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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Apr 30, 2007 16:22:33 GMT -5
Dodging Tego's snap, 'e threw 'is dial in protest. Peaks lowered down to 'is large dial. 'Is orbs watched as Tego started to talk with Tomahawk.
'Is blades kicking out at the fae who tried to pass 'im. 'Is dial whipped around 'is ivories bared, 'is jaws snapping at 'er. 'Is front blades flung theirselves at the wench. Deciding 'he had enough 'e whipped around, giving 'er another kick.
'Is dial high, as 'is orbs stared out onto the terra. A snort escaping 'is nares. 'Is peaks loosened as 'e heard a whicker, 'is orbs shifting to the Queen. Soon 'is orbs pealed off 'er and went back to starring out at the drizzling rain.
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Post by ♣Tego on Apr 30, 2007 16:25:18 GMT -5
I nod at the queen, flicking my whipcord in utter boredom.
Yes, you will be ruling alongside me
I snarl stomping my talon non-chalantly. I feel a nip near the base of my whipcord from the wretched czaress. I spin on my haunches toward her, irvons bared. I strike at the b*tch with jagged pedestals. I begin ushering her out into the rain, muttering cusses as I do so.
I could kill you, I suggest you never, ever do that again
I scold and set my bodice across the entrance, making sure she cannot re-enter the cave. I leave my harks pinned back and my ivories bared, ready to kill the wretched baroness
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Post by Tomahawk on Apr 30, 2007 16:31:16 GMT -5
Flints crash to the earth, following the brute as he forced the wench out doors. Tomahawk's violent whinny was released as she pursued the bytch, her jaws open, waiting to taste the metallic fluid drain into her. Contact was made and Tomahawk ripped flesh from the wench, spitting it to her feet. Snarls were released as she stood by Tego, threatening the wench for all she was worth.
Stay there if you like your throat where it is wench.
Vibrant occult glare in the dim light. The droplets began to ease their reign, but Tomahawk wished for them to pelt the worthless whelp.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Apr 30, 2007 16:42:08 GMT -5
'Is dark pools watched the Royalty. A smirk fell into place upon 'is kissers. The fae deserved no more then to be beat. 'Is pillars moved 'im forward to watch.
Coming to a halt where he pleased. 'E was not far from the King and Queen, 'e stood watching for the fae's move. 'E shook 'is dial, as a few pests swarmed by 'im. A bladed fell upon the cave floor, making an eerie sound as 'e drug it back beneath 'im.
"She should be no more then a slave." 'e mummbled more to 'is-self. 'Is whipcord swishing side to side in mockery. 'Is orbs watching for the rain to halt altogether. 'E wasn't afraid of it, but if 'e didn't have to be out there 'e wouldn't be. For it ruffled 'is coat and made it unmanagable.
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Post by hearts on Apr 30, 2007 16:44:35 GMT -5
I walked over to the river and sank into it hoping it would melt her and I would die from this cursed earth and if it didn't she could kill myself but somehow I didn't want to die but I did. I need to stop thinking like a light. Hoping that none of them would come but why would they. They are good lowlifes and are very dark and wouldn't move if they wanted me to die. Why am I saying this. Because it is true. They wouldn't move a cenemeter from their post to help me die from this Earth. Somehow I think they want me here to be a wipping post and so that they can beat on be for their pure pleasure.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Apr 30, 2007 16:54:50 GMT -5
Some would call it insanity, the forces that drove me into the lands of the Dark Lord and Lady. Some would call it an urge, while others would call it stupidity. I call it destiny. Ashen limbs carried my painted bulk with a liquid grace, banner flagging out behind, dancing and dragging the sodden. Forelock curled down a dished facade, covering one single aqua orb, the other shinning bright. Hollows inhaled the carbon I needed, as tendrils that reached my upper limb joint bounced with the ease of my movement. Accoustics were alertly swiveling, when they caught the sound of others in hte distance.
Scythes picked their way over the sodden with a delicacy, my build seeming so fragile though it was far from that. I stood at a mere fourteen two hands, due to my arabic heritage-hence the arched serpentine. My sapphire pools glanced towards the liquid, falling upon the form of another bella sinking into the fluids. Lanterns flashed up to the others, a hatred shinning deep in the center. Call me sensitive, but I can't stand to see others suffering. Light? Perhaps. Unless you discover that I like to cause the suffering.
Sleek appendis carried me to the embankment of the fluids, which were lapping at the shores, eating away at the loose particles. Moving with the same grace, I entered the icy liquids, crystals kicking off from the edge of the embankment. Ivorns bore, as they attempted to latch onto the minx' serpentine, and I hauled myself to the opposite shore, hopefully grasping the minx as well. I looked over to the trio of hell bents, a flare in my pools. I suppose you think that's funny. Tennors stated flatly, accoustics flattened, awaiting a response.
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Post by ♣Tego on Apr 30, 2007 17:54:51 GMT -5
My lanterns drag toward the new femme. Ii believe my two allies can handle the fort while I go and see what she could possibly want. I pick up a lope and head toward the painted vixen, watching the b*tch sink into the murky depths of the lake made me chortle a bit. I slowed when I neared her
'Lo Vixen, Cursing be Tego, lord of the darks. What brings you to me kingdom?
I hiss toward the femme, I am drenched with liquid, giving my hide an 'ebon looking glow. The water runs down my strands of ashen. The whole land takes on a dark appearance as the rain pours. I take in the vixen's scent. She isn't dark I think to myself, awaiting a reply from this mysterious czaress.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Apr 30, 2007 18:05:52 GMT -5
Gaze flashes a haughty look to the masculine, acoustics remained flattened to my skullery. I am DreamWeaver, Lady of the Neutrals. Vocals were slightly hushed, though not in fear. Embarrassment? Perhaps, but probably not. Gaze remained fixed on the masculine, my build quite smaller than his, though I wasn't intimidated. Exploration, the wondering mind. All that jazz. Baratones stated flatly, dismissing the thought boredly. Chain flicked nonchalantly, glancing away from the masculine, now known as Tego, towards the distance, absent mindedly.
Dial was held high, despite my size, and an air of pride surrounded me. Pelt glimmered in even the faintest of rays, lighting up even the darkest places, as it was now. Hollows were dialated, intaking the aromas of the lands, marking them in my memory bank. Serpentine was arched, something about me demanding respect, though I knew I wouldn't get it here.
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Post by ♣Tego on Apr 30, 2007 18:12:04 GMT -5
My harks stood erect as I listened to Dreamweaver, Lady of the Neutrals. I glance back at my own femme, Lady of the Darks.
You have courage
I admitted, I stomped my talon against the soaked loam.
Leave
I commanded. This was a disgrace, dark lord making conversation with a neutral lady. I was not in the mood to fight the Neutral Lord. I roll my lanterns, glancing back at Dark Rose, the femme in the lake.The Ghosts here will drown her if I don't I think as I turn my attention back to the painted vix. I am hoping to amuse myself with the look on the fae's face when she saw the baroness in the water, I don't get any surprise from her though, I sigh escapes my paperthins.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Apr 30, 2007 18:17:43 GMT -5
A temper from before flared within me, the memories of Borgon, Distemper, Tronde, Lucky and many others coming flooding back into my mind. Make me. Tennors hissed, a coldness within the tones, death gripping each lyric as venom was poured in each tone. I have two sides, dollface, you've just awakened the devil. And she's a force to be rekoned with.
Acoustics found themselves flattened, orbs dancing with a fire, mischievious flare, as my old temper had settled in for the time being. I was quite unpredictable, so don't be expecting much with me. Banner flicked irratably, gaze flicking to the bella, a sinsiter sneer curled on my visage. Wait, what was I doing? I had come to help the vix, and now I was laughing at her pain? Dial shook, aerials flicking fourth slightly, though orbs held the same glaring flare within.
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Post by ♣Tego on Apr 30, 2007 18:30:55 GMT -5
A look of surprise fell 'pon my visage, harks pinned to my apex. My ivrons bared towards the femme.
Leave now, or you will find yourself in with that b*tch
I threatened the fae. My harks flickered, distant hoofbeats sounded, another intruder, what did I have to do to get a little peace around here. I turned on my haunches just in time to see a tall gangly 'ebon equine galloping at full speed towards me, I cuss under my breath.
I had finally found my so called sire, he wasn't though, he was a monster, and I was here for revenge, my onyx coat blended in with the midnight blanket covering the earth.
Tego..
I hiss, staring at the beast formally known to me at "Father" He left my mother and I to fend for ourselves over two years ago. I was at the tender age of three. My dam had died and not just died, she had been murdered by the sick ashen brute standing in front of me.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Apr 30, 2007 18:34:54 GMT -5
Snicker crossed my fine features, pools rolling in their sockets. I'd like to see you try, stag. I really would. Lyris stated, a chuckle in my tones, though they remained as deadly as a viper. Audits remained laced to my skullet. C'mon, come up with something better than that. After all, I can swim. Be creative, I don't learn lessons well.
Pools flicked to the newcomer, scanning over his ebonite coat, though no attention was given to the masculine. Instead, gaze flicked back to Tego, awaiting the next little demand that made no difference to me what so ever.
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Post by ♣Tego on Apr 30, 2007 18:41:45 GMT -5
I let a sigh out, I am getting frustrated, I should kill her, bit I won't I am not in the mood to have to deal with an overweight (sorry, he isn't, he is gorgeous, Tego is frustrated though, tehe) Gypsy Vanner in my face for killing his sweetheart. My whipcord flicks my flanks wildly. My son, Venom, stays quiet as I turn back to the painted fae
Go back to you kingdom femme, go frolick with your sweetheart, I am not in the mood to deal with you
I turn back to my sun, who has trotted off to introduce himself to the herd, there is no way in h*ll that I am letting him stay here. I wouldn't exactly make a godd first impression with my queen that my three year old son has come to live with me. I can't deal with this stress, I am about to explode.
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Post by hearts on Apr 30, 2007 18:44:06 GMT -5
I sank into the water. Deeper and deeper into the water. I blew bubbles and then got out soaked in water and dreams that have gone down. Now I wish that my life would end. I stand there is a drizzle waiting for them to kill me or something because I just want to die on this ground you call Earth or do I . I wish that I could die and that everything could end. I droop my head head in disapointment because I would be dead now on their evil wills and that I would go down and die to this day.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Apr 30, 2007 18:46:56 GMT -5
Smirk crossed my facade, deciding to be stubborn. Limbs folded beneath my painted carcass, whipcord falling against the rough surface of the sodden. Like I said, make me. Tennors hissed rather boredly, accoustics flicking as if nothing was wrong. Scythes poked out from beneath my belly, their jagged tips tainted light creme-pink. Now what's he going to do? Needless to say, I'm interested in punishments, ever since my sire tried to deliver one upon me and had failed at that lesson-which was supposed to be death.
Mind was stuck back in the past, to that dreadful lupin that had infected my limb, a scar wasn't fixed upon it to tell the tale. My sire, killing my dame. My sibling, dying to protect me. Borgon and Lucky, raising me. Tronde, attempting to murder me. Life's interesting, and now I was found upon this soil, tormenting the poor dark king. Honestly, if he was all that great, he'd have given me something to regret about stepping on this terra by now.
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