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Post by aphotic on Nov 6, 2005 21:18:49 GMT -5
Slunking throuh the shadows the bay body pressed against the obscured backround, faded into the night, all was unseen all but the chrome that glowed through the dark. Limbs propelled the physique into a beat of two as veiwing picked up another creature slithering through the herbage. The sky boomed as a bolt of lightning ran across the ozone. She keep on until the small animal darted under some. A sigh errupted from her nefarious inlet and she stalked out of the wooded area. Quickly she glimpsed over the land for others and when her veiwing showed none she heaved another sigh and rocked back onto her haunches. Fores clung to the air and a exclaim flew from her maw to enter any worthy stallions lobes. As she landed upon the flooring of hell's attic a bolt raced across the sky again and faded as a smirk formed on her lips. Her dark frame pressed against the scenery only thing seen was the chrome. The rain discontinued and the clouds moved on, the sun started to come through and little of the scenery was lit.
[sorry it's so short and crappy...I'm tired and hungry...hmmm I smell food....hehe g2g]
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Post by elende on Nov 7, 2005 20:48:26 GMT -5
The moon glared down upon the equine of the valley. Peaking shadily from behind long dark clouds, her stare was harsh and hostile tonight. The stars were hidden, perhaps scared off by the moons seemingly fowl mood or perhaps veiled by the haunting clouds. The wind was loud and hissed violently, biting at the hides of the valley dwellers, mocking their discomfort. The wind also conducted a beautiful dance, done by the tall grasses of the meadow and the tall ancient arboretums of the old growth forests. Many of the leaves had already fallen from the tall branches, but the ones who hadn’t flew wildly on the currents, dancing a dance all their own, to a completely new song that only they heard, though it complimented the performance of the swaying grasses below.
The brush and trees seemed to bow as he passed. His muscles worked hard, flexing and bulging, pushing and pulling helping him to press forward. His breath came slowly and with a steady cadence, but it was hard and forced as his chest rose and sank in a rhythm all his own. A scowl rode his handsome features, his brow was furrowed and his eyes narrowed. It seemed that perhaps he had no ears as they lay so closely against his skull they almost melted against it. His tail was pinned tightly against his body, though the long flowing parts did exactly that, flew behind him as he moved with an angry speed through the thick forest. His daggers hit the earth with hate and they left deep prints in the soft earth. Though they didn’t look much like horses prints as he moved in a way that they were smeared and it really just looked like a stampede had just gone thru there. His silken hide of ebony was damp with sweat, and his legs were painted softly with mud.
The wind seemed to pick up more and more until its howl was too loud to speak over, it seemed to feed off of his mood, as did the moon. Its scream filled the valley and it continued to grow louder and harder until he burst from the trees when it stopped all together.
Its odd how evil works. How one evil thing can feed another without having any real power over it at all. He came to an abrupt halt just outside the ancient wood. The tall grass of the meadow grazed his muscular shoulder and his ears shot forward. Here is where he had entered the valley, in a happier day. The day he fell in love and was ripped from it all at once. He despised this place and swore he would never return. He turned his massive cranium quickly over his right shoulder, muscles again flexing and springing up all about his ripped body. His vicious gaze landed upon a beautiful vixen. His breath stopped momentarily and without thought he moved towards her. His head was high as he floated through the meadow in her direction. The fact that another stallion was already there was completely irrelevant at this time.
His eyes moved over her elegant body. She was leggy, tall for her breed but held the delicate frame of an Arabian. But she wasn’t weak as he thought they all were, her body was built for endurance and fighting perhaps. Her hide was the deepest of bays, and the strong smell of death rode on her breath. He was mesmerized. He walked slowly, taking time to observe her on his way to her side. Once he reached her he stopped, his gaze steadily held hers and no words were spoken. A slight smirk rest upon his wildly handsome features, danger and lust rest there as well. He never once glanced at the second stallion, but kept him in sight incase he was crazy, or felt the need to protect this mare as his already.
His mood had changed quickly and so had the atmosphere. The wind had settled, seemingly relaxed and at ease that this dark lord had found a moment of contentment. The moon’s stare looked a bit softer but still on edge, and a gentle breeze blew by as if the earth sighed with relief. He still said nothing, in awe of her beauty and the obvious craving for death that she had. It silenced him when normally he would have said something crude and taken her as his so quickly that she had no choice. She was different. She would be his queen if things went right. That same dangerous smirk hung upon his face still, and his eyes moved over her body always resting on her eyes, searching her soul or lack there of…
"lo wench"
ooc:
matt dear u may remove your post. you need to hand over soem femms too lmao
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Post by aphotic on Nov 27, 2005 0:10:36 GMT -5
Deep mahogany pools captured the two savages and there movements, taking in the structure and movement. As glance was caught by the second to arrive she stared into his pools as though trying to read something beyond them. She looked to the other who had rather then inquire but demand her signature and she fell silent before looking to the second again who discontinued his, what you may call, journey and parted his lips to form a sentence if you will. "Salutations gentlemen," sly smirk crept onto her lips as she paused to look at both. "I am Romance. More is titled to I but that you shall not be aknowledged with, not yet anyway." She blankly stared at them until her neck formed a hook and seductive pools sparkled with trouble and a devilish smirk took the place of the other that had previously formed. Slight scheme played in her mind as she waited for more utterance to be made among the trio. Perhaps utterance would contain inquires or titles. time would tell as the silence was broke by one's parted lips giving birth to the ice-breaking rumors.
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