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Post by arya on Jan 28, 2006 20:12:13 GMT -5
Life. The most happy and joyful experience known to equines. Full of love at first site, with the stallion of your dreams, have a heir to the throne, others congratulating you upon your achievements.. Loyalty from your peers and respect that you deserve.. Life... for the cherished few that it was. No. It was truly filled with a dark torment, idle torture, mortal pain.. costly enemies.. Stalking for the perfect new victim to become their next prey. But yet she would never fall.. only one of her three gifts she had been cursed to.. Immortality. Harmless lights destroyed before their very orbs. Blood sticking to their hides, now thick and dry, clinging on like a hard thick shell of mud, sticky yet plastered onto the true stain of their fur.. Darkness. That's what she lived for, as did the cursed few who thrived deeply upon it..
Pit less slitted amber orbs reflected dully in the dark shadows, bodice weaving between the thick of thorns scoured roughly across her path. Prickles stabbed into her like miniature knives slitting the skin, every further time embedding in the muscles and tissues deeper. Single drops of her being flowed humbly by her darkened hide, splattering silently upon the thorns that had called upon it. Onyx shaded daggers scraped through mother nature as she continued upon her path as the Earth seemed to wish only revenge upon the beings that inflicted harm on herself. She was an old victim, but still fresh. Her entire life was filled with such things, but yet it made even more thrilling.. or... enjoyable. Thorns of her own descended to her throne as a thread of light echoed through the darkness, pillars dragging her bodice closer to the slit that only continued to grow. The light was dulled, but still considerably more than what she was captured in. Soon it grew to an arch in which she walked powerfully under, dull light searching for her bodice as it en-traced it sourly. Chestnut hide covered with red crimson randomly splattered as a paint or appaloosa was with their white spots..
Orbs searched silently around as none were around, scents were yet to grasp her nasals of a potential prey or predator. Vocals neither escaped her parched esophagus nor echoed through her chest cavities. If she was meant to be found.. so be it. [/center] [/size]
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Post by [E]den on Jan 31, 2006 18:28:50 GMT -5
Drenched in my pain again
Becoming who we are
As my memory rests..
But never forgets what i lost
Wake me up when september ends.
High strung malus slunk into the lands of claimeth. Daring to etch forth across the border. Harks erect foward.. Nares flared. Altering his scent determination. He had come in seach of a femme.. A femme worthy of his dam lands. Perhapse if he found anything better than the usuall, she would be crowned lead. But let the matter be pushed aside.. Crania tossed with the rage that burned inside him. Will it ever be put out? Nay.. It was like a wildfire against a bucket of water. Of course the outcome could be determined. So there was no hope on his behalf. But he had learned to cope with the life he had endured. But never was he struggling.. Never.. Indeed he was proud of the high position he ranked now. Lead stag.. Oh what a wonderful placing. Snort released with the tones that could only be heard by him.. Brushing past the stalks that grew wild across the vast terrain. What was the goodness in all of Lemorsea? It hadnt impressed him much. But that wasnt why he was here.. It was well suited to his lifetyle yes. And he was residing here. He had been torn apart, beaten down to the last measure of sanity. But it has all paid off.. For now take a long gaze at him. The dlicate trod of the andy took him foward. Lurching deeper into the unknown lands. They made him Grin.. Mischeviouse. Bent and broken.
Ocules caught sight of something he saw potential in. Gaze set pon the femme who lay within his sight range. Her scent was lusciouse. It told him of her health.. It was impressive to thee. No doubts she held. Perhapse she would make it in the lands he ruled. Perhapse she wouldnt. But he would not have any light followers.. Clearly she was none of that sort. Crania bobbed with the nods he sent in her direction. Stilts of iron carried him forth. Bringing him with a few feet of the wrench. Ocules bore into hers. His pose was filled with such emotion. Such dominance. It was unbreakable.. features were still. Nothing moved on him except the swaying of his mane. Almost blackened.. Soon the words he wished to speak were sent into her direction..
Lets make this unforgetable eh? As you may or may not know.. i am the one dubbed Belagio. The terra i own isnt of much care. Now.. what truly matters is this. Femmes are needed within the newly claimed terra of thee. Shall you follow or shall you wait for some light kinded one?
Nares flared. Anger filled him with the possible remarks she may give. But what was there to be against? What was all that wrong with him? She wasnt of full liking. Rather sickly in that manner. But she would do if her decision was carefully made. And following him was her wisest choise. But he wouldnt forcer her to come. It got tiring just beating the wothles femmes who disliked the reamls inwich they were homed. He wouldnt stand for there nonsense.. Wich is why he was carefully choosing the residers. Wether they followed or not was no his decision..
As my memory rests
But never forgets what I lost
Wake me up..
When september ends. [ooc: xD its crappy..sry] |
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Post by arya on Jan 31, 2006 19:52:36 GMT -5
Cursed mother nature's thin crust embedded into her torn frogs, as dirt resided deeper yet into her parched, cracked daggers. Sticks and stones, dirt and mud, thorns and other brush dug into her daggers until the aqua of a swift river violently pulled them from their dark habitat. And more things would find their harlem to be there until the cycle emerged again. White edged pillars stood squarely beneath her as they silently listened for vibrations loud enough to cause a minor threat to her, or something she should be aware of. Thorns of her own joined the group as they scanned through the air for any thin crunch of leaves or a snap of a dull stick. Amber orbs gazed blandly through the atmosphere, vision gazing through the lands surrounding her silently, like a stalker that was unhidden from its prey. And yet for a minute things around her almost seemed peaceful and still, as her features relaxed ever so slightly.. Until a strong masculine scent rippled through her nares...
Thorns cut to her throne, as they were quickly hidden from obscene view. Orbs searched wildly for the visial of the scent until pupils grasped the sight. Caverns flared angrily, as a scowl set upon her evident features, auds still cutting deep within her chestnut skull. Pupils slitted suddenly as they followed the approaching brute with evident distaste, bodice becoming no more relaxed as he made was forth towards her. Mane ruffled against her nape as it spread roughly around her neck, scattered in random directions as a slight breeze flowed her deadly scent towards his caverns. Whipcord struck against her rump sharply, as its snapping echoed the sound close in match to a bullwhip. It struck her rump on several accords, as if it had a life of its own, showing no mercy as tiny blood droplets shown visible breifly before it soaked back into her skin. His bod drew nearer as his masculine demon cursing scent echoed in her brain all too well. He halted abruptly close to her phsique, as his bod was held in a queer dominance. Her own shifted slightly, as her dial raised almost in an elegant fashion, as if silently testing his response. His vocals slithered from his maw as they echoed breifly in her ceribrium. Tongue swarmed in her maw, forming a snappy expected response, but yet nothing quite horrific came to mind. Instead tones poured from her own maw, as they met him as they slide down to his auds.
I am cursed Arya. What be you here for demon? Don't try my patience far, for it soon runs short.
She snarled sharply. She would give no respect to a random brute on a land, and why should she? One had to earn her respect to get it, and dealing with her past, it was unlikely to pick out from luck. Her alliance wouldn't allow it, and neither would her past. And neither did she wish to abide by caring and thoughtful laws that made one feel happy and pleasant inside. Those were the fools who had their souls ripped from them in a split second from their undeserved trustworthiness. But no one pitied them but themselves, as they deserved. They were weak and sickly as a old gazelle in a herd, just waiting calmly to be chosen as meat for a more powerful predator. Life could end so swiftly.. why chance it? [/center] |
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Post by [E]den on Feb 2, 2006 17:03:45 GMT -5
ill post soonie. ive been sick. really sry. O.o lol
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Post by [E]den on Feb 3, 2006 18:08:33 GMT -5
A harsh breeze swept over him as the femme spoke. Her words batted him like a large gust. So you think you have this game planned eh? Like your own made up one? Is this what you think? Well m'dove.. You shall be proven wrong. A sneer released the bitter chambers of he. Ocules glared into the femme.. She wasnt afraid to take that daring leap. That final turn and hope for the best... But knowing the worst would always come. He liked her style. Perhapse a good lead to his herd she would be. Tsk tsk little one. You have prooven yourself worthy. Oh but think again. You shall not call me a light... For the darkest has yet to come. The lantern you hold to guide you through the night.. Will run out of oil oh but soon love. But only the true will follow through the darkness. Shall you take that final step?
Audits of mahogany lining swerved before chaining to his pan. His ocules bore into hers. Reading her like a book. Never did the emotions fill him.. His cord swiftly shot at his hocks every so often. His head set high.. Her pose of dominance was clear. But she had nothing to rule over. Come along now.. Wait here shall you? Or come into a new era, It shant wait for you forever dove.. He broke the unusuall silence with low grunts of his vocals. Anger and tense rising into him. Tones snapped towards the femme..
Well Well, So you think yourself better than the best? But what have you got to proove of? Clearly you have leadership of nothing nor anyone who lies within this path. But is the truth that you are too scared to reside as a leader? Are you too afraid of the challenges that lie ahead? Shall you wait along here.. and you will fall. Never can you be caught eh? Need i say once more. Join within the harems of thus, and lead mare you will be crowned. I shall not waste time femme. Follow now or forever waste this opportunity.
A snort released the depths of his nares. The stag trod forth. Brushing past the femme. His crania dipped.. Almost as if he was going to hit her right in the chest. But carefully and fast he swung up. Sneering in her face before passing. A canter was resumed as he thrust foward. Onward towards his lands, He wouldnt beg for a wrench. She had to make a decision for herself.. Shall she make the right one? Those who have the ability to take action, have the responsibility to take action...
[ooc: lol.. where my muse go? merf.. im so off lately.]
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Post by arya on Feb 3, 2006 20:31:32 GMT -5
I've
Become so numb
I can't feel you there
You think you shall have your streak over me, male? You just think your the best thing in the world don't ya? Every vix should be honored to be in your presence, sir prince of the darks. What an honor it should be for me then eh? Her mind mocked sassily, yet silently. A smirk caught onto her maw. You have one thing though, your not one to back away from something then are you stallion? Fear doesn't cross your orbs when they meet.. oh well, there'll be plenty of time later to fix that ascept of how you view me. Her mind cackled hysterically. Oh, this was sparking her temper more than ever, it was like an addict, when a small flick reached a chain of gun powder. All it took was the wrong path until it caught hold of the poison. Her whipcord cracked behind her like a curled snake, with its tip rattling, prepearing to strike. Orbs glanced into his again, only to see he was seeing directly into her. A muffled hiss entered her maw, as it struck through her chest cavities. Without a word, her orbs turned murky as they silently covered her thoughts from others. Mind cursed furiously for letting her thoughts consume her so heavily. His grunts caught her attention again as her auds snapped back onto her chestnut skull again, muscles poised cautiously incase he instead decided to strike.
The demon's words swung passed through the air sharply, as her ceribrium made quickly to register them. Orbs flashed, as she felt te weight of his words suddenly as she jumped back, her dial thrown into the air as her orbs glared at the demon with a flare of suspicion evident. You wish for the imperfect mwah for me to join you? Wouldn't you rather have a lover vix who fondles over you and will give you what you wish for? For be forwarned, I am no such type. Orbs watched as his bod came closer, as muscles became suddenly stiff with unnerving tension, one that she hadn't long felt since she had been caught in her sire's wrath. Nares falred warningly as a scowl entered her facade disapprovingly, but yet she didn't move. His dial dipped towards her chest as he suddenly faked a strike. Her back pillar suddenly snapped out behind her as she watched him pass by, though she made a certain caution that she didn't hit him.. not yet at least.. Her bodice turned as she watched him head towards his lands.. Her orbs slitted slightly before picking up a steady canter as well. It was an offer she wouldn't refuse...
All I want to do
Is be more like me
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