linger with the, forget them at once. Your wording wise, wise beyond your years has brougth passage. You shall be one of wind, your title engraved with the shaft of time. Find your mate, cherish her dearly. One whom walks the line shall falter, a decision must be made. With the coos at end the ebon Hessian made a shift of brace, form sifting from life and death. Cords snapped against the flank of he, dial bobbing in greeting to his wench, his only. They shall leave at once, preformance here at end. They take their bows, accsept the cheers. Dashing from the stage galliently, the act meeting its end.
Follow my dear queen
Your presence in beckond by the
ooc: gah drained. |
|
|
|
Post by kakashi on Nov 5, 2005 18:04:40 GMT -5
Pools widened with shock. had it been that simple? Had he just been crowned one with the Wind. He looked without conprehension at Kemor. Brown pools stood out against his ashen pelt. He snorted and lifted a foreleg, and lowered is crown to the King and Quen. his song joyful. He was as he had wanted to be. One of the Winds. He listened to the lyrics of teh King, once again. He nodded.
Kemor. I shall beware that line. My Loved one shall know of my status, when I find a loved one. I thank you. both of you.
his ashen head lowered, then raised again. The wind blew acrossed his back, as if to welcome him. he snorted and smiled, proud of his new status. Proud of his calm. He looked at the rulers. He faltered. He turned, then cast a last glance over to them and galloped off. The wind at his back.
ooc|
muse ish REALLY now...He gains the power of wind now..right? Like creating breezes and such?
|
|
|
|
Post by RiverRun on Nov 7, 2005 21:01:19 GMT -5
Crimson hued optics viewed her bronc gallantly dub the meek being before the duo one of the mighty elements. But how could this intruder become one? One of us? Them. Ahh! A scream of wretched horror rang in her mind. Anger florished to an almighty high. This could not do. Oh no. Oh no. Yet she dare not anger her partner. But why would he be crowned as an element? Why oh why? Some questions are better left un-answered. Something bothered Kemor. Plumage arose above her flanks. Strange aromas of the she filtered the atmosphere in a gentle tease. Teasing the two brujo's that stood 'round the minx. Whipcord whisking o'er her irridescent cloakings like nothing had changed. Nothing be of difference. But something had been bothering her ruler. Her king. Labrums held ajar as an eerie tune alofted from her vocals. Kemor, I wish not to stay here. Time goes on. Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock. I stand here, not getting any younger as it seems.Barbs revealed from beneath parted labrums. Snapping at the stag that stood at her side. Pushing him towards their homelands. The valley of the royals. Much business needed to plan out. Appendai fell to the sod stiffly as her rotten corpse surged forth. Cochlea remained flattened atop her poll. Tassles lay still, aside from her raise plume. Apex whisked the atmosphere before her. A curt nod given to the bronc now dubbed of one of the future elements. Did she want it this way, hell no...A dance began by the femme. Could the bronc keep up to her mind games. The whisper of the winds blew against the banshee. Tassles becoming one with the breeze. Toppling carelessly aside her serpentine. Curvature took with immaculate ease, a stance of darkness divine. Arabic mug tucked flawlessly to her diaphragm. Cage swayed as her weight shifted forth. Striding alongside the king. Her king. No one would ever take that away from her. A sence of change was hanging in the air. Could it be another had their eye on her beloved? This could not last. A glint of mischief and defiance glinted within her occuli. This banshee would not last. Could not last. When she would be found, she would be slaughtered before a word be spoken. The demoness would not stand for such fucked up games in her lands. Oh no. My beast,
We go home
Where I shall drive you mad
Toy you like a colt
You prance like a newborn
Flighty as ever
Only till your pleasures fullfilled
Mine aswell
Come, we shall discuss it
Discuss it we shall
Until you be so intwined in my web of mischief and darkness
Will you truely be satisfied
Come my bastard
Come
We go |
|
aaa11
Regular Member
Posts: 241
|
Post by aaa11 on Aug 14, 2008 22:21:29 GMT -5
|
|
