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Post by Sayuri on Nov 10, 2005 20:35:40 GMT -5
Bytch of darkness emerged from the shadowed foliage,slits narrowed as the unworthy rays beat down 'pon her.So this be the land for us cursed ones to frolic and find our true love?awwww how sweet,NOT!haha!if any dare approach the likes of i they shall surely regret their foolish mistake.for i poses the devil himself!yes it be true,no other dark is like me.oh no,and all who cross my path never go unharmed.she chuckled to herself,before coming to a halt.a thin,but muscular piston raised,then came crashing back down hard on the unworthy dirt strewn topo,she repeated this two more times.she threw her serpintine up,locks of darkness falling delicately o'er her slits of a rare crimson shade.trap covered with many layers of blood parted,fangs cacked with crimson and saliva were revealed as a blood curdling scream erupted from her chasms.
I take pitty on you worthless bruthen's who call yourself darks.You,don't know the meaning of the word.oh but i could tell you in one simple word.the meaning of dark is Me.yes i probably be tthe only true dark to thrive in these godforsaken lands.so take head to my warning for i shall not repeat it.the devil himself thrives within my soul,guiding me teaching me.i will and shall not hesitate to kill any and all who dare cross my path.so now who shall be my first prey,oh exuse me i mean courter.
last words were uttered with a cold hard laugh.she stood in the middle of the deserted loam.odd isn't when i show up and all life forms disappear?oh well i like the company of none.that is till now.strange.yes it is strange.for no desires for company have ever filled my soul let alone my lifless heart.but now.now for some odd and peculiar reason i desire a mate.aww now i relize it.my master,the devil,wishes me to bare a child so that he may reside in it's soul just as he resides in mine.what a relief i thought i was turning into one of the pathetic pieces of trash called lights.a cold hard smirk spread o'er her features.slits wandered boredly around the terrain as she waited.waited for the one who like her was a true dark. |
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Post by elende on Nov 12, 2005 20:52:01 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…
Wench your course call strikes fear in none other than ones of heavenly worship, bleached in light. Spit your dubbance now, spin they soul in the calling of Elende.
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Post by Sayuri on Nov 13, 2005 19:46:00 GMT -5
slight shiver rippled through her bodice as she felt the gaze of a fellow 'quine.but the question that lingered in her mind was of wich siding he belonged to?was he a lighted hearted piece of trash that she could easily kill off?or was he like her a dark hearted offspring of the devil?
dome turned slightly the gaze of the minx boring into the slits of a quite handsome bastard.there were no more questions of wich siding he belonged to for somehow deep within her she just knew.there was a hint of some feeling she had never felt before,surficing 'pon her normally hard emotionless features.
Harks swiveled catching the tones he released from within his chasms.she listened intently,his words lingering in her mind before she spoke.
Elende is it?my curse as you asked of me be Toxic Murder.what have you come to these lands for brute?her tones were raspsy from lack of use.slits still bore into his but her gaze had softened.smirk of danger and lust had crept 'pon her features,as her gaze bore into his searching for something...... OOC:sry so short!!im tottally museless!! |
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Post by elende on Nov 21, 2005 10:58:59 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?
Do not play dumb my pretty litle wench, you know my reason of coming. Oh yes I come here to play with the little does, no. Why is it you sputter such worthless questions? I am lord of Lemora, of the molten trio.
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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