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Post by shanie on Nov 5, 2005 16:59:58 GMT -5
Cobalt Flints punished the sod flora neath the Hessian.Cranium shifted to the right as it allowed auds to prick in that direction...he was here for a purpose....not to pleasing for one bitch....and maybe for another.Saunter 3 beats turned to a vast bounding gallop across the Terra called Desque.Extremities pumped in with the beat of his heart.Sliced Tressed messed with his nape as one flew to front.Annoyed with the feeling the great Hessian tossed Cranium viciously.Slowing pace Eben extremities stood square 'neath his mass.Cold optics searched the Hell for a Bitch Cursed Calua....
Cranium shook in the way of a dead oak.Shrills escaped parted labials in sharp barritones.He need have time to wait around for this bitch...if she dare not come fourth.....he should bring her....and him doing that...was not what this wench wanted....
Sources had spoke to him about her....this was an unusual case...he did not regularly come fourth to summon one....he usually got them brought to him...
but this was again, a different case....
It had been said that this wench had been acting up....and that many had been annoyed....'twas low on killing so he couldn't ressist....
Sharp barritons emmited cold tones...
I summon Calua...come fourth bitch!
Cranium shook...optics read the lome like an easy read book...where was his Demoness?Yanea would wish to see this....it had been a while and both had craved a new one to.."play with" as his source had put it....still it's name shall remain unknown....
Extremities pranced as daggers punished the lome harshly.The great Hessian tossed tresses and barred enamels....no more waiting.....HE HATED TO WAIT!
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Post by calua on Nov 6, 2005 14:17:22 GMT -5
The femm entered without any care in the world, glare seering through the "Bringer of Death." Honestly he seemed to posess more fear than she. Pedistal trod across the sodden topo without care, as she glanced at him, atrix set to a regal poise. Any who dare hurt her would be helping her, for there was nothing more she desired than to end this life, and begin anew.
Harsh tones rang out upon the lands as she did many before, a placid glaze over her piercing pools of entity. Nothing phased her, just a mere obsticle in her pathetic life. She had held no spawn, posessed no responcibility, and wanted none of which. She carried out the meaningless speach as she had rehearsed in her black hole of a mind.
What? Does it bring pleasure to you to torture someone of less power, or of the lesser gender? I bet you feel awful proud, huh? Go ahead, have fun, I'm nothing but an empty shell with a tattered outside.
Her words held nothing but truth, and honestly she meant it. Her words were short but held much velocity, the intensity gathering, tensing, and releasing more of it's era. She did nothing but add to it, she lived for drama...
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Post by shanie on Nov 6, 2005 15:08:06 GMT -5
Cranium shook in disappointment.His sources were right,she needed a tune up.But what was this,she wanted to end life.Reading her Brain-pan made him angry with the thoughts she held.No such Bitch would talk to him like that.Optics scanned her,she seemed worthless.How dare someone treat the bringer of death in such away,oh well,they all had there own sides of pain and punishment.
Flints acted upon the flora to make it deceased.What to do with such a wench who dare speak like this of him or any other higher status equine?Brain-pan hesitated but only for the moment.
Sharp barritones released,
Now wench,you speak so harsh,to one I know you hold a fear of deep.Remember Bitch,I know what you think.
Demonic smirk overpowered maw as he shrilled and a ring of fire encircled them.As Flints pushed forward optics turned hollow,then filled with the mark of the devil,three sixes.As he neared her he reared viciously,it seemed that since she already wanted to end life,he would do it kindly,but not that kindly,for she had been treating others worse than she treated her rugged mass.
As the wind became silent and the world became hollow all heard was a shrill.He watched closely as her optics began to be pulled from her cranium.Her soul drank from her mass,her flints cut off of her extremities.Endless pain surrounded her,shrills of other souls filled her auds.Her mass lay helpless on the lome.He stopped as her soul flooded her once more.
Now bitch,are you sure you want to experience more pain?Or will this be a lesson to you.Next time,it might me death.But alas you want me to end your missouri.Tell me if you still wish to now!And if so,I can so it nicely or harshly,SPEAK NOW!
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Post by calua on Nov 6, 2005 15:34:59 GMT -5
She glanced at him, optics still placid. She craved the pain and refused to cave. Plush clamped shut, she wished to know what she did, for nothing but dark nature was expelled from her being. She asked, deep inhalations following each word, her willpower small, and muse gone.
Before you finish me, I wish to know what it was that I have done, and whom sent in the alarm that I have done dastardly deeds. If possible, list what I have done, bastard, before I end you...
She was asking for more pain, though it was what she intended to do. Another flaw, yet something she craved. Constantly running into pricker bushes, or creating fights... just to feel the pain, to fall, and add to the collections of tattos on her cloaking.
Starting anew would be a better alternative, the easy path, but there was no such thing for her. Easy was overrated, and death as well. Fear...fear? We fear nothing but fear. As guilt spills itself in caution of being spilled. Those her last brain waves sent to him before shutting down her thoughts, and placing a blank stare, not at him, but past him, annoyance attempted.
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Post by Sashe on Nov 6, 2005 15:58:07 GMT -5
He is behind you
watch your step
your time may be at its end
but today is not the day
tommorow mabey
your ruler has come
A hushed rumble enterd the lands of which her roamed, braces dipped in iron churning rythmaticly. The scent of decay marred his loam once more, the death intertwined with teh scent of a bitch he had paid dearly for. Today was not the day of her taking, the time would be much later. Dare one protest at that? His words eery, he woulc get his way. The bastard exited the shadowed vessel, stepping into clear veiw. Labriums curled, matted cords waging war amungst themselfs.
What is it you want here. A bitch you may not have. I have not summond you. Have you not read the ruleing of such take? They must enter your relms fool!
He snapped with sheer hate twards the foolish bastard. A not so wise chioce made of the overtakers part. Form shifted to the pathway of Calua, nimble bytch she was. Hardend glare held no worrie, no doubt at this. The vexed keeping of death had no words to sputter, for he was caught in his own mistake. For if this was to take place, all hell would be to pay. Perhapse a new death rising?
Sweat licked tarp rippeld with disgust as the wake progected by the ruler of theese parts in turn made his way to the foolish one. The untamed words he spat meaning nothing. One whom could not handel such a job, inferior to it. Why must her come here, darks do not fret of such. Travel to the meek, scare them silly. Take pride in your doing, do not waste it. Are you lisening? The brute haulted before the fool, glare unwavering. Perahpse a dual shall be placed, both mortal at the time. Victor take all as the scripturs say.
run along now my pretty
your mistake noted
make your move to a fucking land of light
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Post by calua on Nov 6, 2005 16:06:41 GMT -5
She turned to the lord whom treated her like dirt. She wished to exit his lands, yet he came for her. P'haps he was more worthy than she though, though a flaw of his emerged. Overclaimence.
Harsh vocals tore from her half lifeless being as she arose, placid glance set to him, turning to Constein with a harsh clacking of her enamels, then back to Sashe, a question at hand.
Why is it you came? Eclipse must have sent word that I wanted leavence, but p'haps you deserve another chance, though you have barely spoken a single riddle towards my being.
She trembled in fury, realising sashe was all too right. Constein had been at fault and she demanded her strength be returned so she could beat his bloated atrix into the topo.
{Short, museless}
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Post by calua on Nov 6, 2005 16:14:56 GMT -5
wtf, I didn't want to die
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Post by dersk on Nov 6, 2005 16:17:58 GMT -5
Ruler of justice was not exactly his taste, but was his asigned doing. Pedistols lashed the lands in his spit fire hell as he enclosed apoun the lands of Desque. Occuli of crimsonite clashed about the realms as he saw the bytch's stag fending her rights. this showed much, but the wench seemed to dislike this bronc aswell. Knowing well that he had many a' vix, he knew she felt outcasted for being the new comer, and not ranking.
Fire glistend behind his liquids which drained the souls of all. A shrill death tone cascaded the walls of the lands in his furry to hault all doings here and now. This battle was uncalled for, and Constintine was indeed out of his laws to follow in his own. though immortal, he hense cant disobey his set in stone boundries. Pistons carried him full blaze until he was close enoguh. then, his flints dug the earthen tiles to a stop which left long trailings behind him. Salmons flared as he reached out towards his peak homelands in unhappyness. Visage tossed in disapproval. This time, the brute had gone to far.
Constintine, You have disobeyed orders by the mister and misuess. return home NOW! if you wish this femma, you must sommon her to your reliques! no buts. I Am here to burn the rulings deeply into the stones, so i sujest you head back to the realms of which you dwell, or the queen and king shall learn of the breakings you have utterly beseached. GO!
His words were clipped and strictly inforced. He looked then again back to the hussy that had been wrongly attacked by harsh words. Though a score, he could tell she was slightly confused by the immortal's actions, as was he. Never before had he seen such disobey. he then strung again to send out his dark toon to the vix.
When summond to the lair of he, bytch. You are to go, is that clear, no? If not, i challenge you to speak your words. Or you will show you understand. Turning to the gladiator astide her, he spoke agin towards his harks. you musculne, are well mannored to fend for her. However, it is not in your duties to interfere, for constintine has the powers to terminate you as well. He may terminate any of your likes for that matter. So i warn you, dont follow any wench if they are summond, no matter the cost, clear?
With that. He stood solid, awaiting them to follow orders, or dare to protest he. lappets lay plastered to his skull as he snorted defiantly. his words were both directions and warnings. For if Constintine left the realms agan in serch of his prey, the lord may find out somehow, possibley by own since. He dosent turn in, unless they disobey on many accounts.but, dark he was, and cared not if any felt pain or suffer, for that is what pleased him so. pedistols sank into the loam as he stood still. They best do as told.
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Post by calua on Nov 6, 2005 16:36:50 GMT -5
skrew it, I quit
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