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Post by relinquish on Oct 16, 2005 16:16:24 GMT -5
So, this is where my journey takes me? she thought, to this kingdom of....well, what is this a kingdom of exactly? she pondered, sure she would find out soon enough.
waiting was the game she played.
her skull drooped to the emerald stalk. she clamped her ivories around them, then ripped the roots clean out of the sod. as she chewed, her crimson slits glared out, watching, waiting, listening. her thorns twitching now and then, her whipcord sliced the air impatiently.
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Post by relinquish on Oct 31, 2005 16:46:39 GMT -5
goose chase? may be, she could not tell, she snorted roughly, her paper thins flaring wildly, a choros escaped from her vocals,
"I am dubbed Relinquish, curse perhaps, but i wouldnt be positivie."
she remarked casually, dome-shaped apex held aloft.
whipcord flashing about her flanks, her fathomless pits casually surveyed the beast brought before her. her twin thorns plastered back. her foreslick dug great heaps of ashen sod, uprooted it without guilt.
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Post by elende on Nov 5, 2005 11:53:31 GMT -5
The moon glared down upon the equine of the valley. Peaking shadily from behind long dark clouds, her stare was harsh and hostile tonight. The stars were hidden, perhaps scared off by the moons seemingly fowl mood or perhaps veiled by the haunting clouds. The wind was loud and hissed violently, biting at the hides of the valley dwellers, mocking their discomfort. The wind also conducted a beautiful dance, done by the tall grasses of the meadow and the tall ancient arboretums of the old growth forests. Many of the leaves had already fallen from the tall branches, but the ones who hadn’t flew wildly on the currents, dancing a dance all their own, to a completely new song that only they heard, though it complimented the performance of the swaying grasses below.
The brush and trees seemed to bow as he passed. His muscles worked hard, flexing and bulging, pushing and pulling helping him to press forward. His breath came slowly and with a steady cadence, but it was hard and forced as his chest rose and sank in a rhythm all his own. A scowl rode his handsome features, his brow was furrowed and his eyes narrowed. It seemed that perhaps he had no ears as they lay so closely against his skull they almost melted against it. His tail was pinned tightly against his body, though the long flowing parts did exactly that, flew behind him as he moved with an angry speed through the thick forest. His daggers hit the earth with hate and they left deep prints in the soft earth. Though they didn’t look much like horses prints as he moved in a way that they were smeared and it really just looked like a stampede had just gone thru there. His silken hide of ebony was damp with sweat, and his legs were painted softly with mud.
The wind seemed to pick up more and more until its howl was too loud to speak over, it seemed to feed off of his mood, as did the moon. Its scream filled the valley and it continued to grow louder and harder until he burst from the trees when it stopped all together.
Its odd how evil works. How one evil thing can feed another without having any real power over it at all. He came to an abrupt halt just outside the ancient wood. The tall grass of the meadow grazed his muscular shoulder and his ears shot forward. Here is where he had entered the valley, in a happier day. The day he fell in love and was ripped from it all at once. He despised this place and swore he would never return. He turned his massive cranium quickly over his right shoulder, muscles again flexing and springing up all about his ripped body. His vicious gaze landed upon a beautiful vixen. His breath stopped momentarily and without thought he moved towards her. His head was high as he floated through the meadow in her direction. The fact that another stallion was already there was completely irrelevant at this time.
His eyes moved over her elegant body. She was leggy, tall for her breed but held the delicate frame of an Arabian. But she wasn’t weak as he thought they all were, her body was built for endurance and fighting perhaps. Her hide was the deepest of bays, and the strong smell of death rode on her breath. He was mesmerized. He walked slowly, taking time to observe her on his way to her side. Once he reached her he stopped, his gaze steadily held hers and no words were spoken. A slight smirk rest upon his wildly handsome features, danger and lust rest there as well. He never once glanced at the second stallion, but kept him in sight incase he was crazy, or felt the need to protect this mare as his already.
His mood had changed quickly and so had the atmosphere. The wind had settled, seemingly relaxed and at ease that this dark lord had found a moment of contentment. The moon’s stare looked a bit softer but still on edge, and a gentle breeze blew by as if the earth sighed with relief. He still said nothing, in awe of her beauty and the obvious craving for death that she had. It silenced him when normally he would have said something crude and taken her as his so quickly that she had no choice. She was different. She would be his queen if things went right. That same dangerous smirk hung upon his face still, and his eyes moved over her body always resting on her eyes, searching her soul or lack there of…
"lo wench"
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Post by relinquish on Nov 6, 2005 22:34:31 GMT -5
crimson occuli swam aross the expanse of the terrain. yes, there were two demons here, she had not expected this. one of ashen and one of flaxen. her skull was poised low, thorns plastered back.
" 'lo"
she hissed, carbon exited vermillion thins as her visage steadily bore into the hellion.
whipcord flicked to and fro aroun her flanks angrily. she thought to herself angrily,
'if this be a trick, a fool he is.'
cranium held aloft, she waited expectantly.
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Post by elende on Nov 7, 2005 20:47:18 GMT -5
Nares flare, annoyance striking his bod. Foolish nymph it be, dare to toy with the arrival of one surpassing in sheer strength. His attention shiftes, for the bastard chooses not to remain with only one doe. Incubators, meek worthless. An argument they were, pity. Luckely atraction, lust they could entertwine one with. This particular one seemed not to skilled at such, holding a wrather unbeckoming post.
Bitch do not waste my time. Spit your dubbance now or leave with the collector.
A horrid glare was passed to the one holding many. Wise yet a mockery, incubators falling at his feet. Asif his ladns were a play pen of some type, yet he choose to leave them for one more. His patience has grown thin, he would not wait forever. Irons churned, bod lurching foward to the wench. Labriums pealed backwards, thorns cupping the dome of he.
I be Elende, do not forget
You shall be mine
For a fool you have not yet shown
Do you wish to be a puppet, a toy?
Then leave with the bastard of ebon
Fool you truley are
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Post by elende on Nov 7, 2005 20:47:38 GMT -5
ooc:
no muse. merf
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Post by relinquish on Nov 8, 2005 15:26:19 GMT -5
"I be cursed Relinquish"
she sighed heavily, a gust of carbon escaping her jugular. if the hellion intended her to be obediant, he could leave for all she cared. thorns flickered forward slightly, as she stood, unmoving. silhoutte shifted slightly , balancing the weight to all fours. skull jreked violantly back and forth, causing her dreds to sweep across her crimson stained visage. [writers block..i hope thats long enough O.o]
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Post by elende on Nov 21, 2005 11:04:47 GMT -5
Do not search me as if I am a fellon
Or wait...such title fits thy
Search me as you please
Read me like a book
For I cant argue
I am indeed doign the same
Harks laced, nares set a flare. Questions, a thought a pathetic wench cannot manage to pass up. To questoin my being, to question my plans. Shall we skip to the part of which I beat you sences through a splurg of horrid rage. Would you question me then? As if I were a fellon, a fellon commiting murder. To be questioned by a jury, to be sentenced away. Locked inside a chamber of iron, steal. But a grimm smirk shall be plasterd upon thy features, surrounded by the heffars of night not light. To be surrounded by utter chaos, scents of plenty holding a twinge of rot and sweat. In my haven of iron barbs...A ribbon of iron barbs.
You lock me in a jail cell
Your search my eyes for truth
My auds remain laced
For I refuse to take in your cooes
Stubborn I am
What are you searching for
I feel your glare passing
I feel your heart skipping
Thumping
Perhapse Your like me to fix the thump?
Reliquish, follow now. Time goes to waste in theese dwellings. Unless you belive one shall come for you, follow now.
He saw the glare bore into his visionars, dial lifted slightly. The glare was not broken, unwavering. A dribble of crimson met the hues of his optics, the angry flare of embers it was.
Follow now my wench...
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