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Post by minority on Dec 30, 2005 15:57:31 GMT -5
Ive been to hell and back looking for the answers to life.
Looking at myself trying to get things right.
And Im feeling just another breath not a minute left.
Piercing ocules glared over the terrain wich lie ahead. Staring down the figures.. The lands.. The sickened her. Nared widened as she took in the scents around her. Mares and brutes. [OH i shall tear them limb from limb. Disgusting. Baring her enamels.. No! you must not think that way!! Releasing heavy sighs.. Ignoring the voices that haunted her mind. What was there to live for? Was there even anything that mattered to her?
I feel the darkness lifting.
There was a time
That I questioned if Id ever be alright.
Running getting high staying trapped by sleepless nights.
And Im thinking just another breath not a minute left.
Her weight shifted as her stilts carried her mass along. Her crania low. Depression was her state at the moment. Thinking .. . Stopping at a clearing. She felt like falling over. Like dieing that very second. No.. theres more to life than this... Re;easing another heavy sigh as she stood. Rasising he visage. Cord beat against her barrel and rump. A chil was sent throug her spinal. Staring up at the night sky.. A shrill released her vocals. Like a scream that was begging to come out.
You said you'd always be there for me!!! But your not...
Her ocules bore down onto the ground beneath her. Watching the small insects burry themselves in the soil in wich she stood. shaking her pelt of ebon. Riddin the dust that had settled. She knew not what to do. Maybe a brute would be good.. Or maybe it wouldht. But who knows.. Heh.. let 'em bring trouble. I shall tear them apart.
I feel theres something missing.
Im running from myself and all the things I dont like.
Living every night like its the last night.
And Im thinking just another prayer not a second left.
I need to stop resisting.
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Post by elende on Dec 31, 2005 22:50:39 GMT -5
Dont mess with fate
For fate owns all
You cannot excape its strong grips
So wench
You have lured me here
Lets hope fate has a plan
A plan allowing life
How the times change, changing for better and for worse. It seems as if the inhabitance of theese regions have falterd, the shadow slowly drifting away. Like a ship that has set sail, never to return to its warf. The rope makers, the cobblers, they all watch their work take sail. But were have the rope makers and cobblers gone? Such a shame, perhapse the lady shall take hold of the shadow, slender fingers slipping over the dence black. The tendons in the wrist contract, the pull behining. Do you feel your hide suddenly cloaked, the light beams running as if their being depended on such. The shadow has begun to return, decay trailing behind. The hand of insanity, the hand of all that is wrong brushed against the residence, let the old emerge form the state of submergence. Nares doused in silver set a flare, occulie of almond survaying the plot at hand. A fore was stolen from the idle state, lifting and curling. In the vinals of concealence he had remained, but this state was to shift. Tendons pulled and tugged so gently, a step taken from the thick. Plush peircing the shadow of his own cloaking, the front end began to emerge. Like the murderer entering the court room, he remained silent. The ashen glazed found the geo, the opposing collum repeating the act of its partner. Serpintine of toned stature arched, yet outdrew. Shades drew upon the pools, only for a slight moment however. The blinding light, the blinding light to be smotherd. The shadow trailed, niping at his hocks. The trailing kept moving, his wake unwavering. Shakels chained ot the hind snapped, clanking upon the geo. The dull tint upon the silks seems to mesh with the loam, slurred with the rouge and suffering of the past. Appex rose, the shades once drawn, glare moving upon the corrador of her choosing.
The ship has set sail
The warf left empty
You reside
I reside
You will soon trail behind
He caught a glimps of the femma of such clever louring, visage hardening in a recoil of thought. Peds began to stamp the geo rythmaticly, presence to near the femma. The scent of rouge found its way through the nares of decay, thick musk it was. Labriums curled, thick enamels shown. His scent was accompanied by two others, a filla and a bytch. The filla was not his, the wench was his queen. He haulted four paces before the heffar, his shpeel to begin.
I am Elende, ruler of Lemora. A queen is already at thy side, but the co is not. Spit your dubbance and reason of your trekk here. I do not leap in joy for wenches who belive they have such game, belive they are so sly.
He let the words flow without hesitence, a passive stance taken. Thorns flickered, he wasnt the type to totter up and bark orders. Take it or leave it my friend, my curse. I sence new upon my desolent region, I sence it growing. Do not make me coax, for I shant.
ooc: sry, I hate claiming posts. hehe I just use da same one, but belive me, I can post... |
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Post by minority on Jan 1, 2006 17:50:04 GMT -5
When im gone just carry on
Dont mourn..
Rejoice every time you hear the sound of my voice
Just know that.. im lookin down on you smilin
And i didnt feel a thing so baby dont feel no pain
Just smile back...
Muscles hidden beneath the ebon coat tensed. Ocules bore into the brutes. Staring him down. Calling to his fears. Dont be afriad.. there be no sense in killin ya.... yet. A smirk played upon her features. Cord swung about. Beating at the flesh of her haunches. Weight shifted every so often.
She watched his every move.His evey blink. His every motion. Ocules of grey rolled as he spoke. A dumb one neh? She shook her crania and stared at the ground before coming back to his view. No... you can not let him have it just yet.. Suck the life out of him. Like a blood hungry leech. Aud flicked as she though. The voices in her head were almost controlling her. But were they?? Crania lifted and her dial stood high. A dis pleasured look on her face. Oh so another be crowned queen eh? tsk tsk.. Optics met his once again. She would never submit to him. . never...
Oh bruthen. So your the almighty one who has decided to.. come to my presence? Good choice. You seem to know what you are doing. I be the one dubbed Minority. And why else would I be in such lands if i werent looking for a stallion neh? Co i wish reside as. If you make the right decision in crowning me such...
A slight nod exceeded her crania. Turning her mass untill she was sided with him. But not too close as well. Whatare you doing?? You cant just let him get away like that.. Shh now.. We will see what hes really like. If he is what we think.. Death will shortly arrive for him. Saavy? A grin came 'pon her mug once more. Mane drooped 'ponher forelock. Standinh.. awaiting his next movements. Kittys comin for you...
Take what you can..
Give nothin back...
[ooc: i love ur picceh xD]
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Post by elende on Jan 1, 2006 18:37:39 GMT -5
[Dankies, go post an order and I can make you a picca. Tisk Tisk you cannot kill the elende, you know who plays him right? -ebil cackle- Kemor wont say yesh]
You are a sly one
That I can see
But dont get cocky little thing
You have not an idea of my ways
Do you wish for a thick headed fool to come?
Come to your plea
Sweep you off your feet?
Im sorry miss
That I cannot be
Labriums began to curl, the stare from the heffar leaving him unphased. Wench take a swing, I will give you a free shot. Scoot a little closer, let me har your thoughts, let me hear your screams. You know the season, you are mine. Lipstick, whips, and chains, I now hold your fame. You do not see a thing, the pools I gouge bear no tale, no chance of entertainment for the pretty little minx. I see your attitude, I see it all too well. Dont push it imp, I promis I push back. Wise, try to act it. You want to push my buttons, make me quiver. Show me you have brains, smarts. Flaunt what you have with skill, dont hold back little bruja. Do your little dance, I will sit back an watch. Dance, dance, dont be shy. A little push will send you high, perched upon thoose pretty toes. Little dancer, you are now mine. Harks began to draw, melting to the ashen scullery of the hessian. Formation tensing, thick tarp quivering with the sudden jerking of the coral muscel so cleaverly hidden benithe.
Dance pretty minx
Do the little number you know so well
Crouching upon the tiny toes
Dance for me
My little dancer
He watched her sweep twards his shoulder, her quiant hisses sounding. Coiling upon his auds, fangs nipping at the tips in a sence of play. Soaking the words in like a dry sponge to water, heffar I hear you, hear you loud and clear. You wish for the placement of second, yet you give off such a different oppinion. Sure, I will let you imagine. Imagine what it would be like, dont get cozey. Others will come, the band growing so swiftly. What would happen if I broke thoose little toes, your dance falling to such an abrupt hault. The blackend leafs to fall, mourn, little Minority. Jawls once held still began to sever, dome swiveling to the side of which the femma resided. Let me speak my rhyms, I dare you to mock me, dont push me dear. I promise you, I will push back.
Minx dont push me, I will push back. You sling the whip laced in embers atop my hide, havent you realized thats my whip you sling? Wisen up heffar, Second hand you may have upon this date. It dangles on a string, a trial run one may call it. Protest? Im so very sorry, follow if you so please to Lemora. Dont dottle, follow now.
He lacerated his wordings, cutting the last scroll short. A fore rose, curving due to the pull of tendons. The peg climbed slowly from under the alabastar mas, his formation moving away from the ebon coated. My, my, my. Look what you've done.
xElende has leftx
[sorry I got bored, I dun wanna make it luffy. |
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