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Post by Grace on Oct 27, 2005 17:07:25 GMT -5
The heat grew thicker than before as she entered 'pon the land. But, being desert bred, it was not too umcomfortable for her. The lush vegitation seemed to sprout up where ever it could and it was a pleasent place to look upon. That is, if you were a Dark.
Optics gleamed in the shadows, raven minx only slightly behind her new lord. Pelt had long dried of sweat and only the rough, bloody hues marred her taunt canvas. Twin zeneiths left her poll after a time, catching the sound waves of the terra. They quickly resumed their laid back position.
Nares of midnight flared, taking in the scent. Not many others had traspassed here. Unwavering pools glanced to the stag, who had been silent for nearly the whole trip.
"What hellish wench serves you as Queen?" she hissed, trying to make it seem as if the answer did not concern her. But Unwilling Grace was not one to get along with other doves. It was very rare that she ever had in her lifetime.
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Eclipse
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Post by Eclipse on Oct 27, 2005 18:42:47 GMT -5
Minx Raven of alabastering skewing greeted the Lord of thee. Glare then desended harshly ore' the Blackend bytch. Short little luster aint she? She hissed in cold thoughts. The tall graceful majesty glanced again to the king of thee. Dark as she, great pair they made indeed. However, this Hussy would soon be sure to put locked 'poun her brutal position below the banche in powers.
Braces Clenched as she grasped the air, visage tossing in a warning for no movment of unnessasary Need. Occuli of crimson fled throughout her hellpath of lands. If this bruja so dare try to fight her, she shalt make a mistake none shalt forget. She was harsh and strict, and pnly slightly caring towards her boss. For her choices to not were slim and none.
twin lappets plasterd to the cranial plaque that began her lock tred. Pedistols desended deeply into the typography. Tradmark running deeply and showing much power within. Occuli held no story, for their seemed to be a blockage. no story leaked, for none was held. Salmons transpared as they flared catching the lightful aroma of the lesser. Shrill Squeel aroused the silence. Escapign her mug in pure warnings for her to stay in place. Flints Lashed the air before the other's brainpan.
Landing with a muffled clamber, cranial tossed once more, then she felt her point had gotten through. She was dominant here, for now. Her laserations about her bpdce proved her warrior materialing. Harks set back in neutral position and laced their. Globes glew an infuriated red hue as she glared apoun the nymph. Her vocals plunged before able to hold and her hissings were much colder than that of madussa's stoney gaze.
Banche. You now live under the rulings of Your lord and I. Dare thee try to posses that of my Crownings? You shall meet a deadly end. I mean my words bytch, and dont think otherwise. I show no mersy, no feelings. I have nothing inside, nor should any true score queen as my standards. my Standards are strict and set high. I mean my words, and heed grately for thy to follow.
She ended her words in crisp, clipped vocal string. She graze ore' a few emerald lasheries before glinting between the other two. She snorted and took astride to her Lord on the other side. She Looked back in warning to the banche, then ahead to the trail back to the inerds of the lairings. She walked the perimiter awaiting her king, and a new collection model to be in towe. She loved to greet the bytches with a Strict warning. before they got hot headed before meeting her. She enjoyed to scare them, catch them off gaurd while thinking of what to say to her before they met her. howeverm she met them.
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Post by Sashe on Oct 27, 2005 19:18:56 GMT -5
ooc: hey ur back, i thought u went poof.
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Post by Grace on Oct 27, 2005 19:27:12 GMT -5
Auds remained pulled back to her skull as a new vixen came forth. Well, apparently, she wasn't new. She was Queen.
Labia parted, a small gleam of her orals seen. Why, the fae was white as snow. Pale in contrast to her lord Sashe. The blood must show up in a lovely colour on her hide...
Raven pitched minx surveyed this banshee with a bored look in her orbs, unmoving as a statue. Even when the vix dared aim her talons so close to her attic. Pools, cold and hard as stone its self narrowed 'pon the fae. Her thoughts hotter than lava.
Daggers settled lightly 'pon the dreaded loam. Keeping her emotions inside for the time being. That alabaster wench better watch her back.
{No muse!}
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Post by Sashe on Oct 27, 2005 19:43:53 GMT -5
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. The meeting of the doe's, such entertainment bestoed upon his being. His bytch set in chainence to queen had arrived, however late she was. Late to the relms, late to the event. Optics turned form the new arrival and two the belated. He let his harks lift slightly as her labrums parted, words sliding threw. A simple coarse rasp of dominance, no explination for her wonderings. He gave a slight shake of his empire, shanks lifted from the ground as he changed his stance slightly, he could still see the two, but now his queen was in his current path. He let his dial give two slight swings, as if shaking his head, in dissapointment. He paced forwards once more sliding dirrectly past the ess slowing his gate and rasing his plate barley, laburms curling back twords her harks. He let icey lyrics slid threw, chilling to the very bone morrow.
"Your late"
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 last ones arrival. 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.
Form resigned beside his leads, he shant speak more of the incodent. Dare she speak out against him, the one whom has been graced with such a position beliving she truley thought her absence worthy? Such words would not be ignolaged, her title in jeporady of sure stripping. Dial swivelled to Grace, hah the wench had held her tounge.
"I find you two are now aquainted. You both are two out of three whom shall reside here, I expect not one meek complaint. If you dare wish to speak out of turn i will snatch away that wothless muscel fmor your very trapt without hesitation. Silence I shall enjoy, as you will also."
Sarcasm rung clearly from his tones, fo rhe knew such wernt needed. The two wenches had learned of his state of dominance early on, such clearver ones they were. Ones worth his time, worth his slim patience.
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Post by Grace on Oct 28, 2005 17:14:22 GMT -5
Inside, she wickedly rejoiced at hearing Sashe's first words to his Queen. Uh oh, in trouble now are we... What fun! She would have snickered, but silence claimed her entire bod. Short as she was, it did not mean that she was childish. No, no, far from it. And her tember... it could be distributed among many if you tried. Not like she'd ever let you.
We'll see about that... her head hissed, an icy glare sent towards the other banshee. She was still not over the words that had been rudely spat out at her. Shaking out her dark tresses, forelock hid away most of her visage from sight. She kept in the shadows, almost becoming out with them, heart beat strong within her. But the dull thundering could not be heard from deep within her chest. Banner snapped idly, orbs glazing over to become emotionless.
So, he had mentioned another? She would certainly receive a chilled welcome from herself and the Queen. She didn't care. Life was so useless to her. A terrible bore. Where were the Lights? She needed to sink her teeth into one at the very moment. She needed to savor the feeling of the fight...
These feelings made her run wild inwardly. It was bottled away inside her. When would they explode?
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Eclipse
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Post by Eclipse on Oct 28, 2005 20:56:25 GMT -5
Visage glided as The Dark one Spat within her laced zineth. Slowly, they plasterd harshly to her atica she no longer could draw them nearer. Braces churned as he spoke mere words to her. I have been tradey? ha! he just up and ran suddenly without further word. Besides, I had come, he had been the one to leave for long lengths. She grusumed within. Swirling membrane clenched many'a thought, but none were sinked ito her cruel ice of fury.
Occuli of crimsonite betrayed the coral and clenched the air as her king spoke thunderously to them both. Aquainted they were, and another was to come eh? Two foes more than before. What pleasure it was to take them in to the raged words of thee. Pedistol laserated the typography underway in immpatcience. She always thought this bronc made haste, not idled. But, perhaps it was a mere act? for she had evidence of his leaving for long periods. She hadent spoken or come into veiw until he had returned with this worthless minx.
Tressles cascaded her dominant canvas as she immpatciently awaited her king to move them inland. Occuli narrowed, furrowing into her cranial. Hockkisser lashed the blood constractants from the body she bestowed. her heart beat barely to make her mortal. She could tell this sole was mortaly formed, and had emotion, for her liquids transpared them until she relized they had, then once more consealed their glow. She would surely be one to get emotion amoungest her and the new arrival to be.
Barks amounst the foliage showed eluminant dicings. Having been alone for a time, she had marked a path of the perimeter. All Canopies had laserating hues about their frames. None had dare step flint apoun her domain, for they new it was that of the lord. But was his attitude merely a setup to draw in well armerd bytches? And as soon as full, he would act his way until he had not anylonger. They shall soon see. Snorting from nares of decay of darkness, she showed slighty agitated with the holding. If not moving soon, se would get worse by each moment in wake of word. Flint connected to the loam once more, hoping they could continue.
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Post by Sashe on Oct 29, 2005 11:28:29 GMT -5
ooc: postin ina sec.
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Post by calua on Oct 30, 2005 18:42:34 GMT -5
Nothing but thuds came about her as she entered, a sloppy gait. Truly, she didn't reallywant to be in a band, but felt obligated.
Seeing the queen was banished, she moaned, knowing there would be someone new to the crown. With a small thud, she landed after a buck, daring anyone to near her.
As she was in thought, and nobody went near her and disturbed her precious thinking time. All but some, atleast. Mayhap this stag would proove somewhat worthy, for, heck, there had to be atlease one good person in a jezz's life, correct?
As her streaming, yet messy banner was tossed wildly in the breeze, she snorted, honers alert. Some how there was a newly found spark, all because of a new life. She had experienced it before, and knew it would only last for so long.
She pronounced her speech carefully, making sure any around would hear loudly and crisply.
Yes, I have joined a band, good for me. But what I must know is what is of the queen, and who is to be next in crown. I will gladly fight for the position, but I need details.
She hade a stony glare at the woods, she felt something was going to come from the woods, and was going to know about it.
She started moving towards it, the wind blowing away, so it was masked. It could be anything from a grizzly bear to her overlord, Sashe. Only time and patience would tell, though hers were limited.
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Post by Sashe on Oct 31, 2005 13:07:28 GMT -5
Seering glance shifted from the two wenches, nares engulfed in the scent of another whom had just arrived. A foolish one, one whom he lingerd long to capture. The next peircing words of the wench caused the enamels concealed by labriums to grind with annoyance, dare this wench pursue what is taken? Braces shifted with ease, the high strung wench in clear veiw. Visage twisted into a sneer of disproval, cords snapping at the hind appends of the brute. Wake began to spread slowly, the path chosen interfeiring with whom caught his attention. Trapts clenched in rage, poisinous verbs dangeling from the coral muscel, the tones wishing to leap out and strangel the very bitch they were to be directed to. No one could leave, hah all his.
Follish banche the position of queen is filled by Eclipse. No details are needed.
He spat, what fools he surrounds himself with. One tardy, one half blind, and onther beliving she can take anything down by force. Labriums curld at the thought, they shall chance very quickly with the harsh rulence of the bastard. Form remained in motion, the seering glance remaining pinned upon the wenches two toned being. Calua was slowly shifting from his attention, boreing she had become. The games preformed in the lands of claim entertained him so, but not for long.
Etching returned to his queen, first one to set tred upon his lands after the bastard himself. The cold glare loosend, however none over than the wench would notice such. An act he may be playing, for the time beign that is. Nares flared once more, the scent of one whom he had known so very long tunneld through the vessels, the wench had arrived. However her presence had not been requested, but he will take his leave now to greet such a nymph.
The scent of another has caught my attention, one whom I have not beckond forth. Mingle with one another now, for I wish not one of the to follow. Dare you strike out at the queen beside me? Your trembling curvature will be at her mercy
Rasps were short, shard to the tone. His nocture covering began to dim against the dence shadow, his presence leaving the small space before.
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Post by Eclipse on Nov 1, 2005 16:10:53 GMT -5
No longer could the jazzable retain her raging fury. BANISHED!?!?!?!!!!!! HA! She Knows Nothing! I Am Queen! I Am NOT Banished! I Hold True To Thy Blooded Queen Fool! Her rage tempted the ransid cordals. Salmons of decay bellowed Deeply and rapidly. More than once now she had heard the bytches think she had been banished, taken from rightal position. Where dod such fools get such matirealization!? She would seek each one and terminate that swirling hope. They ponly said so in wish that she had been taken from position, for they knew with hwer, they stood no beckoning chance.
Occuli of crimson lash glared so harshly apoun the sunkissed nymph she felt she could destroy her, limb from limb. truley she was abouty to fight her, here and now. But held back, for she knew Sashe had told her back, and there was no need. However, pedistols laserated all particals in the surrounding atmosphere before her leathal strikes. A High pitch dominant flute desended atop all in the lands of she. her business was meant, and was stated brutealy.
Landing back apoun the sodden tiles, she snorted with a half fly. Visage flung skyward highly, and continued, each time the height lessoning. Abdominal Structure Heaved a warning blow before going back to poition at the side of her partner. The contrastinace of the dark hellion's feature beside her own striking frost made a dual pair of bloodshed and leathal fragament. Her Voice was tense, clipped, and hissed far more petrifying that of madussa's own strings.
You Banshee, shalt never fight one of you equals for the position of queen, and the loser beta. For, the queen still stands! Banished you fool? Ha! Your dreams shalt never become! you Would have had a chance at queen if gone with the gladiator of dark stature. Your Optics show your story, as mine donot, nor should any of our alliance ways. you are a mockery, a disgrace to any and all of our traits. You are just a mere extra in the herd, the last to show. For, we need you not, for all we have a full band. You are good in battle, an extra just for that. But merely nothing more. Try your luck in the fight for beta before attempting to lash out at my leathal ways. For i am unlike your likes. I am a deviless, you are a little rebel, one that is a halfa. Not a Hell Struck, Nor a Heaven's Helper. You Are an outcast. Show us you are of usa by competeing for beta. Earn respect amoungst your peers, and I possibley in the prosess. But for now, lay neautral all of you. For we have yet to choose, or at least i have yet to be informed of the beta, or what is to be done hense forth.
As her liberiums drew to a rasping ending, with warning within, she looked back at her king, optics asking what would be done for beta holdings. only wense asking a question through silence did something cast over her sheilds, and as soon as read, went down the line, then drew blank one again.
Lappets lay plasterd ore' the minx's tiara. Alabster hue set lustering from the other's own. Liquidations captured all movments from the two maidens within her presince. The short Black one, and the old nag astride her. This newest crew member seemed older than the rest, and slower. She was obviously reaching prime, or past. 7 atleast. Out in the dog eat dog worlds of wild 'quines, the length of life was shorter by far from that of domesticated ones. This new comer would not be here for to much longer in years, if not taken in battle.
Hock Kisser Trailed 'ore her hind Pistons as she stood in statue formation. serpentine held a dominant arabian curventure to her features as she stood astride her lord. Glancing quickly ore' his well molded features, she saw much luster within his engravings as well as much fine chisel. He was taller than she, but they were both of similar makings. Snorting she struck the loam in immpatcients. She wished to move onwards once more.
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Post by calua on Nov 3, 2005 13:47:14 GMT -5
Not a passing glance was sent to the "queen" of Desque, for it mattered not. She was going to leave the wretched terrain, Sashe, gathering all the femms in the entire lands, and yet not giving the slightest attention to none but his queen.
Without the mistreated peasents of the terrain there would be no sashe, no eclipse, just lonely, broken quines that they truly were, just hiding behind ther amazingly large ego's. Gradually making her way to Eclipse, she said placidly, her glare seering though her very being.
I request leavence upon the cramped, mistreated lands of Desque. You and your lord are dispicable rulers, no bonds formed, no allies, just the glue of possible reproduction and the pleasure of sex.
Her tone did not raise above normality, and there was no reason to, her point got across just fine, and she awaited the answer. If she was not allowed to willingly leave, she would force her way from the lands, and find a stag somewhat worthwhile, with principals that could be mended, and who could be brainwashed into her ideas.
The muse and wonder, mystery and hope, hearth and faith, all lost in a swirling black hole of a terra that was truly a walking death trap. Dark as she was, and the blakness of her heart had no comparison the the tragic lands, it could have possibly held some spark of hope, but it was crused long ago by the very hoof of sashe, dark overlord...
Truly she would be beaten for this, but there was no way possible the insides of her would end up any more marred then they were, and her tattered shell just a wall for trophies of scars and lacerations.
As long as the fury stayed erect and wildlike, she would find a way out of anything, possibly fighting the dastardly, pompass ass proclaimed sashe. Finding a path out of the trap she was concealed in, somehow.
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Post by Sashe on Nov 5, 2005 9:58:24 GMT -5
ooc: i left here, u need to post werever i am to get a reply dear.
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Post by Grace on Nov 6, 2005 0:52:02 GMT -5
OoC|| No muse whatsoever...
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