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Post by shanie on Sept 25, 2005 16:12:58 GMT -5
Daggers pounded the lome as deep boreum struck...none had been called apon...none wish to end.....
A shrill or death to all....Agravaited he was and this was just the begginging!
Mursiful shrills from his stare at Ebon specks and rabbits....
No mercy he had....show a rule broken and a crime commited and the end will come slowly and painfully!
Wish to end..and death will be a simple cry in your sleep.Nothing harmfull there...and dare to insult the Lord and forever will your spirit be lonley watching the end of time over and over...slow painfull deaths.
Did any wish to cross here and expect to not die..whomever cought here no matter wishing or not would die....No mercey!
Auds perked as the wind russtled the trees...time it was!
Hellon of death..bringer of me, summon my demon bring him to me!
Slowly the devil arose..a scournfull play apon his face.
Not impressed he was....
Such a shame...a waste indeed no equine death have been brought to me!
He stormed....
I know my demond....what shall I do?
Devils eyes turned Hollow....
You must find a way to kill!
Orbs of death Curved up with hell hued smirk apon rotten maw....
yes My demond!
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Post by fury on Sept 26, 2005 19:25:41 GMT -5
Fae of sooted hue trampled in,banner flying behind her as the queen of death came forth,damp air weaving through her locks as she saw her king,racing faster.
Skidding to a halt,daggers overturned the sod to her flints,covering them like cement on a bare walkway.Daggers pounded the lythosphere with surprising force as she circled her stag,banner flicking his sides harshly.She waited for him to speak.This was a waste of time.Life was.You would be bored.There wa s no point.It was like a vacation,long planned,though boring.You go from one point to the other.It was like a flame on a candle,it would light,but the wind would blow it out soon enough.
She sneered at her stag evilly.Yes,this was her,impateint as so.She stomped a single dagger in annoyance,he had not spoken.She snorted,parting velvets to speak.
Have we made a kill yet,m'lord?
Vocals slithered out of her maw,demanding and with force,banner swishing as she waited for Constein's reply.She had stopped walking and she was facing him,peircing stare erupting as her cold,pitiless ooids bore into his,unafriad and strong.
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Post by shanie on Sept 26, 2005 19:34:52 GMT -5
Ebon banner swayed as his Demond dissapeared with the sight of the on coming demoness.
His auds layed back but as bodice turned he was his mate.They pricked as she got closer.Orbs staring.
A rush of anger as no new life fourms wished of death.Cursed they all be!
For a moment death hued orbs turned fire red with the devil's patter of three sixes were created.
Dissapointment struck bu he bounced up.
No my Demoness...we have not...we shall find a way though...weather it be we must force it apon one...inflict a sudden pain into their soul.
a weak rabbit bounced along...feeling fury one more the worl turned silent.His orbs turned hollow....suddenly the rabbit dropped crouching...gasping for air....his orbs...soul and heart being pulled from his small bodice....then a shrill escaped as it took off into the lome of lost souls.
devil hued smirk parted his maw as it then dropped with the thought of no equine deaths stained his generator.Another one gone...that of a waste!
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Post by fury on Sept 26, 2005 19:35:18 GMT -5
I g2g...Sorry!  School tomorrow and I have to go early.Choir.See ya! |
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Post by fury on Sept 27, 2005 17:58:12 GMT -5
Snort was heard she got her answer.Goo slimed out of it,peltry glowing with anger as it rose like a volcano awaiting to erupt.
When he finished speaking,she felt like going to the claiming grounds and finding a weak mare,weak enough to kill easily or to force pon these cursed lands,and kill with her own fores,to feel the blood ooze throughout her hoof,to watch her suffer in everlasting pitiless.
I will find a prey.
Vocals slipped away away from her,libias curved,making a disgusted face pon the ones who wished not death.She snorted again,hide glowering brighter now,the deadly cobra in her arching high,hood flared in a deadly stance,wishing death...Nothing would stop her,no one whatsoever.The cobra hissed,fangs starting to appear at it's cave of a mouth.It hissed again,louder,clearer.
Dial held high,she waited for her king to speak.
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Post by shanie on Sept 27, 2005 19:45:03 GMT -5
His daggers thudded the lome as once again he shifted wait and bucked smally in bordum.....how unfair theese rules of the lands were..they must wait,..but since by his trusting lord.....he did not mind them...he would stand by them!
His death hued orbs shot around his lome as more filthy light creatured poured in...second by second falling to the ground..and then silence....only a lonesum shrill or pain and death.
Auds pricked as his Demenoess spoke.Her tones seemed agravated and bord.Unleash the cobra...kill it..but none others...we must obay our lords whishes!
Ofcourse if he were to inforce rules he would have ot different....none of this wait to be summoned to kill..or wait for punishment.Where he cam from...there was no wating...no time wasting..just go for the kill and kill it!
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Post by fury on Sept 27, 2005 19:56:26 GMT -5
Demonessa of death snorted in agitation,but did as she was told,swiping the sod with held in anger.Orbs turned hollow at a second rabbit,it's breathing turning shallow as her orbits looked at it with unhappiness,smugness.But she wasn't faking it.There was nothing to do,no one to kill.She noticed the rabbit was dead already and she took another swipe at the rocky ledge they were pon.
Banner swished angrily.
Nothing,not a single eqine had emerged since their coming.Snorting again,she spat at the ground,and held in a large bubble of anger.She sighed,trembling in her wake,optics still searching for any other signs of life,sinners...For death itself to emerge from a reveerie...
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Post by shanie on Sept 28, 2005 18:20:48 GMT -5
It seemed as if he were racing the world....but not to others.Life was short...it would end.It seemed you would always be racing the clock to the end.....
Few patterned thudds by ebon daggers as they sliced the ground like a million knives pearcing the heart and soul.
A shrill..and another..none had lost the race of time and if he should..he would stop any by doing anything at all...tripping them..shoving them..just so they lost..one would have to bite to bone soon.
We shall wait longer...till the 4th of november....then that it our killing spree...none shall stop us!
He emmited through parted libals as he shook dial violently.His maw reached for an emrald blade as he turned it black and lifless....it had lost the race of time.
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Post by Sashe on Nov 4, 2005 10:31:36 GMT -5
ooc:
dunna dun dun today is the 4th.
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Post by shanie on Nov 5, 2005 11:05:05 GMT -5
Nice pics...I really like the 2nd one  Ur right...dun dun dun dun.....horses must die...lol |
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Post by Grace on Nov 5, 2005 19:14:34 GMT -5
Nice pics...I really like the 2nd one You like mines! *pokes happily then starts humming scary music* I had to read what the 'killers' are like. I trying out for the Fire Element. *ebil laughter* |
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Post by shanie on Nov 6, 2005 15:49:51 GMT -5
OOO sounds cool! ;D
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Post by aaa11 on Aug 14, 2008 22:21:51 GMT -5
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School tomorrow and I have to go early.Choir.See ya!
