She comes back alive...for long?

[positive]

He came to me,
He left me wounded
But what do I care?


The vixen of bay hues tramped upon her homelands. Her new homelands, tough, it wouldn't control her for long. She had already visited the Immortals. Her tiara hung low to the ground, her stiff legs and her suken pools told of her hardships. She tiredly lowered her tiara and munched upon the stalks. Her hungry stomache eating up the food hurridly. She snorted, her thin, ragged body had lost it's luster. She snorted and watched them. the others, colors danced before her occuals, she kne she might die soon, from sheer exhaustion. Ori's normal geo colored pelt was nearly black with sweat from the snow.

Her brown pools watched the others, the other Equids. Upon her left shoulder, just above her breast, she bore a mark. A slash mark, the wound was festering slighlty, rotting. She had been touched by the living dead, the Immortals had left their mark. She had fought to be reconized by them, but she had payed a price. Her lame shoulder sagged and dragged upon the ground. Her head lolled, and she collapsed upon the ground wioth exhaustion. Her ragged pelt shivered from the dropping temperature. Deep inside of her soul, she knew she might not live to see the next Spring.

Her pools closed and the vixen fell into a slumber. She was unawares that the lands were being claimed by another, that a fight would come of it. She had no ieda of anything else. Just her dreams. In them she saw that black stallion again. Her suroundings fadded behind her. The place had an air of cold, but she felt nothing, she was in control of her dream. She could do as she pleased. she snorted and walked around, she walked above the snow, her shoulder didn't throb. She had been right. That was a frozen Hell.

The mare stood upon the cold snow. She dreamed of the stallion's encounter. She didn't even know his name. She tossed her dream head with finality. She grinned, the cold was invisible to her. She snorted and watched him. He appeared again, but his preasence had lost non of it's potency. She dreamed of him, her thoughts corrupted with him. She knew he was untouchable, but she wanted the stallion, more than she had wanted anything else.

She smiled and watched him, then he disapeared. Her voice rang out upn the still air, What is your name?! A gashtly voice floated upon the wind, harsh and cold as his voice had been. Kemor

She listened to her dream, then ghouls and ghosts, restless spirits of curel natures took over her dreams. After all, it was Hallo's Eve. The night when all dark things came about, and the power of darkness was enhanced. She watched the darkness, it called to her, She called to it. The soul of the dark stallion, Lord of Hell approched her, he was wreathed in flame. Her dream body bowed low. The only other she would bow to. She stood,her abrupt bow ended with a glare. he watched her. This was one night when the Devil Horse himself approched others. His voice pained her, brought her out of the dream. She screamed and awoke.

The mare awoke with a start. Her lame shoulder throbbing with pain. The cold now set deep into her bones. She needed warmth...She wanted warnth, she lifted her tired head, and looked for others. She saw none. Her tiara lowered and she slept lightly. Her task complete.


My life may end soon,
But I have complete my task.

[Sashe]

Welcome dear wench
Your arrival belated
However I shall not fret
Welcome

The arrival of one had emerged, grasping the attention of the Hessian. Nares piled forward the scent of another, another he knew very well. The rot of flesh sent tingles down the nocturne mass of the bastard, labriums pealing away from their placement in still. Bleached enamels dripped into veiw, coarse threads snapping roughly upon the flank. The bruten knew were she had left to, knew of what she had encounterd. A smirk glazed his hedious features, the trek of the brute pulling foward to the wench collapsed in her own dreams.

Awaken from your slumber
Your life in reality playing before you
Dare you hold your tounge
You very well may recive a placement to desire

Braces dipped in ebon paced foward, the emerging Hessian releasing a shrill cry of approch, pathetic winged rats fleeing from their place in vinals. Dentals gritted with the screaching of such, pathetic they were. Screaming for the day one my care, screaming in knowence it shant ever come. Glare shifted from the nothing, mirrors of almond resting upon the one in slumber. Harsh winds came to a hault, winter meeting its end. Screaches of argument and order marred the auds of the brute, his presence shall be elsewere soon. Elsewere to desperce beating upon the fools whom truley belive they pull rank in the lands of Desque.

Form came to a hault, placement set beside the shoulder of the wench. Braces began to buckle, ebon meeting the barrel fot he she. No he had not gone soft, but a ruler must do what is requested to soem degree. Enamels plucked at the tresses of the wench, not a stur drawn from the she. Towering mass remained at the side, he would wait for the awakening. Nares flared with the scent of the bastard of rulence, a humorious one yes.

[positive]

I have returned
Cursed to stay with you longer
I wish to stay
I wish to li

ve

The vixen's mind swiftly came to it's senses, but her bod didn't wish for the agony to stop, to quit. She wanted to stay there, in this dreamland. Where the dull throb of her shoulder and the shudders of her very vapors were not so evident to this dark lady. she was aware somewhat that Sashe was near, but she wanted to stay. Or did she? Her fogged landscape dribbled with blood, her own. she was soon in a pool of blood, her forelegs held down by her own insanity. She struggled. Her dream-bod twisted, the sticky blood clung to her, it was going to kill her. Unless she escaped. Unless she awoke.

I should awken
My dreams to terrible
To strange
I'm only an Equid,
I don't understand this
I speak not,
Of the horrors I have seen
My sanity is slipping
Slipping...slipping away from my wore daggers
From my very reaches
Dare I let it go?

Pools of brown snapped openas the blooded vixen threwserself to her feet. Her screams of agony racked the sky. Her pools beyond seeing, beyond feeling. Her ribbons were mused, her pillars covered with dirt, with grime. Her ahrks twisted, no sound but the wind. She slugged to her daggers, her balance lacking. She lifted a pillar and let it fall down with a crash. Her slumber stopped, her terror ended. She squealed, her voice silent in her harks. Suddenly, with a flash of white-hot pain, it was all back, the sound of a bird, the sound of her cavity pumping it's venom through her veins. Her harks tilted forth, she whirled, who had touched her, his maw still felt like white-hot fire on her neck. she whirled, her pools blazing anger. Sashe stood there, her disorented mind twisted, and convulsed, when had she gotten back? The cold sun reminded her of the mountain. Her shoulder screamed. she looked at it, the festering wound was sickly. she didn't care. He had left his mark, she would wear it.

She looked at him, her dreams were true. had something troubled this ashen stud? So much that he waited for her? Where was his dark Lady? she thoguht he had one. Was she the only one left on his side? Her coy loked was guarded. She didn't trust this land. She knew he ahd waited for her, but for what reason? did he know where she had been? Whom she loved, but kept secret? That one was best guarded carefully, not to be told, for he might notice,and conjure his wrath. She thoguht about the ebon stag, she knew he would never be hers. Her sigh escaped ehr lips. Her pools dulled. here stood an ashen king, leader of others who were ignorent of his pride, his hatered. She knew what could happen, what should happen. She looked at Sashe, her vocals rasped out,

Sashe, why have you waited for me? [/center]

[hannah]

ooc:kay, i know the queen is not to be challenged until you're beta but i guess i mean llater or w/e

Lucids etching of the minx velveted tender matter of shadow kneading the core within,cold intentions not to be withdrawn.Any who dare ban her from this realm were wrong,as she was claimed by the brute to dwell here in past lands.Hah, no hesitance would be lingering within the feeme as she prepared self wording to the 'Queen' for a challenge of lead. There was no chance of scatter for the rival to come for how could she deny the domincance within?She had watched courting of the Queen,bitter and harsh from the script of Sashe, but lost and quiet they were to the tarrying shrew brought by past times. Favoring of the tycoon sided to her,Hannah, in action and word...or perhaps sly ways varying in the two, maybe even equaling bewtween one such as herself and the King. Ah, but the sequeling moments would tell....oh, how they would. Globes swept the irked terrain in acceptance and reigning to come if fight was brought inward.
'Queen,or title they pledge until now,I send cold greetings shaking to oncoming challenges.If it is unknown to your being, I also have been claimed by your King but in differing lands supposedly not known to you. That is beside the point so no matter.But I do challenge your rank for Queen.Your pitied word for dominance shall be failed and not held to any vow as I request in this rivalry.I see no escape in this passage as it comes to a dead end,so speak of no regret as your mental statement knew of this downfall.It is a nuisance, but I do have to wait of acceptance.If you do shake in your abswer, well so much for the powerfull domain,eh?'
Smirking facial of the vix morphed in snickering mold echoed by sound. Frondescence disrupted by shadow collected the essa as she trailed into the drawing mass shaping her to empty fromation patched to the darkened evergreen.Frame flexed to elastic sturcture enabling the femme to lift slim bulkage across dense foliage and shift through acute turns by the winding wood stalks. Visage drew to her sheild of boney plaque slid into place by the end of arched curvature.Titaniums scetched the detail of stone mound footholds of mountain lined edges scribbled by slight mottled brush. Combative state abroad usually blank drawn facet of skull cringed in swivet waiting period caused by the delaid response awaited.
Time grew irratable of the reprehensible Queen,perhaps to be shadowed by the presense of Sashe.Opinion of telepathic message sided to the fact of acceptance by the awaited wench to the challenge.Susurrus sounded by the lightly pounding motion of braces impacting on now crunching flints spurred by the thought of travel to the irrisestable core of darkness, and while there she would hear the word of the masked bytch. As time grew to acceding pace,mind system thought of differ between the two she's.The Queen was supposedly accepted by the devil himself drawn the hellish features, but how could one so simple even speak to such beast?It was self-proclaimed of course but the shallow thought of one turning away from the acknowledge was sickening. There lied the dispute.On the other hand,herself cursed as Hannah was of no heritage only formed of the shadow without the failing proof of H*ll. The dispised place was not known to any true dark, only to the stupid minded beasts of demons.They were known but not classed in such places.Mind snipped back to the matter of her imminent challenge heretical to the bytch's own,shunned way.

ooc: no fixing up either...same postie -.-

[Sashe]

Bitch I know your secret
You have yet to learn mine
But I shall not share of such
But the truth is painted upon you facet
The whispers shall seep
The one set beside your torment searching for you
I may come to your aid
But I may not

Thorns laced, cupping the dome of the bastard. The sudden jolts of the wench sent the he a set backwards, not form fear, but resistance from a strike upon the doe. Nares flared, his refuge placed beside one without quarrel, but now she has changed the tone of the seclusion. Loud and frail, the appearance she held. Slight regret came of he, for making residence with such an utter fool. Braces churned, focus leaving the sleep deprived banche. Tones of the imp coiled around his auds, serpentine tensing with annoyance to the unwanted.

I leave the bicker, search for the calm. Soil the tone you have, return to your thoughts wench.

Fool you enrage me so
You constant high unbecoming
Let me be now
Return to your fools dream
One has been taken
The bastards of harvest have murdered one
Do not question such
For you shall be next

Attention shifted to the familiar, one whom he fought to receive. Hah, he knew of whom had arrived. The foolish wench of devilish, Hannah it was. Braces plucked at the loam, a shift provided. Back was turned to the one whom left distaste, attention focused upon the entering form of which he had known for some time. Cords snapped at the loam, globes rolling backwards, whites appearing. A single rumble was emitted, ebon pools returning to view. The lurching sable wench emerged from the thick vessels of shadow, the brutes trek forward pulled to an abrupt halt. Towers etched forward for only moments, lacing backwards immediately.

One has come
One of long relation
A welcome spreads before her
Though she needs none
An introduction shall not take place
For all soon shall know

Lo Hannah, so bold to enter a realm new to the?

Tones were of such belligerent, aggression tipped his mood. He had no room for argument, no room for quarrel. Distaste formed for the current bitches roaming his realm, wishing to rip the cords of sound from the serpentine, leaving to die as he had to many. Many brawls, many scares. The bastard churned into a dreary lope, Prodigious form crossing the path of the blanche. Proboscis lay engraved with brail, brail formed with the tightened labriums. Fulcrums snapped upwards, as if to prepare to strike the geo below. Plate tucked, glare surveying the newcomer, the accepted one at that. A circle traced along the borders of the harlot, enamels raking the shoulder upon passage. Talons churned the sod below, rhythmic pounding arisen. Ori remained in his corner glance, the heffar not forgotten. A scene of entertainment would play before his Lithe Form of enmity brushed greetings were to take place.

My wenches spread
Some more favored than others
Some shall soon lay lifeless in the verdure
Others may rise to the top
To which category shall you fall upon

ooc:
there u go

[hannah]

My love, my love
Where do you linger for so long
It is you I seek every coming day
Yet you appear to be nowhere.
I have finally found you,Sashe
Now come my darling,come my savior
As I have one a many secrets to tell



Latchets crained so low to etching of words spoken by the one Sashe,yes one known for so long.How,he asked, shall the fights to come end as?...Heh, leave that to your being as you truely know such answer. Ooids searched for the lies to remain within,yet was it spoken true? She had heard such rumor as one being called to Queen? At first, she beleived and the overcoming aggression first came to mind.But now she came to the one to show the truth, know the truth.Though it does come down to the obvious, there is no other source.Reality will come to the bitch,however, as I one day will merge befor her in battle.But first, there shall be the matter of beta,I assume. Hah, no matter. What other wench will come to the aid?

"No need to posess such bravery you speak of,Sashe, for this shall become a new homeland as the land to where I was courted has possibly shattered to an end. I also have no doubt you have gone to claim an unknown of which you have placed queen in her honor? Learn your lessons well,brute, as her day will come in a matter of time to break this.Do not become the collector as many others do. Shame you as lucky,for you class to well for that."

Sneer smudged blank masking as the smug look came to control other hollowed,haunted skullage. Masculi followed past greetings in circling of the minx,encloser slowly enduring the wedge. Glare shifter to the occuli of the titan,gliding back to whites and slow to creep out of layered socket. Huntress shunned back uprising hark as they peered to gruff rumbling emerging deep with echoed cord folded through supple crest slolwy seeping through the hollowed silence of shadow,enjoyed though it was to be shattered by one thought to have disappeared. Swivet commotion was embraced by the shrew in presence of the bitch to remain. Dare this one to slip from his grasp, that was left to her but perhaps veiwed by Sashe in heretical siding. If she was to be challenged what accomplish would she meet in such battle? Nothing, as were others if they were grouped to the herem.

"Of how many femmora do you leave to dwell in the realm? Whom shall stand up to beta if they dare take risk with one such as me?Shall there be compitition? Let me hope so for otherwise it be a bore."

Mottled trailing was sequeled by shifting of braces which led to titaniums inprinting rushed topography. Duke was plucked with slight snip of enamel as vix left smirk planted to facet of visage,whipcord slashing previously scarred hock also clicked by the plumage. Puss scaled topline of the hessian in exit of the touch to deign as physique was spun facing again to her king,appearing to perhaps be dreaded by other.

(not as long as it really should be but w/e)

[Grace]

Appendages propelled her forwards upon the loam, scythes silent as they took each step forwards. Grace was bored out of her skull. With nothing to do, she had begun to look for Sashe. Perhaps he had a small errad for her to do. Anything at all would subdue the madness this idlness had ensued upon her mind.

Thorns twitched forwards, hering the useless babble of words. Orbs remained cold and hard, unfeeling. They scanned over the terrain as she silently slipped through some bushed, then came to a smooth halt. She could see them now. Sashe and two new wenches.

Wonderful, just wonderful.

Now she had to 'share' the terra with more? Snorting, she knew she could be seen from her position, but did not care in the least bit. Ebon plent hid her quite well, but the practiced eye could make her out if they tried hard enough.

OoC|| Museless! This post is horibble. *melts*

[Sashe]

So another one has come
I hear your grumbles
You anger for this new companion growing
Would you like to become as caula?
No mourn will be offerd for the
I hear you come grace
A fool you have been labled
I hear you coming
But will you be ignolaged?

A collector of the minx? No, a request of claimence it was. But compacity of the relm has been met, four heffars residing along side. Were was this queen of his, the doe so proud of her rank should have arrived many moments ago. He was not one to keep waiting, picky one would say. So one from the old country had come, would the others follow? Wenches of his previous claimence, many he had owend. Many queens, many fights. So a collecter I am labled? Hah, pathetic it is. Wenches a waste of a term, a waste of emerald stalk it is true. Meir incubators indeed. But he wouldnt speak of it, he did not care of lables. For they were only paper, such an easy object to lacerate, to destroy form his name. But that would require energy, energy for somthing he truley didnt care about. Jawls parted, thoughtless repy released.


A collecter no, such was requested from the fool Kemor himself. Four reside here at the moment, but you were used to much more

The blank glare of Sashe swiveld from the questioning one, from the insain one also. Unwilling Grace had come, the foolish doe of his forced claimence. Labriums pealed away frmo the ivory enamels, dial dropping only slight. Ebon braces arched into churn, titaniums scraping the loam as a lazy turn as taken. Cords dragged atop the geo, nares flaring as his attention was drawn to the arriving one, the one whom had givin him trouble the moment they met. The banches arent new you pig of a louse, fooling nymph. Thoughts rummaged through the empty dome of the he, pace lengthening. He haulted only two paced away from the wench, dial rising away from her reach, but such was not to hard. The banch was horribly verticly challenged [lmao].


Do not come here with such a gruff tone wench, Ori and Hannah are their callings, mingel. This was not a suggestion, but an order. Do you wish to remain without a rank forever? I would hope not. You are to challenge one of them, beta as the rank. Victor shall challenge the remainder, inturn going upwards to alpha if Eclipse falls.

Gruff tones reached its end, form passing the wench of his own annoyence. A short rumble was ignited, muffeld in the diaphram as wake once again began to spread. Were was Eclipse, that foolish banch. A louse he had belived she was at this date in time, perhapse her title should be stripped now? Leaving it up for grabs. He paused once more, but was not out of the sight of the nymphs. Enamels began to tear at the stalks, glare chained to the three. One may join him, but only one. He expected the fight of two to begin this day, treck made swiftly to the lands of rouge staining.


Do not test me foolish banches
You are now cast under my rule
The shadow of my path you dwell in
Dare one argue that?
Attemt to flee my heavely garded domain?
I laugh at the thought
Were the hell is my queen?
Do not test me foolish banches
Im watching all

[Eclipse]

Occulis Stared blankly as she entered the terra after her walking about the border. All had been quiet, and no danger was found. Harks tilted back atop her visage as she tossed it skyward as she gracefully strode from the path. She snorted to her lord telling him of a clear round. This was a good sign none were trying to make a downfall to the King of ebony, king of darkness. Peds tredded her to a hault as she whickered an apology for tardeynes, but she kenw there was no need. before she could begin to speak, armoa of the other new wenchs met her salmons. lappets Lay harshly atop her cranial as she turned to aproch them. Crest held arched in the arabic form, mug tucked slightly under her crest, pools glaring at either of the two. Both shown well, but the one of rusette seemed to be elsewhere within her occulis. She must not truely wish her presence cast here. She had thought she had saw the bytch in the reliques of forbidden feelings, this meant she betrayed their ruler, but she would not speak of such. however, this would be bad news to this ess if Sashe was ever to hear of such tradory. but for now, she would hush.Blaze now shifted ore' the other one of ebony. Yes, she was a good addition, and she had no story told within. Well, she was darkling and aproved by her likes. A Threat she posed, but she didnt seem to show and care towards such. Smoothly and harshly her lyrics came as her diaphram heaved her words.

Welcome wenchs. You are new and are the third and Fourth of this harem. lucky you. As you know, beta fights are soon to be held, good luck. You'll need it. All of you are of the best, for I have scoped out the other harems by walk bys, and they are pittifuls souls indeed. very might I add. Some even are loners with a realm, but only merely that. ha, they are lighthearted bastards and bytches. they stand no chance if we were to ever extend our lands into another terra as well. They stand no chance under our regin. I since you all wish to hold the crown beside you king, And i am quite positive you do. I look forward actually, to battle you all, for a great battle it shall be. But Kid you not, it is best to acoustome to you jobs as beta, and learn more of all the others. Im not trying to change you to rebels, for it is sickening to us all i would hope. I just advise we become a team rather than have civil wars raging here, for then we become the weakes links. Think about that.

Lyrics came out and as they did a layer of ice seemed to form apoun them as they were thundered smoothly and cooly. But her words were serious and her point was across easily, this was obvious. 'pendages lashed the air half her bodice height and she turned sharply apoun her haunches and pranced back toward their noble lord. Nodding to him, she turned and stood beside him on the hill top overlooking their harem in the valley below. Surely they would rule over the lands, defeat all of the other alliances. She knew no chance did they stand against them if they deafeated every lord and captured their femmas, until one day, they ahd every dark femm in the lands, and they would kill all, and make all other studs bow before them. he and she. yes, great plans could be made, if team efforts were held to strengthen all of their harem. One day, her plans may just become a reality.

[Kemo r]

ooc:
Eclipse hun no1 can c ppl in forbidden love, its a part of the thing. Only the one that is confeesed to or about will know

[positive]

The bay wench stood upright. Her pilalrs dragged under her. She looked back and forth, when had these other bytches gotten here. She threw a look at each of them, orbs cold calculating them. She hadheard of these fights. Her harks lay flat on her skull. She snorted and waited. When would these fights start?

The vixen looked at Sashe. She sneered and looked at the black bytches. She looked at them, they were younger, swifter, but Ori possibly had the advantage over them. She would use it against them in a fight. She was older, and possibly strong. She would wait. Wait and see. For the mean time, she would stand in the back. but she felt anger flash through her as the apparent Alphess of the Lands spoke, her voice like graited cheese, all of them. Like rocks on glass. She snorted and spoke softly, four words, but enough to fill the gap,

Shut the Hell up.

[hannah]

Time turns along in this wretched land.Ah, so she was not to start such fight, but merely quiet until spoken to.Huntress left facial to hollow formation in timing of the request, but when was one to come?Labrums unfolded in swivet of the delay,but of what purpose did it serve? Time was only the tarry until awaited death,the awaited time.Not to imminent battles,of course, but part of the shadowed land,the grave awaited. To give such up to one earning dignity in such was not as she thought if any other along were to even understand.

"I never said of such to claim you as one but only stating of you,Sashe, not worthy in such title. But of what do you prove in such anger shown?"

Shank swept to cunning skim of wood,auricles to be cloaked in matted form of tassels enduced by such movment and scructure gathering in supple frame. Though echoe of bruthen went to notice, it was of scent that led to matter of which he spoke.One not acknowledged,perhaps not of worthy, but she led elsewhere.Curvature was entangled by creeping brush only to dwell in such realm of darkened mesh.But of what were the others to blon in such place?They seemed to form Sashe in such way that he too came to differ though equality was once shared through the two.He used to be of the hollow,the shadowed,cursed.But not the beast of Hell,not the fire within but the cold torment of lost lust and unforgiven past.Was all lost?That was of question in many time ago,but shattered once more to the awakening of such.

Ah, but came another essence of such bitch,one who held dominance, fitting in such royal position.Honers were flexed in crisp wording o come from one beleived to be in battle,but not of the first.Scription was amusing,even bringing trace of such smug appearance of sneer to facet of the vix,but no tale was to be missed.Such detail was to be satisfying to those of simple mind, but perhaps grasped by those of Sashe and herself. Of such civil wold bring shame to the she of word. Hah, but did she not think it through? Of what grief would be brought to the battle of other? Had she only spew of such rivary between the herem all would bring to sufficient conclusion.But of the authority in other,they were weak,powerless,had the wench come to the aid of wit? She would lead to slaughter, but she had no such authority to bring along such lead. She remained to only the guidance of Sashe, and to no other.

"Foolish you be for such shame of word for do you not see the way?You have no word to keep so leave it be."

[Grace]

OoC|| Aww, you taunt my Grace, Sashe. xD If she were human, she'd wear extremly tall high heels to make up for her shortness.
By the way, I can't find my muse. Anyone want to help me look...?

BiC||

<sup>Bored pools grazed over Sashe's bulking frame as he stood before her. Yes, he towered over her, but she met his gaze with one of disinterest.

"As you wish, My Lord... A high position in your harem is to be greatly treasured."

Tones were cold and dull, bringing no sort of emotion in them. Whipcord slapped against her canvas, orbs slitering over to her opponents. Her thirst would soon be filled. Her craving would soon be settled. Crimson liquid would be spilled for all to see upon the loam.

A wicked chuckle pours freely from her lips, but it faded as she listened to the words of Eclipse. The wench always seemed to want things her way. Grace snorted somewhat, thorns pinned to her skull. Oh well, she would have to bear it for the time being.

Let the games begin...</sup>[/sup]

[Sashe cant login]

Dome swiveld to the side upon the reslease of his leads words, lappets leaning twards the poll instantly. A light sence was projected, the banch trying to remain welcoming yet challenging. The two were not to be mixed, make up your mind minx. Cords collided with the geo as the presence of the alabastar one drew to the shoulder, a single rumble of greeting mutterd. A sly grin crossed the facet, the smudge of an expression shifting to a scorn abruptly. The ringing of insults were humorus, he could not deney. But to speak such to one above was pathetic, no he would not have it. Jawls parted, enamels snapping togeather. A scalding crack sounded, the feral hiss following the outburst. Dial bobbed upwards as he decipherd each back snap of the femms, it would be wise to hold the thoughts directed to one above. He would clown Eclipse upon a later date, the thoughts sprawled containing laughter, mockery. Jawls parted, tones of masked annoyance spilling foward, the bickering was rising once more.

Wenches know your role, you are not to back talk any above you pathetic ranking of the moment. Hannah you are to battel grace first, Ori you shall stay here and wait for the victor to come fetch you. Eclipse, please bring your words to a brief pause, commotion rising. I do not want to hear a single tone of gruff summoning, I will not hesitate to help you learn your place also. Now go, dont waste the time given, femms desperce.

Jawls clanked togeather, towers twisting to the scalp in a furry of annoyance, always bickering. Like two siblings left alone they all were, without the damn maturity of a young adult. This all will change, so soon. Perhapse a trip to the whipping stone, to be left with one far more rancid than he. Glare shifted to Hannah, nares flaring as the braces moved into step. But he did not move foward, but turned away from the group before, cords snapping against the hardend geo. Dont test me wenches, it would indeed be a battel you cannot win. Does one wihs to challenge my ranking? Challenge the title marreing thy dubbance? You may, just step a bit closer, close enaugh so I can truley see the veins throb a the rush falls to the geo, so I can watch your downfall.

ooc: Yeah I cant login, idk it dun like proboards. I just reposted, sum1 or well an admin needs to delete my first post. This is short but i gotta start unpacking xD Lmao hannah did the wait kill you? Grace you dont have to have fancy moves and such, just try your best.

[Grace]

OoC|| Yes.. thank you Sashe. I hope your comp will let you log in again.
I'll be working on meh postie Hannah,