Life Protector Palmeta

[palmeta]

The foliage rattled a swarthy figrue russled 'mong the realm of Lemora. Huge paws stepping one in front of the other, claws projected out. Small purs and hisses were heard but were not reconized by whom or what was commited to them. Glowers focused on his pray to lung forward at, it was time for him to make his point that he was Eledies and his bands gaurdian. Snearing and his porcelian whiskers strucken tightly out totally contrasting with his contexts ebony color. The snow turned crimson with each and everyone of his terrifying steps. Paws were scard with holey patched that were pricked to death by sticks and bones. Worn down from his travels they were chapped, blood was now able to burst out from his padded protectors. Muscle ripplied under his talcum night washed jacket, sheding many tuff of fur, wrapping was not able to keep a neat order from his many grusome battles.

So this is of the senctuary I have been born and missioned to to protect? What a place to be at.

Spying through the bushed like a bounty hunter golden sight lines were the only thing visable through the bushes. Nervously he placed one massive paw out infront of the bush and then rattled the rest of his way out. The branches dug deep into his cat like frame punctering his skin to nothing but of a raw state. Cringing in pain this place was already up against his presance, what would he have to do to gain of its respect? Alowing a raspy cough escape from his squared shaped mug he showed his long 4 inch fangs. fallowing that was a mighty roar that lead to his call to go and find that of his pray, Elendie. With ambition he padded his way 'cross the lithosphere long snake like tail waving and dragging 'pon the vegetation behind him.

Come on now Elendie show yourself to me! We must aline and be that of friends, for i am the gaurdian of your barren shrine!

OOC: this tis my 1st gaurdian posteh!

[guardian]

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.

Charcoal stained huntress lurked within the shadows, slits of greenish tint aglow as they surveyed the lands of Lemora. Large pads imprinted the snow strewn topo, as the feline of panther decent slowly crept from the shadows that shielded her massive frame. Gaze was sent upwards, slits gazing at the descending sun, that filled the darkening sky with many shades of red, purple, and goldish orange. The feline weaved her way through the towering cliffs, the icy snow numbing her worn pads. She had been born to these lands of Lemora, titled to be the mate of the guardian. As a young cub she had desisted her future position, but now, now she honored it she was filled with pride at having been chosen to fulfill such a requirement.

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.

Muscles rippled beneath a sleek hyde of ashen hue, never once had she meet the feline who had been chosen to be the guardian of lemora, for she was forbidden to until she had come of age. Now she was about to meet the mutt who would be her mate for the rest of her life, the mutt who would rule over her. The feline stopped suddenly, a masculine scent wafting through her nares, she soon concluded the scent was indeed from a fellow feline, but of the other sex. Moving once more into stride, she set off, long snake like plumage weaving back and forth helping keep her balance as she moved along the cliff.

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

Again she stopped, slits catching sight of a fellow feline, a masculine scent wafting from it. She had indeed come ‘pon the mutt who was to be her mate, her companion for the rest of her life. Harks plastered to her crania, she listened quietly while he spoke, obviously summoning the bronc who dwelled within the lands of lemora. Square shaped trap wrinkled back, crimson stained slicers exposed as a loud roar was emitted from her chasms.

So you be the feline to witch I was born to be enslaved to? The feline of whom I must love and care to for the rest of my life? If you haven’t already figured it out, I am to be your mate, the one to bare your offspring, if you can inject me with your fluids that is. Oh how rude of me! I haven’t told you my curse, well it be Asima. Now speak you pitiless mutt!

Trap snapped shut, malicious smirk plastered ‘pon her facet, she stood stock still awaiting the feline’s response.

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

[palmeta]

So you are that of my mate?
well prepare to feel that of my wrath
hang the rope tighten it up right
slice her throught and leave none alive

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His crimson stainted fangs were laced at her a horific sent was releashed from his mug as he cackled loudly at her sound receptors. What have we here another feline trying to steal that of my heart away? well this will not do now will it? He mentioned this throughly in his skull voices rattled a'bout inside of his cerebrum. Oh let is take its time and hopefully the time will come when you tame me the wild beast of your dreams. he crouched low and weaved 'round her his glowers examined every part that was visable for his slits to see. He wanted to tackle and bring her down. Stab her with his clwas and cut her criculation off. It would show what real love birds they were. He slinked closer to her pasting a snear with a combenation of filth in his mask. Reaching her side he arched his back and rubbed agaist her making a rumbling soft pur to only be heard by her triagnles. He eased off of her and back up and truned 'round swinging his feather duster in her front view.

Show me what you have m'love for you are my life and death mate.

Glowers filled with swarhy fluid as he yawed with boredom for she was not that interesting at all. What a bitch she was not worth anything nor that of his time. He collapse to the loam and out reached his prowlers. His claws scrached the quagmire making a eerie screaching yelp. He rolled o'er and then turned his mask to her and placed a dreadfull look her way.

Oh now you want to intertain me shopw me what makes you worth while.

OOC: Suckeh posts it vacumes
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[guardian]

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.

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.

Slits of greenish tint watched the masculine feline, low hisses seeping from her clenched trap now and then. How she longed to tear him to pieces, to rip him from limb to limb, splatter his filthy blood ‘pon the snow strewn topo, but she knew it could not be done for like her he was Immortal. She watched with disgust as he neared her talons unveiling themselves from their prison, puncturing the earth. Square trap wrinkled back bellowing hiss seeping from her chasms, as the feline rubbed himself against her sleek ebon frame.

Mutt how dare you touch me with out my approval! You have no idea who your messing with! If I could i'd rip you limb from limb right now, but seeing as how like me your Immortal i can't. Lucky you, for it saves you from a death you long deserve. Tones were cold and emotionless, slits glared defiantly at the mutt. Smirk of disgust plastered ‘pon her facet, as she watched him roll playfully on the snow cacked earth.

Feline huntrees crouched circling the mutt, square trap wrinkled back slicers bared as she hissed loudly, talons protruded from their chambers, pirceing the snow cacked earth with every step. slits held a look of pure hatrid and annoyance, gaze was fixed 'pon that of the mutt's. feline stopped, then slowly made her way towards the mutt, placing herself beside him. snake like plumage curled around her rump, low puring was heard as coral protruded from it's cage, gently caressing the mutt's snout. smirk was plastered 'pon the feline's features, as she hissed softly in his harks.You know you want me.


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

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:Done!really crappy but itll do! ;D

[palmeta]

Darkness is the pathway
To all which is we don't know
Words are abuse too,
Hitting, stinging blows fall upon me.
You are so scared of what you don't know.
Come join me in the dark

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He lashed at her with his talons pawing at her crimson matted jacket. Wounds open gushing that of blood that raced down her ebony ruffled canvas as it trickled to the loam slowly making a sanguine adumbral puddle. He carved in a hole showing his ungulas that drizzled toxic hemoglobin,dematerializing the make up of the snow as it splattred soaring to random spots when nearing its destination, down. He crouched down low pushing his stilts down harshly into the damned ground, claws projected out again clinging deeply into the vegetation he was ready to pounce at any moment and take down this feline bitch. He had pounced on many things, placed his paws on their throughts pressing down hard depraving them of the squall, peiricng their necks feeding on their fresh blood that ozed out then left them to rot. He would gladly do it with this horrific hore if needed to also.

I'll try not to hurt you.
As you hurt me.
Since I'm just a doll,
Incapable of biting back.
Everyone wants to play.
Throw me away when you're through

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He sneared, ovals laced back 'long his discombobulated skull, square mug crunched together making hissing noises at her. Hunches moved in a circle as they powred his piller to chrun as he stalked her every movement. Her bright yellow glowers tracked his movements down beyoned belife was she ready to rap him? Oh yes but he would surly make his attack and strick her down rapping her before she could even yelp her cry through the sound carrying waves.

Do not think a concern o'er me bitch! Turn your back and then be found gasping for your breath with me tormenting you on the loam!

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No one loves you,
As no one loves me.
It's all just a game
A plot to drive you crazy.
And I will find you.
As you cringe under your covers.

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He was going on his rampage now, she had made her work piss him off like never before. She had worked well on him he was steaming now. Would she dare turn her back and let what was said happen? Na This bastard knew better that she would throw him down and leave him to die if her devilish mind told her to do that of a thing. If this feline decided to do it though he would inject her veins with his ripping angonizing toxens to let its effect take place so he would get her drunk off his presance. Then the real fun would start did he even have to make a point to get it through this femmens thick grotesque skull that he would win any hostility that she sent to bruden on him?

Do you really want to dance with the devil like me? Well then ill accept that of you being ruled by me!

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I'm your torn, broken doll.
I'm the center of your soul.
You can not hide.
I will find you.
You're just a childhood fantasy.
Who's playing with who now

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[Its my horible panther post its so shitty! 554 words!]

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[guardian]

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.

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.

Smirk spread cross her trap as she watched the masculine feline become pissed, she cackled softly. So it seems I have upset you? Oh im terribly sorry! Not!! You didn’t think I’d be such a seductress did you? Such a shame, such a shame! Well now you know. She hissed, edging closer to Palmeta, talons protruding from their chambers piercing the geo as she padded slowly towards the figure of the masculine. She edged up along side him, plumage entwining with his, coral released from its cage, caressed his sleek fur. Trap moving close to the masculine’s harks, a low purring released from her diaphragm. You can’t deny how you long for me, I’m your one and only.

She stepped away from Palmeta, smirk plastered ‘pon her mug. She knew her antics were driving him nuts and she loved every minute of it. He calls himself a devil? Ha! He doesn’t even know the meaning of the word! He just has a bad temper, and secret longing for me he can’t deny. In a few weeks I shall have him straightened out. He will be under my control. She cackled lowly again, edging nearer to him. Plumage was held erect, as she passed in front of him, she was indeed in season. Would he take advantage of her? She did not know, she would just have to wait and see how he would react to her scent. She turned around, facing the masculine once again, slits boring into his.


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

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

[Seirra]

ill post soon tala

[elende]

[im about to return and post, gah no1 would reply to my claiming posts. -hisses-]

[minority]

We all know where they fall
Cause i wanna be the minority
I dont need your authotirity..
down with the moral majority

Ebon figure paced foward into an urging gallop. Into the lands of Lemora. In wich she was now homed.. By Elende. Her speed was outargeouse. Like a rocket thriving through the air. Banner flung loose. A look of displeasure came 'pon her features. But on she went. Sweat drew from her pores. Beginning to slow down. Coming to an abrupt hault followed by a buck. Harks swerved and the femora took in the sounds arround her. Nares widened. Picking up a nearby scent of Elende. Pelt shone in the ever so bright sun. Embarking foward. A smirk came 'pon her mug. Little kitty.. What have you done? lets see what you've got lil one. A low tense whinnie released from deep inside her vocals. Coming into view of the hessian.

Well, well. I have arrived. Enslave me if you must. But you'll never break my spirit. Get along shall we?

She cocked her dial and played a smirk. Shaking her crania in displeasure. So where is his bonnie ice? She must be defeated! not yet.. wait for the opportune moment. We must form alliances. Ocules rolled. Right as always huh? Her stils carried her a few steps foward. The gorgeouse femme flicked her plume once. Tossing her crania in the air. A chill crept up her spine. Ocules gazing into his. Reading his mind... no.. She stared hard at the ground. Looking up. A tear.. barely visible, strode down 'er cheek. You'll never understand the pain.

Once more
you open the door
and your here in my heart and..
my heart will go on.. and on.

[elende]

Are you gawking at my ruins?
Yes yes
I know its true
My felines
My equines
Under my control
Love it

I have given my warning, my choice of spread is yours. You are my platter on thanksiving, my leftovers to feast on for months to come. I do hope you have your ducks in a row, for it is such a glee fiolled moment to cause them to scramble, their squaks ignited. I will chase your foolish ducks, snapping and plucking the feathers away until their pink skin is visible. I will find you cornerd in the walls of your own making, in that moment I shall watch your orbs fill with terror. Yes the one raised by the amazons, it is I. Elende, your master. Your ducks have been massicured, your now cornerd. I will coil like a serpent ready to strike, the venom dipping form my fangs seering the loam below. I strike, and strike true. Injecting into the lifes vein, the large vein one may not touch. Oh but I have touched it, slay me now. But you cant, your flesh is dripping away. A soup forming benith your pelt. Your skin burns, your heart stings. All you know is this, your master has come, and you are his first kill. You fall to your knees, Elende releasing a trupettin call of victory. All shall hear, the new one is here. Waves to be formed, waves lacedin embers. I will enjoy my feast, for you are my platter. My platter on thanksgiving day, my leftovers.

The one of ashen emerged from the devilish corrador he once traveld. Labriums pulled tight, brows colliding in a horrid furrow. Braces outstretched, a collected gate it was. Like a rocking horse who lost its rocker, appendeges released from the hold. Appex loomed foward, his shadows spreading. Nares of decay flared, cords connected to the rump twisting and twining with the wind. As if te threads wished to leave him at once, but was chained to the flesh of leather coating. The pealed labriums revealed the enamels of a serpent, venom dripping. Urnin to find the those of residence, where was his mate? Hah, perhapse she is to have a run in with a pathetic wench. It will be his for the taking, the pregnant dog due for a delayed trip. Trip to the lands of rouge scarring, the heffars roaming. The very *friendly* persons of the kind group in theese quarters, have you still not relized your due trek? My dear it is such a shame, to be left in the dark with no outlet of light. Trapped in the closet, a lightbulb not to be found. None there to whipser in your ear, not to tell you what you are soon to enure. Oh but perhapse one shall come knocking, the key to your closet in hand. Releasing you from your prision, your tower. But then you will realize, your master of a nightmare has come.

The ongoing slaughter of the geo below was brought to a hault, a pause. The needel brought away from the vinal record, clicking off. The screams and scratches sounding from the funnel stopping instantly, Padrone reaching the hill of looking. Dial thrashed, snapping upwards. As if to mock the lords above, foolish dogs. The mass brushed onyx flooded upwards, titaniums lashing through the air of butter. A gallop of vertical rising it appired as, the hind appendeges sunked into the geo. Cracks in the geo surrounded the appendeges, jawls once hel din clenched slicing open. The scream of thoose passed flooding foward, orbs of almond lolling backwards, the whites shown. He came crashig down, crashing to the geo below. His words now to be sputterd, not to be ignored. But they were cut off, not a mording released. He found the geo once more, plotting against the thick tarp. Braces pulled him foward, through the thicket were the felines lay, through the thicket were the new one has arrived. His hissed sounded at this point, formation brought to the side of the ebon minx.

Minority I see you have found your way, hold your tounge. Toxic should be arriving due time, until then do as you please.

[minority]

Ocules watched the raging bruthen from afar. Piercing ocules glared at the ebon mass making his way towards her. Watching him mock the gods Pfft.. gods.. who needs 'em? A hiss seemed to come from her maw. Out reaching her boa. Watching him do his little dances. Cackling at one point. Forehoof lifting and pounding the sodd below. Rumbles released her stomach.. but ignoring she did. Side stepping as he neared. A grin plastered against her features. Brows wrinkled.

Oh so what is this? You think you have enslaved me neh? You think you have taken me down without a fight? Without a drop of blood shed? Wrong you are little one. I have yet to bow down to your little ass. Try me. Watch what happenes. My spirit..will never be broken. i willl fight to death if i must. You think what you want. Are you too afraid for the truth? You have yet to over come me. I will take you down. Step by step. I will gnaw at your hide. I shall not bow down to you. Never will I. Fight back i will. Punishment? Touch me.. i dare you.. You will be done for. That is all the luck i can give.

Indeed I shall. Might i ask what 'position' you plan on giving me? I seek for the best at the moment. And best for you it will do indeed.

A cackle released her maw. Ocules bore into his. A never ending ember shone clearly from hers. Her rage would never die down. Too much was enough. Her last leash had snapped. Never will she bow down to the ones who had made her life into hell. Thats it.. lure him inch by inch. Then snap his head off!

Step by step,
heart to heart,
left right left,
we all fall down..

bit by bit,
torn apart,
we never win,
the battle wages on..
for toy soldiers....

[ooc: xD lol i 'expressed' how im feelin in RL]

[elende]

[im posting soon, hmmm Elende may get a little angry if he gets htis attitude a ton]

[minority]

[ lol sry.. ill lighten up a bit. xD ]

[Sequin]

[alrighty, we need to wait for others to reply so it doesnt get all whoosh were am i]

[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.

Huntress of ebon hue slunk in ‘pon the shadowed topo, daggers imprinting the geo, filla following close behind. low hisses exited her trap, she felt the cold hard stares of her fellow 'quines, smirk broke out ‘pon her facet as a thought flashed through her mind of dark musk. Huntress continued onward gaze was cast o’er the bytch that she assumed was now residing in these lands she and Elende ruled. hmm so this be the bytch my love has brought home? gaze was directed about the lands, lingering ‘pon the snow capped peaks in the distance, before landing ‘pon the bytch who had entered. Not much to look at is she? such a skank she is! ha look at her trying to cozy up to Elende! does she not get I and ony I am his love?

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.

Slowly she made her way o'er to Elende, dome held aloft, ribbons hanging loosely 'round her chizeled features, banner swayed back and forth slaping agianst her hocks. filla stopped eyeing the new bytch curiously. Smirk was plastered 'pon her features, finally she was beside him, serpentine extended, trap gently brushing agianst his. she then turned standing beside him, her filla nasmat, still watching the other banshee. trap wrinkled back slicers exposed as a low hiss seeped from her diaphram.

‘Lo bytch, I be dubbed Toxic Murder and this here is my filla Nasmat. she said motioning to her filla. It seems Elende has chosen to have skank reside in his lands. Elende i thought you had better judgement, guess i was wrong, but no matter you still have me.

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

Trap snapped shut, smirk plastered ‘pon her facet. Now to just wait. If my assumptions are correct she will talk back, just as I had planned. Then I will get to teach her a lesson, a lesson she will never forget. banner streamed back as a light breeze swept past, gaze never leaving that of the bytch before her. Facet was expressionless, accept for the smirk that was forever plastered ‘pon her mug. Dome turned gaze drifting to her filla, then back to the banshee once more. Cat got your tongue? Or have you simply nothing to say? She spat slicers exposed as her tones fled from her diaphram.

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