Darkness creeps in 'pon the land

[Sayuri]

Six humans trapped by happenstance
In black and bitter cold
Each one possessed a stick of wood
Or so the stories told.

Their dying fire in need of logs.
The first woman held hers back
For on the faces round the fire
She noticed one was black.

Bytch of darkness creeped in 'pon the land,seekers of crimson hue drifting boringly o'er the terrain.gaze was directed behind her,had her new master not come?had he lefty her to come to these lands alone?abandoned?cephal shook riding it of such light filth.enlargening barrel swayed slightly as flints paced on the dirt strewn topo.

The next man looking cross the way
Saw one not of his church,
And couldn't bring himself to give
The fire his stick of birch.

The third one sat in tattered clothes
He gave his coat a hitch.
Why should his log be put to use
To warm the idol rich?

low nicker escaped her trap cacked with crimson,as she called for her king.a wave of pain spread throughout her bodice.she knew it was getting close to the time of wich she would deliver her foal.how would she explain to her new master that she was inseminated with another's foal?that her first would not be with him?the truth was she was pregnant with her old master's foal,who after finding out she was pregnant banished her from his harem.she had come 'pon these lands,meeting up with Elende,her love,her master.

The rich man just sat back and thought
Of the wealth he had in store,
And how to keep what he had earned
From the lazy,shiftless poor.

The black man's face bespoke revenge
As the fire passed from his sight,
For all he saw in his stick of wood
Was a chance to spite the white.

Ripple of pain serged through her bodice,she collapsed 'pon the topo,breathing hevily.it was time,she knew but she didnt want to leave at least not without her lord knowing where she had gone to.she could not stay here any longer for this was not the proper place to deliver her foal.she got to her feet,pistons wobbling slightly as she moved into a brisk trot,whinny engulfing every crevice of the land before she disappeared into the foliage.

And the last man of this forlorn group
Did naught except for gain.
Giving only to those who gave
Was how he played the game.

The logs held tight in death's still hands
Was proof of human sin.
they didn't die from the cold without,
They died from the cold within.

[Sequin]

ooc: im posting ina sec xD

[elende]

A break to the wrist
A crick in the neck
You remain torn and frayed
So you have come
My entrence delyed

So the wench had left to finish her period of whelp, bring to life the ones residing benith her flesh. Elende moved through the thick slowly, slowly but surley. Cords snapped togeather, lashing at the thick flank of the bruten. So he had missed the damn intervel of heat infested wenches, oh he was sure there were still a few keeping up the act. He may totter off, growing bored. Femms with young seem to remain over protected, the lords needs cast aside. Oh but his shant be tossed, you serve me banch, serve me yes. Elende would await the femmas arrival, waiting ever so paitiently. So you have chosen to keep the spawn of a fools? A fool banishing over his sinful deed? I belive kill it now, or leave it alone. Dropping it off in the lands of foal, let some other banch pick up the broken.

Corpse of black
That is thy coating
Black as thy heart
Black as thy mind
So you wish to sift through it
Play games with me?
Let the good times roll
Let the rouge follow
Dont be a stranger
You can start
I may follow.

Titaniums stamped the geo, slaughtering the rancid with his horrid signature, creeping through the lands of his own rulence. How much longar would he wait until he left to snatch up another? Hmm, foolish thought. The relms of such was thriving with new, infested with the whores of the lands. He reached a hault, appex bobbing as he stood in silence. The hisses of a stream was all heard, like a snake deciphering his surroundings, the flicker of the tounge, the quick air to exit. Were was my pathetic banch? The mutt had indeed chosen to take her sweet sweet time......

[Sayuri]

My thoughts today as forever on be twisted and crazed.. what i have endured has not peaked yet, nor will i feel when it drops.. im sinking guys. im sinking again, ive lost my grasp to the chains and binds of hope. i feel numb allover.. death defies me. i cant cry anymore.. no tears. my heart weaps for some one.. of whom i cannot name. of whom i cannot decline.. or whom i dare not speak of ever more.

As if fate, as if wyrd held a noose around my neck and wrung it tight. i can feel the bony fingers clinging to my throat... can you? i cant breathe... i cant speak.. i cant think.. my mind is clouded with noxious smog. can i cut a hole and escape? i dont know. i cant think. i cant breathe.

Huntress of darkness stalked into the lands that she now resided.small filla staggered in beside her.dome turned,smirk plastered ‘pon her freshly stained mug.seekers,gazed o’er her filla’s petite frame,a low wheezing traveled to her honers.she placed a nip ‘pon the filla’s soft flesh.features became stern as she journeyed onward.questions filled her cephal but she pushed them aside,dome held aloft,banner of pure ebon trailing in the light breeze,ribbons cascading ‘round her delicate,perfectly chizeled dome.

to shoot. to kill. to kill one you know.. to one you befriended. to one you trusted. to lose the bond, to break free. do you fall? or do you flee. what is justice? but a mere piece of string. to fray at a moments notice.. to tear at a seconds ring.as wyrd was a crazy plot the divine use to counteract of measures.. of what we know, of what we learn. can we escape? can we survive? who knows but none i see.

i went to four months therapy .. the bitch therapist just sat there. and looked at me. as if i was a caged animal, that she could probe. and dart when she willed. no, i wont go, they cant make me. bushido will take me before she gets her claws around me. and her drugs constrict me.. im gone, ive lost hope. save me.. save me! save me? can you? will you? could you? how? never.


Mug parted,hymes of despair seeping out,traveling ‘pon the air to the harks of her new master.So you have finally come.took you long enough.ah but you have probably been wondering where I have been?i have been at the baring caverns.yes yes indeed I was in pregnated bye a filthy piece of trash.a low life but the bastard was of the devils followers.nudging the filla before her she continued speaking.this be my filla,her cursing be Nasmat,unless you wish to call her another.it seems you must be growing bored with my ramblings,speak now,or has the cat gotten your tongue?

Dome flew aloft once more,seekers staring down ‘pon her “master”.malicious smirk spread smuggly accross her features,that were normally hard and expressionless,yes shewas being unruly,stepping out of place,but who cared?she didnt it was in her nature in her blood to be cruel,to take chances,to be unruly,she was only being true to who she really was.she felt the breeze rush bye her,she felt the stinging sensation as her filla’s banner slapped agianst her peds,the pain felt good to her,she quite enjoyed it.she pawed boredly at the dirt strewn topo.bastard I said speak!what has the pussy cat got hold of your tongue and your to cowardly to pull free?have you suddenly lost your voice,or are u to cowardly to speak up,to one such as i?my patience grows thin,speak now!her vocals thundered ‘bout the lands,echoing around them,fading away slowly.smirk faded away as her patience wore away.she sighed heavily,then turned her gaze back 'pon the bruthen before her.

turn off the light, turn on the light. clicking to and fro with its metallic ring. dare its precarious wire fail to bring the light anylonger after being switched so many times? to bring one back from the darkness, as it had done so many times before? How could it? who would expect it.

a deep bottomless pit lives in me. should i lie in one in six feet under? to feel its icy earthen walls surround my corpse? to roam the streets as a lost soul that forgot the way to the otherside? forever locked in an abyssmal appeal.



OOC:omg!!!720 words(nout counting the OCC)!!!sry i wanted to post this just so it was here.

[elende]

So the poor vix cant stand to breath? Blind folded you are, unable to see the masked character, your murdurer. The fingers you feel, the fingers you squirm at, bony and cold, mine. Would you like me to release the boards now? Would you like me to observe your skills at the hang? I belvie not banch, do not test me, do not dare test me. Demonic spawn I am, demonic lord I will forever be. Learn your role, learn it before I smother you in it. Cant you see the leafs falling, flecked with orange and yellow? Fallen leafs, fallen souls. Would you like to be next?

Dial swung, the wordings of the foolish banch enaugh to send him plummeting to the horrid death of rage. Cat got my tounge? Dare I speak to one such as you? Patience? Shut up banch! You are not my equal, I own you. Mine. That little heffar at your side could be gone in seconds, hold your tounge before I rip it out. The hessian rose, to the hinds it was. A flex to the thick flank, his stable place stolen. Fores lashed out, slicing through the thick smog, smog of black directed from the lands of claim. Kemor was there, taking care of the lesser ones. The glare of Elende rested upon Toxic, Toxic hold it now. Do not attract the Czars attention, do not make me smother you to obtain silence. He lunged foward jawls clashign togeather with a defined snap. Appex made its way down to the creature, scent of rouge rising. His wordings slipped slowly, growing in volume.

Oh my dear, the cat has released my tounge for soem time now. You are below me bytch, learn it. Do not speak to me as if you ahve me wrapped, you are nothing more than a thrown out whore. You spent the time of heat in whelp, with a damn spawn that is now even mine. Slut, I belive I have been so very understanding, feeling for your need of young. Do not test me, I will slaughter it if you dare have a breakout as this. To one as you? What are you heffar! I would never lose my voice in your pesence, learn it, live it. Lets hope you have come back ot reality, for your damn sake I hope so.

Lets try this again
What is your name?
Oh lovely
Here is mine
It seems you havent quiet realized were you are
Are you lost?
Damn right you are
Lost in your own infancy
Get up now you bag of bones
Old hag
Rise
Does the damn wrath of thy have your form?
Yes
I do

Elende turned from the doe, looking to the babe the nares flared. A she it was, hmf. It was not of his blood no, a meir member of the herd she shall always be. His to beat, his to scream to, his to ignore. You toxic, you have caused yoru beating. I hope you enjoyed it, I hope you realize it can always continue. Cords snapped at the flank, enamels reaching

[Sayuri]

Grasping to control
I'm falling through the hole
I tried to grab your hand
But you pulled away on command
Now I've fallen
And there's nothing I can do
To stop thinking of you
No matter how I try
My heart tells me to cry
I grow hard from the pain
Each moment away
It's me that you slay
I can't take this anymore
Yet there's nothing but locked doors
No matter where I look
No matter what I do
No matter what I say
My life has gone astray...

Dome held aloft,ribbons cascading ‘round her elagantly chizeled features,the beating did not phase her she infact enjoyed it.the pain coursed through her body slowly fading away.smirk spread ‘cross her features.foolish the bruthen be,did he not see pain to her was like candy to a child,it pleased her ever so.Bastard,did you not make my your Queen?or have your forgotten?do you suffer from short term memory loss?you say you own me but that be not true for I belong to no one.i belong to only one,the ruler of the underworld,Satan.he be my ruler,not you.so what are you going to do now?punish me some more?let me tell you a little secret,the pain you inflict ‘pon me fazes me not,i quite like it actually.she smirked gleefully.

I try to remember your words
I try to keep moving forwards
I'm stuck in place
I can't keep pace
I'm falling behind again
I've lost another friend
I try to understand why
But I just begin to cry
I shed these neverending tears
Simply because I'm too small to face my fears
Without you here forevermore
I feel just like I did before
Empty
Broken
Lost
To you I was an open bookAnd somehow I feel like the crook
Even though you're the one that has stolen
I might as well smoulder...

Dome was thrown aloft,cackle seeping from her diaphram,ribbons streaming back in the sudden gush of breeze,banner flowing out elagantly.she nipped the flank of her young filla,then moved into a lope,her filla,nasmat following close behind her.hooves leaving scattered imprints in the snow,as she traveled onward,o’er hills of snow.she stopped suddenly,breathing heavly,her hot breath showing with every outtake.

No matter how hard I try
I feel so utterly blind
I can't seem to forget you
But I hope it's different for you
Not forgetting brings such pain
And I wish not for our lives to end the same
The best of luck to you
But me? My life has gone askew...

[elende]

Why do you choose to poke and prod. To giggle and snort at my every word. How I love to hate you, how I hate to love you. So you enjoyed my tiny outburst? Such does not surprise me banch, do not scurie away in a fit however. Dont make me put forth effort to console, dont make me. Get your ass back over here, move now.

A smirk pealed upon his facet, the wenches words of no use to him. Poking and prodding, it was what they did. To snatch up the iron rod, jabbing away at their own will. But has this ever crossed your mind heffar? That I just may snap one day? The snap leading to your breaking. Now now lets not fall into such thoughts, to marre the bitch leaves her outof commision, no use to thy needs. You will meet them however, if not free will by force. Yes yes enjoy your play now, the next months shall be in your court. But how spring chooses to sneak up, sneaking up on all. You will be my toy, my puppet. To make move however I damn well please. So you take a dash for it, a smirk plasterd to your facet. So I will follow, I know your games. But perhapse im in a mood to play, so were is the puck? Braces of the hessian began to churn, ink dabbled pelt rippling upon the usage of the thick muscel benith. Tendons tightening, snapping the joints up to enforce movemt. Like a well tuned insturment, the cords being struck. Appex bobbed upwards, a lowly rumble emerging. He was not apologizing at all, hah the thoughts never crossing his mind. He moved foward, cords snapping against the cold geo below. Foliage of the warm hues lay benith, crushed by the peds trampleling over. A splurg of energy rushed through the veins of the bruten, a wild gate taken. Dial thrashed, an arch to the boa as he lunged foward, the lunge begining the wrecklace surge twards the two.

Stop your ways now
It is time to play
Leave your fucking young alone
The young that should not even be alive
No she is not of my blood
No I may not ever raise her
She is a member of the herd
Dont baby her
Stop your ways now
Ways of concealence
I see right thorugh you
As you me
It is time to play

The rise and fall, appendeges compleating the task of movment. The hard clumps of clay resting at the tail of his path, like a commet the debrese flew behind. A hiss erupted from his vocals, the onyx shaded one passing the banche. Oh but this was no pass, for he was moving head on to the barrel. It would seem the czar would crash into the doe, but the bruten did not. Hinds began to coil, but he did not slow. The hinds thumped harder, the hot breath of the steed spreading upon the flesh of the nymph. Fores began to rise, a leap for the other side was snatched. He landed with a twist, the appendeges moving smoothly. Cords tangled and snapped behind him, a banner of smog it was. He did not slow, a beckon for follow eruppting. Appex thrashed with the lust for rouge, he would recive it soon. A sudden thrust of the fores sent him skidding to a hault, rump curling under. Braces leaned from their bent positions, the hessian taking a stand befor his land. Dial began to drop foward, to the stalks below, ivories ripping at the emerald spikes.

ooc: done

[Sayuri]

smirk never left her facet,she knew her actions were disrespectful,but who the hell cared?she sure didnt,she was only being herself,if her “master” thought she was some cowering banche who would follow every command given to her,he was wrong,for her mood may have been different when he claimed her,but only because she was in foal.she surged onward,the energy that had welled up within her releasing.she loped onward,not knowing were she was going.dome turned every now and then making sure her young was following close behind.as she turned her dome,something caught her attention,she turned her dome more so as to see better.she caught sight of her “master” gaining ground fast,surging after them.she smirked she could run forever,the sight of him catching up did not surprise her,it only made her pick up speed.she nickered loudly,then surged forward,tendonds eating up the ground with each long elagant stride.

Theres nothing to look forward to,
Nothing to look back on.
Nothing that will make me happy.
Nothing, I'm all that fond.
I guess it's just something I have to deal with,
What the hell to do other than that?
I wish I could've pushed them in the dirt.
On their faces I could've spat.
Yet, I'm too much of a whimp.
Just oh-so weak.
I'm either ignored or picked on.
The feeling painful and meak.
They all just need to get a life,
Pick on someone who cares.
I wouldn't mind sitting all to my lonesome,
Casting heart-broken stares.

Breath coming in pants,showing in the chilled atmos,she was slowing and she knew it.soon the brute would be upon her,she was not used to this much endurance.she was tired,she would let him inflict pain ‘pon her.pain was her second nature,she loved it and it loved her.she was now moving in a fluent trot,she could feel the hot breath of the brute ‘pon her rump,she felt him easing up alongside her.the next minute she felt a cold breeze as he sailed o’er her.she stopped abrubtly,not knowing if he meant to land on her or simply sail o’er her.she stood stock still,debris scattered across her pelt in clumps.

[elende]

It seems your presence has fled from my sight

Mug once rummaging through the stalks pullled away slowly, shakels smacking the hinds. Nares flared, thorns lacing. He had grown bored with this company, he wished for another reside. Labriums curled, a twisted look of anger forming. The wench had ignored his prods for action, for a childish play. Fine banch, if you choose to be a lag then why dont I bring in another to spice things up hmm? Yes yes sounds marvelious. Nares flared, thick tendrels of the serpintine region brushes aside by a smack of kaze. A low gnareld rumble sounded, form shifting to the placement of direction his femma still laid. He began to move foward once more, a slow lope taken. He would leave to gather two more, two only. He would not be some collector of gems, he already possesed the riches he wished of. Occuli narrowed, like a feline the colored portion stood vertivally in the ebon pool. A smirk curled, arriving behind the wench a stiff snap to the rump was lain. He moved from behind quickly, a jumpy trot it was. Cords slapped the flesh of the essa as he moved from behind, attention curving in searchof the filla. So were had the doe trailed off to? Jawls slung ajar, wordings seeping through like poison from a vile.

Femma you are begining to loose attraction to thy occuli. I am to leave to fetch another in soon timing, but not to replace. Be on your toes doll, for one may show to nock them off

He hissed in a snickering tone, ivories clanking togeather with a well defyned sence of pride. Peds began to sink into the damp geo, a trickel of liquid emerging from the clear above. A tiny shower, a dribble of cool. What would become of theese lands, what would become of the three resides as of now. Would titles shift, words of rage whipping?

Now I may flee from yours

ooc: done sry suckeh, not much for me to reply to -pokes- poop face

[Sayuri]

I come from the past.
I eat the night.
I knew you when you were young.
I tell you my story.
But I sleep with a gun

Dome was held aloft, ribbons limply framed delicately chiseled crania. Pools eyed her ‘master’ in the distance, she could see a look of boredom ‘pon his rugged, handsome features. She was unaware of her filla leaving her side, for her gaze was transfixed ‘pon the muscular frame of the bronc she belonged to. Something kept nagging at her, but she did not know what it could possibly be. It slipped away every time she reached for it, it was always out of reach, but always there. Rays of the rising sun beat down weakly ‘pon her, soon the heat would be gone.

This is my night, this is your night.
I’m a black walker, babe.
Touch me softly and you get a fright.
The stars are holes in the sky.

Seekers watched as the brute approached, she fought back the urge to nicker in greeting, this was not like her, it was as if something inside her had snapped, had changed. Harks laced to her dome as he placed a nip ‘pon her rump, she wheeled around, enamels exposed as she nipped him on his shoulder harshly. She stepped back, harks unlacing as his rumble was caught. So he wants to leave me does he? Losing attraction to me is he? Well I will have to do something about that now wont I? Serpentine extended, small loving nip was placed ‘pon his boa, she began to circle him, devilish smirk ‘pon her facet, she murmured quietly to herself then, stopped in her tracks, serpentine extending once more trap gently caressing his sleek muscular boa.

The moon is a thorn in the dark.
It drips with light.
Give me the knife.
Let’s cut out our eyes.

She drew back instantly, what was wrong with her? This was totally not like her at all, but then suddenly it hit her. Recognition had finally dawned on her, she dare she say it loved this brute. She couldn’t let him leave, to bring back another or more. At least not without him knowing, knowing how she felt, how this feeling had been nagging at her since she had first meet him. Slowly she edged closer to him, so her body was aligned with his, her mug was nest to his hark, a low hymn seeping from her chasm. I love you. Her tones were warm and affection, totally unlike her normal vocals that were stern and cold.

Yeah, this is your night, this is what’s right.
I’m a black walker, babe.
Brush my lips and I bleed you white

OOC:ish not a poop face!!

[elende]

What is this?
The minx cracking?
How odd....
How odd I fall to the same fate
Like a sence of dejavu
Femm I hold the same.

How can I mop up this mess? Look what has become of my form, melting away by the seering touch of..well you. The pluck of enamels left a trickel of rouge moving down the alabastar shoulder, a smirk folding. Feisty, he wouldnt have it any other way. Harks laced then snapped back, entertained by the femm as she reacted to his horrid sence of humor. You are mine to tease, mine to poke. Cant you see? I do as I please. But one will be added to the minx upon this date, one my dear. Attention drawing twards hte cavern fro one reason, a reason all brutes posses. Incubators, he needed one. A little dog with appealing features, to enforce the spread of hislines. Call his horrid, call it crude. I call it natural, as natural as it gets. Dome bobbed, fore appendage swiveling as the ped pawed at the geo.

Now you have done it
Now you have soiled my attitude
Forming a strong latch
Forming a bind I cannot excape
Look what I have done
Inserted the key to finish
Look what we've done

The lazed gaze of the hessian slowly churned as the nip was palced, the femm churning her pose. To tempt, he could not bear it. So you have found a weakness, found a button. Perhapse you have just uncoverd many, whipping off the veil sheilding such. Affection, somthing he rarely had recived. His dam showing such at times, sire the same. But this was different, from one other. Tiny tingels inside began to peice the flesh, like a million little chanting minions. Like he had just been called to play, called to play after sitting the bench the whole season. Kleets stepping upon the turf as he strutted with pride, excitment. Three fingers meeting the terrian as the play was called, the ball slipping to the fingers. Jawls opened, his reply moving foward. My queen you know of my affection, I will return shortly
He nudged the femm once more as he began to take his leave, the gate slow as collected. Serpintine remained arched and extended, cords snapping at the hocks as his presence left the banche.

[Sayuri]

OOC:gonna be real crappy and short but hey,ur leavin anyway so who cares.

BIC:He is still going to leave me?leave me all alone, even after i told him how i really feel?all he does is brush me off and tell me he loves but says he going to find another? still i guess in a way i should be greatfull that he is not leaving me for good.
thoughts passed through the banch's mind, she mulled o'er a few thoughts as she watched Elende slowly move away. moving into a trot, she caught up with him, gently caressing his serpentine, in goodbye.

trap parted low affectionete tunes carried on the wind to his harks.I'll miss you my love.return quickly. pools stared after the bronc she had grown to love so dearly, she turned away for now he was gone, gone to find another. sadness engulfed her, tears slide down her dome, was she not good enough for him? was she that bad that he wished for another to replace her? was she simply a toy to him, a worthless toy that he tossed away once he had had his fun? she knew not the answer to any of these questions she only knew she loved him, and hoped he felt the same.

gaze was sent about the loam, she saw her filla in the far off distance, sniffing curiously at a baby rabbit. loud nicker erupted from her chasm as she called for your young babe.

[Sequin]

ooc: kk