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Post by fury on Sept 27, 2005 20:33:30 GMT -5
White bod slipped into veiw,flames of white colour burning within.
Locks blew about wildly.Optics scanned the lythosphere boredly.No one.Not a creature in sight.Banner whipped her sides harshly...
Locks of crimson red played along her nape as it arched elegantly.Orbs were showing lonelyness and her nares flared deeoky.Auds pricked forward,she was alert to any sound that would come.She threw her dial and let it fall dow,liking the way her forlock went up and down.Colorless peltry glimmered quite brightly and she w hinnyed loudly,hoping for a stag to come.
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Post by sweetmemories on Sept 27, 2005 21:10:31 GMT -5
<<Is she light or dark?>>
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Post by fury on Sept 28, 2005 16:13:25 GMT -5
Erm...Put it this way:Find out!!!hehe!
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Post by lupa on Sept 28, 2005 18:21:01 GMT -5
As the grotto shroud of satin proportions cloaked the land in its hollow embrace an ebonite sire of similar tone entered the barren wasteland to find a bytch he found suitable to be called Baronessa of his lands dubbeth Lemora.
Long strands of raven locks tusseled to and fro as they hung limply against the bust steed's serpintine. Behind the foretressing laid generously between duo honers lay striking, hawk-like opticals dead set for trouble. The muffled thuds of flints striking geo echoed effortlessly about the silent land.. almost too silent. Breaking the eery still with an acute snort the brute announced his presence while rising to his well muscled haunches, elevating his upper torso into the atmos while braces scathed the air in an effort to seemingly defeat an invisible opponent. Within seconds his graph came crashing down to the loam with a jarring existance of which the ochre beneath their pedistals seemed to quake with fear of the massif giant equi.
Pleased with his display greatly, the heathen treaded forth just to notice a lone harlot in a corner seemingly to pick at the emerald stalkings.. he knew better than that. Arching his cerebrum he lofted the core, tightly winding himself into a ball of energy, imposing indeed his figure was from topline to feathered flints, he was no force to be reckoned with by any means. Once subtle globes sparked to phyry embers awaiting the fueled desire his dismal chasm desired in earnest.. he yearned for hatred, he fed off of it.. and this femme would prove hopefully of quality.. if not, perhaps he should beat her... then that would surmise.. a baritoned cackle scorched the aura about the duet.. calloused lips parted to speek in a low pitched rumble.
Perhaps here i find a tramp to suit my every needs? What be your dubbing... speak it now wenchet, or shall you ever be nameless. My dubbance be that of Shalimar, ruler of Lemora, land of ice one could say. But the strongest exist there, do you find yourself fit? Do you? If not, say such now, i dare not waste my breath on the likes of a weakling.
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Post by fury on Sept 28, 2005 20:17:13 GMT -5
Fae of pearled peltry lipped at the blades boredly,banner flicking the bother some flies away.She arched her boa and bit at them,killing off some and spitting their bodys to the lythosphere,snorting at the horrid taste,though it didn't bother her munch.She dipped her crainia back down,chewing the blades boredly.
She heard footfalls...They got louder,and louder...A Shire of sorrel colouring misted into veiw.She watched interestedly,orbs endlessly emotionless.He ran to her,and spoke:
Perhaps here i find a tramp to suit my every needs? What be your dubbing... speak it now wenchet, or shall you ever be nameless. My dubbance be that of Shalimar, ruler of Lemora, land of ice one could say. But the strongest exist there, do you find yourself fit? Do you? If not, say such now, i dare not waste my breath on the likes of a weakling.
He had spoke harshly,as though she was the very dirt he walked and trampled on.She snorted.He was Dark,no doupt about it.Libias curled to bear her teeth.
Don't speak to me like that!
Her lyrics snarled at him,tones icy and cold.She wasn't going to be spoken to like that,like she was his waste.She spoke again.
And I be White Fury,if you must know.Get that right too!
Her vocals let the words slip away from her grasp,nares flaring.Her orbits bore into his,deadly as she gazed deeply into them.She had forgotten something...
Weakling...He had called her a weakling!He would pay for that!She screamed,rearing up to her shanks,eyes flashing dangerously.Daggers cut through the air cleanly and she landed with a hard crash,ivories bared as she looked at the bruten.
Do not call me a d*mned weakling!
Her voice slithered away,words clear,tone low and deadly,banner still as she resisted not to fight the flies.This was a stag,indeed.He dared call her a weakling again?She would find out...
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Post by lupa on Sept 29, 2005 19:18:10 GMT -5
Kissers twisted to a wry smirk at her childish explosion, her mindless tantrums were rather amusing to one of his stature, not in the least opposing. Does she need a spanking? One could hope so.. or perhaps not, she seems immature.. yet, could he mold her darkened mind? Twist and and tweek it to perfection? Dare he waste such time on a lost cause though...
Shrugging and shifting his cumbersome mass the giant cocked 'is hind legging, piqued interest lay to the femme before him, her tantrum finished, and she spent he then made a motion foreward.
Crania tilting slightly he sized her frame up.. her exasperated existance known he chuckled heartily, baritones waivering in the chilled atmos. Optics of amber pooling narrowed in an instant to identical expressionless holes. An empty vox echoed out of his empty chasm.
Bitch, by know you should know well enough as a darkling, childish tantrums lay behind.. for that is a weak display. My inklings of your weakling status have been confirmed... perhaps you are not what you seemed. May you prove me otherwise... er.. what was it.. Fury? Yes yes.... Fury.. how doubtly dubbed you are harlot.. indeed. Oh, and i will call you whatever i want, whenever i choose to, perhaps you forget that you are lesser in size than that of i, nothing you may do could inflict worrisome sores upon my bodice. Try as you might, die in the fight.
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Post by dakota on Sept 29, 2005 20:06:45 GMT -5
VALENTINE tried to ignore the loud voices of the other equines as she sauntered through the claiming grounds, wandering aimlessly. one of them was masculine and scournful, the other feminine and angry. yet she seemed to be getting no where. she should know, though. ones like that were hard to reason with, she did seem pretty inexperienced though. perhaps she would be better suited to the lighter side? VALENTINE chuckled to herself, amused. but their voices did not cease. she became annoyed, her harks lacing into her tangled locks. she tried to push them out of her mind.
as she continued her journey the melodics of the pair of equines continued to bother her. she altered her path slightly so she was now headed towards them.
as they entered her line of vision the thing that caught her gaze was the bastard. he was a draft, like she, she wasen't sure of the blood. perhaps shire? she wasen't great with breeds. he was a tall one, and quite a looker at that. but that only distracted her for a moment from her task at hand. the ess was pallid of hue, standing lower than both the bastard and herself. but he, SHALIMAR as he called himself, was taller than the both of them.
VALENTINE was a gypsy vanner of fairly unusal coloring. instead of the usual ivorn splattered with lucid, she was the deep color of the earth with varied ivorn patches. her tresses were lucid and the same with her mid-appendages. as you may have guessed, she has broken many a heart in her life.
"Shut up!"
finally reaching her destination, VALENTINE did what she had come to do.
[tis crappy. oh well, i need something to do.] |
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Post by lupa on Sept 29, 2005 20:16:39 GMT -5
Fused mind was intangled with that of the alabaster harlott in front of he, were yet ANOTHER dared to come forth without permission and DARED to speak? And speaking of such a duo syllable had managed to pique his patience with the lot of them. For an equine of his mass, he was surely swift on his feet for within an instant his incisors had scornfully latched to the rump of the insolent gypsy bitch.. her bloodline was quite a folly, gypsys were nothing but mutts of every sort.
Ivories clenched nared her so that a bald spot remained on her oh so perfectly unmarred ebony patch after the dentines receaded. Retreating as to avoid any endulgances he hastily spat the fur out with distaste, yet the smug look resided on his mug as the audits plastered to his skull daring either to make a mockery of he.
[short also, but i said my point.]
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Post by dakota on Sept 29, 2005 20:30:47 GMT -5
well, it isn't like she expected to be welcomed. harks return to lucid mass of locks. a hind appendage struck out at him, but missed. serpentine is extended toward him, jaws open. her ivories snapped together in warning, her serpentine re-coiling. of course, she also hadn't expected him to be polite. labrums part, vocals rining out a tune.
"Watch it."
VALENTINE uttered but two hostile words. as you may have noticed, she isn't much of a talker. but it sure seemed like he was, which was the reason she had so daintily intruded upon their little gathering. you'd think she'd leave now, right? no, she'd much rather stick around.
VALENTINE stepped back out of his range of fire incase he decided to attack again. usually she was sensible, but her temper had sent her slightly off course. [-murders post to death- i'm really sorry...] |
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Post by fury on Sept 30, 2005 17:42:08 GMT -5
Libias curled.This stag was not what he seemed,yet still,she liked pain.She wouldn't mind if she died.When he said she was something that would die in a fight with him,she snorted,quite amused,although she would speak this time.
Try to kill me then.
Plait whipped her sides and she circled him,she was vunrable now,yet she had quicker reflexs than this giant.She was smaller and more agile,and she may taunt him if she please.No,she wasn't a weakling,but still,if he was going to act this way,she would stop.Yes,annoying him with his own words at her side.What a way,what a way.
She stayed silent,and let her orbits bear into his,neverending and careless.She looked at him,coldly and with the looks of deepest loathing.
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Post by aly on Oct 1, 2005 14:02:28 GMT -5
Apon hearing the noises from the robusk crowd he carried himself towards the others on ebon daggers while they emmited a loud sound.He stopped halfway as his generator thudded thinking...what should he do?
Would he interfeire?
Crimson cloaked stallion hauled bodice towards them once again.He made no stoping.Orbs scanned as they stuck still on them.Slowly but surley he neared.
A shrill incaseany attacks were emmited to him in warning.Carefull he was for no sores would be inflicted apon him.He carried his auds staright up...no thoughts of biting the others would come to their minds.
He decided hew ould wait for them to say something...so he did.
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