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Post by Tomahawk on May 2, 2007 6:30:42 GMT -5
A snarl of laughter was spat at the light queen, her vibrant cinnamons drilling into the kinder like she were clay. Nothing more than that either. A snort of disgust worked past her lips as the little whelp stepped up to the plate and get ready to be stolen. Voids look over the slight frame of the queen. Another chuckle. What an easy little chore she would have here. A little arabic wench faced to her? There was no question. And now Scheme was here, and Tego's son venom. This was no fair contest, but that was what all this is about right babe? Right. Muscle grind under her golden pelt, yearning to feel the warm splatter of her crimson regret 'pon her peltage. Lashing forward, her body struck the grey wench's, her chest collided with the barrell of the light. Dashing out of reach quickly, Tomahawk struck out with her fore to attempt to shred the flexor tendon. There was a small chance that the wench would get away from that without any blood on her. If Tomahawk had exececuted a perfect hit, the light lady could suffer of a shattered ulna, leaving her immobile and eventually dead. But she doubted such perfections. Most likely, if she were to hit, the light whelp would be in excructiating pain every time she moved her left fore, the tender muscle would eventually become infected as well.
Lyrical venom passed her maw, shattering the silence as the sickle claws of her words grasped the ears of those who would hear. And all of them would hear it.
Any Light mare is a typical light mare, kinder w.hore. I doubt you know anything more of the darks than a flea does of the time of day. Learn your grammer before you threaten wench, and I doubt you can do more than bruise me arabic wench.
She ingressed forward once more, her jaws snapping at the wench. Tomahawk brought her dial inward, her cranial covering all her vital veins within her throat. She had nothing real to worry about. But, who knew what this little wench could do. Prance through the fields? Ha, funny.
Tomahawk was not one to choose how long a battle would stretch on for, but once the blood was covering her, on her lips, on her tongue, she became crazed, your taste forever hunted. The battles she's in are always sufficent.
And she will never fall.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 2, 2007 14:58:35 GMT -5
I watched Tomahawk go after the Queen. I pull my-self back, my dial snapping towards the King. My auds gripped to my dial, my ivories bared. I threw my dial high and half reared.
My blades soon dug into the turf as I charged at the King. My ivories bared and spread. I snapped out at him hoping to grab his throat latch. My blades stricking at the miniscule thing. I soon spun around my blades snapping at him, hopefully hitting his crest or dial.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on May 2, 2007 17:02:18 GMT -5
Voids darted to the Queen of the Lights, a sickening groan escaping my maw. The bella shouldn't have approached them, it was a horrible idea. I knew those Hellbents weren't wimps, but I didn't know about these two's abilities. It makes me not regret fighting on their side, someone had to help defend them, right? After all, it's not a fight without me in the action. Ah, and what's this? The dark's personal pupet lunging towards the king. I guess I'll entertain myself with him.
My limbs propelled myself in full-throttle, coming between the king and the dark, haunches spinning towards the approaching dark sahib. My weight threw itself to my fores, dial lowering inbetween as well, back arching. Limbs thrust themselves into the atmosphere, scythes aiming for the masculine's dial. I had good aim, and it was almost impossible for me to miss. Almost. Once my daggers crashed to the wastelands, I spun myself to face the masculine I'd aimed my attack on. Limbs moved in a quick, surging charge.
My shoulder was aimed at the stag's chest, as I four-beated towards him, dial low. Once making collision with him, though I don't know where, my dial snaked, vennors lashing out at his ebony hide. Limbs pulled me away quickly, hopefully fast enough to avoid any attacks he would return to me.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 2, 2007 17:16:16 GMT -5
She had interuppted me. I threw my-self at her. I could squish her if need be. My ivories bared I snapped at her hoping to grab her throat. My blades swung at her.
I dodged her blow, getting sniped by her blade on the maw. I watched her charge at me. I side-steped feeling her hit my rump which I blew a hard kick at her crest.
I spun around once again. My ivories bared as I snapped at her, hoping for her throat. My whipcord swung around in madness. My orbs glazed over with anger.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on May 2, 2007 17:23:22 GMT -5
The Quarter Paint Horse lineage provided my strength, though I held the appearance of an arabian. His blows were well aimed, and well dodged. My throat remained blocked by my tiara at all times, his fangs snapping my cheekbone. Nothing emerged from the wound, being as minor as it was. The second was thrown whilst I was at a gallop, thus his fangs caught my wither, stretching along my side. A metallic liquid surfaced, though I payed no heed to it. I'm not about to lie and say it doesn't hurt, because it does. I just don't pay attention to my wounds, understand? Good.
I wasn't about to fall before a colt, I never would. My strength was too large for this to happen, nor would I flee should the impossible happen, and I hang by life on a thread. Live no regrets and die with honor. I spun towards his hinds, a forelimb lifting and striking down at his hock. My ideals were to immobilize him, for then I could finish my deeds and perhaps slow the attack on the lands. I wouldn't kill a colt, I didn't have it in me to end the life of such a young being. That's what seperated me from the hellbent.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 2, 2007 17:27:24 GMT -5
I tasted her blood. Oh how sweet it tasted. My mouth drooled for more. I easily dodged her attack for I was light on my blades. I spun trying to kick her in the crest or dial. My blades snapping at her.
I soon spun around again, this time my ivories went after her auds. Not caring where actually just at least somewhere on her, I felt my ivories grab ahold of something. My fore-blades soon stricking at her.
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Post by morgra on May 2, 2007 17:43:10 GMT -5
Sharp snort sounded as the dark mare’s flint struck her foreleg, cutting it rather badly. She bared her jaws and lunged, snapping her teeth onto the devil’s neck, aiming to rip. She backed off swiftly, letting her opponent speak. Lips peeled back into a cunning grin. The slaves of darks were hardier than darks themselves, as they had to endure torture day and night, and survive it. Ray was not weak; she was a fighter, and an exceptionally good one at that. She loved to inflict pain on her enemies; it was a satanic quirk about the young femme. She laughed heartily at Tomahawk, what a typical dark. Thinking she is superior to all, and knows what’s what. Guess what your highness, not everyone fits the mold.
I know more about you than you think, lady of shadows. I have fought your kind before, for my freedom and my life. I will enjoy watching your bloody hide flee my lands. I am Diamond Ray, queen of the lights, and I’m going to defeat you.
Sickly sweet grin graced the femora’s mug, waiting for Tomahawk’s reply. The minx’s insults meant nothing to Ray, they were only words spoken to intimidate her. It wouldn’t work, only actions meant anything to Ray when it came to darks, because she knew that actions were the only thing darks understood. She reared onto her hinds and struck out at Tomahawk, blades flashing as they slashed at the golden femme’s barrel. Eagerly she awaited the reaction, itching for the battle to begin.
Morgra watches from behind Tomahawk as femme of light threatens and attacks. Her wondering is this: Does she fight little queenie for Tomahawk, or let her highness do it? Somehow she knows not to lay a hoof or fang on the silver ess, for her life is Tomahawk's. If Tomahawk requests help, then Morgra helps; if Tomahawk says screw off, then Morgra screws off. For now, she will assist Scheme, for he is being attacked by crazy neutral lady, and kingy is left open. Come now, it's a perfect check. She slinks past Dreamweaver, casting Scheme a cunning smirk. She steps up close to painted lord, and provides him with a terrible cackle.
Checkmate, bxtch.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on May 2, 2007 17:47:30 GMT -5
Crown threw up into the atmosphere, my build backing up quickly as his dagger sliced the air just before my chassis. Without a moment to spare, my plush seperated, and ivorns grasped at the limb-a move a lupe had inflicted on me that nearly ended my life. Releasing shortly after, I felt his fangs tugging at my forelock, the part he had managed to grip. The cords freed themselves as tiara lowered, placed underneath his, I lifted it rapidly. To make collision with his bottom jowel would make him unable to fight, and give me a mighty head-ache.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 2, 2007 17:54:32 GMT -5
I felt her forelock stick to my tongue. I spit it out just as it fell out. I threw my dial high, feeling her run into my chest. I reach down as she collided with me and snap at her hoping to grab where her banner attaches to her crest.
I then throw my colossal, burly bodice at her. Hoping to knock her down. I then spin around on my haunches and start to nail her with my blades.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on May 2, 2007 17:57:04 GMT -5
Knotted wires simply slip from his grip, some torn from their rooting points. His chassis hit mine, and I staggered back a bit. Weight threw itself to my hinds, fores slashing above his dial like knives, warningly. All weight shifted now to my fores, forcing me down with immense spead and power-if I struck, it could be a perilious blow to the crown, my aiming point.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 2, 2007 18:04:17 GMT -5
I dodged her attack. Feeling her fall onto my back, I flipped over hopefully falling upon her. My dial spinning around trying to grab at her. Anywhere to grab onto so I can get the taste of blood.
I soon got up. Shaking my dusty bodice, but I didn't have time to clean it now. I soon started to throw my blades at her. I felt my blade touch something, but I didn't turn to look.
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Post by Tomahawk on May 2, 2007 18:13:03 GMT -5
This wench was truly causing her to laugh. A wicked bark of laughter was released as the whelp charged her, jaws open, ready to taste something. All you will taste is air wench. Her dial was jerked away, nape following, only feeling her fangs graze the surface, only hard enough to bruise is slightly. But what was a bruise but a little black and blue reminder that it could have been red? Nothing much more. Tomahawk jigged back a step, a fore lashing at the ground. Her voids looked back to the left fore where she executed her previous attack. She watched the crimson pulse from the gash and stain the porcelain figure. That would be sore now wouldn't it doll? A hark flickered upward to hear the lyrics that passed her lips, another laugh ripping from her maw. The wench lashed at her with her afflicted fore and the good one, striking at Tomahawk's golden hide. The right tore across her ribcage, slight bleeding starting. This would get you nowhere. Her lyrical venom was released, the satanic tone was nothing to be toyed with.
Flee? You want to watch me flee wench? Well if you're still able to watch while I'm dragging you back to my land by that lovely little throat, you'll see me run. Diamond Ray, I don't see how you intend to defeat me, I'll never fall to one like you.
With that she was off like greased lighting, her bodice nailing the ivory wench. She felt her shoulder connect with the wench's barrel, feeling the outline of tender skin. Pulling away quickly, too fast for a good attack to be thrown, Tomahawk pivoted on her flints, tearing the loam as she spun her hind end towards, hinds lashing out, aiming for her intercostal muscle. If she hit the right area between the ribs and elbow, she would disrupt breathing patterns and ease. Turning back to the light fae, she didn't bother to see how the hit was affected, all she knew was that this littlw whelp would not get away.
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Post by morgra on May 2, 2007 18:21:41 GMT -5
ooc; oooh, that warrants a darn good reply. So I'll have to reply later, as I still need to reply to posts on some other sites. See you later. ^^ -will simply edit this post-
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on May 3, 2007 14:54:31 GMT -5
It's quite stupid, the fact that I was here, defending another Queen when I should be at my harem. I was neutral, thus neither side had anything to do with me. Yet, here I was, on these lands, defending a lady I'd never spoken too. Life's quite queer, isn't it? I could be perfectly fine, unscathed, enjoying life to its fullest extent with my king, instead of being here, defying the odds, and offering my health to save another.
I should leave, I could leave. But in leaving, I'd leave my dignity, too, wouldn't I? My ashen limbs moved with liquid grace, carrying me from each blow the sahib delt, one dagger catching my shoulder, though not hard enough to cause damage. My appendis thrust me forth in full speed, my sapphire visions watching Tomahawk and Diamond Ray, almost in slow motion.
My speed propelled me, and I was inbetween the duo just in time. Tomahawk's daggers sliced into my barrel, further marking the already bloody build. Limbs moved quickly, keeping me standing as I stumbled slightly. Diamond Ray, I offer you and your lord refuge in the Neutral Lands, until this is over. Baratones came with difficulty, I was hemic, and it was taking its toll. Each breath was taken ragadly, though I stood tall in between the two vixens, glad to take any blow either side should deal upon me.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 3, 2007 16:02:33 GMT -5
My auds flew forward. Did she just offer protection for the lights, on m...our land? I thought to myself. My blades soon pounded on the earth, pushing Dream out of the way and starred down at Tomahawk and then to Ray. My kissers parted to show large ivories.
My burly haunches pulled me back away. I spotted the Light King. My vocals boomed;
"I will not allow that thing on our land."
I hissed. As I threw my maw towards the light King. I threw a blade at the vixens. My whipcord being flung up and down by the horses that ran by fighting. My orbs noticed Tego standing there, along with Scheme. A few cuts on him but not many. My orbs shifted back to Dream. She had a few bad cuts.
"We have no business here."
I stated coolly. I soon escorted her out of the lands. My whipcord now swishing in madness. Offering lands to lights. I would never allow it. Sure, maybe if we talked it over, but my heart layed with Darks, but I still showed kindness to my mares, thats the only reason I'm a neutral, right? I thought to my-self.
I turned my dial and looked at Dream. I stood awaiting her, most horses stayed away from me for my size. It didn't bother me, yet she had courage and she was stubborn from what I could tell. I snorted and swished my tail beckoning her to come.
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