[x]The[x]King[x]

[♣Tego]

I am getting frustrated, very frustrated. I have one femme who is suicidal, a vixen who is stubborn and won't leave, my son has decided to come back for revenge and move into my herd lands, and to top it off, it is beginning to hail. I shake my crania, like I said earlier, I can't kill her because I don't want a dumb stag on my tail for the rest of my life. I shove my son out of the way and step into the shelter, I turn on my haunches, I can't give up, I tear back out to the vix, hail striking my ashen hide. I bare my teeth and clamp my jaws on her as best I can, not even focusing if my frustrated bites are paining her or not, I am just biting her because of the frustration numbing my apex. I stand on my haunches, striking toward the vix several times with jagged talons, still not focusing if I am even hitting the painted demoness. Apparently is a bit dark I think to myself, I am still in the air as thunder cracks, sounding throughout the land as if it was Lucifer himself. There is a strike of lightning shortly after, indicating the storm is laying right above my pinnacles.

[hearts]

I walk to the shelter and go quietly to the corrnor and hide. (Do we actually have to post 5 lines or more because I run out of what to say?)

[♣Tego]

*Read The Rules, it states what to do in the General Part*

[morgra]

ooc; I HATE this post. I was trying a new style.

There is neutral blood in shadowed lands, and this displeases Morgra. Morgra hates anything but dark blood; truly dark blood. Make hellions, make demonesses, but get rid of the angels and the saints. Chestnut harpy watches the group through hollow black eyes; eyes like a dead raven’s, that follow you around the room, and never leave you to your peace. Some think this wench is Satan’s child, but she knows she isn’t. She’s no one’s daughter, she was spawned from hate and the bile of plagued monsters. Don’t come near Morgra, Morgra doesn’t like you. Morgra is a biter, a kicker, a murderer. Killing makes her happy. No, Morgra can’t be happy. Killing makes Morgra satisfied. Yessss, satisfied.

What is the king doing with such wenches? Two darks; not even suitable darks, and a saint lady. Morgra hates the saints, they are worse than the angels. Harpy peels back her lips and growls from the darkness; growls like a wolf. Her dark tassels hang over her nose like bloody vines, hiding her white stripe and disguising her ebony eyes. Eyes like two black pits of nothingness. Morgra steps out of her hiding place and growls again, yellow foam frothing in the corners of her maw, trickle of blood coming from her soft nose.

[Tomahawk]

Pinnacles swerve 'pon her vortex, battling with the thick ebon tresses that flickered across her dial. A snort of fury was given. A neutral wench on her land? Well Partly her's but you understand right? And then some punk ass little stallion coming. What the hell did he want? And another wench to find refuge. Orbics roll in annoyance as the icy hail began to fall, not caring, she plunged out of the cave, bashing into the ebonite stag before dashing with Tego to the wench who lay placid at the lake. The hail began to ease, never lasting long those storms. She stayed a few paces behind the dark lord, letting him take the first attack. But once she found an opening for her to unleash her rage, she let herself go, a violent whinny brushing past her lips as she dove into the neutral wench.

Her dial was lowered, jaws wide, her razors searchign for flesh. She was sure that there was little chance of missing from this strike. Crimson regret, so beautiful no? Pivoting on her haunches quickly, Tomahawk fired a stab with her hind, hoping to crash into the skin above her poll. A smirk crossed her lips, for if she had hit the splenius muscle, head movement would be quite difficult for the neutral whelp. Tossing her dial, Tomahawk turned back to face the wench, her tongue running over her lips to absorb the crimson liquid. A wicked grin cracked her poker face as her facade morphed into a more dangerous form. Lyrical venom was released, her barbed tongue lashing hard enough to draw blood.

Leave wench, it'll keep you breathing.

Tomahawk's jaws snapped in fury, but all she caught within her teeth was air. She chewed the oxygen viciously, pretending it was the tender flesh of the painted wench before her. Cinnamon occult look across the plateu, looking at the chestnut and ebon stag. A snort of disgust left her zephyrs as she took a step closer to the painted wench, her demanding inquire ringing out clearly and lethaly.

So what the hell are you here for anyway neutral lady?

Her banner lashed at her hide in anger, molars grinding as she pinned her auds to her poll. Nares flare, testing the wind for scent of the neutral lord perhaps coming to save his damsel. Nothing of interest yet. Her cranial was jerked in the air, occult burning profusely as she eyed the whelp for the next attack.

[♣Tego]

Orbs took notice to the crimson fae, aaahhh, this must be the fate I thought, continuing my attack. My queen seemed quite content. I left her to her business. I moved towards the fate

'Lo Fate, I am Dark Lord Tego, you are?

I snarled towards the crimson femme, eyeing her suspicioisly

o.o.c:Museless

[..Dream†Weaver..]

|oOc|
please, no powerplaying =/

Don't push me, I'll fight it

The first onslaught of the porcelain stag caught me off gaurd, I admit. Though the arabian breed is known for its agility. While the masculine rose into the atmosphere, I took my turn and rose as well. One of his daggers caught my shoulder, though I didn't pay attention to it, as crimson emerged from the slight wound and stained my pelt. As the new vix came over to get her bit of the action, a sneer crossed my lappets. Accoustic simply flicked once released, no pain held in it. I didn't feel much pain anymore, ever since all that's happened to me as a lamb. Dial raised once that hind came to my dial, I'm faster than that, dear. The scythe caught my cheekbone, no less, no more, and slit the skin on it. My turn.

Spinning so my haunches were facing the wench, the limbs rose as all weight was forced on my forelimbs. With a powerful strike, they aimed towards the chest cavity with such precision it was almost impossible for me to miss my mark. My dial was tucked beneath my fores, locks drenched in my own body fluids fell across my dished facades. As bulk landed on the sodden once more, petite chassis spun. Even though I stood at fourteen two hands, it doesn't mean I can't defend myself. Vennors bore, their ivory surface shinning though my jaw was clenched. My business is my own, wench. Tennors spat with an icy coldness griping each lyric. I don't fall easy. The same icy grip was held in my words.

|oOc|
oh, and if it helps, in her past, her dad tried to rip her ears off, tried to kill her, tore her tail bone from her body, and her adopted dad bit her where her head attatches to her neck. A wolf bit her leg, and she fought infection, and alot more =P

[Tomahawk]

Tomahawk had just about had enough with the neutral doll. Lips curled away in a deviant grin, her next attack planed. It was obvious this whelp would fight back any attack given to her, evidence coming clearly. Cinnamon orbics caught the sight of her turning, a snort of anger flaring from her nares. It took time to process the image of her pivoting around, then to send the the signal from the brain to the muscles. A few seconds already. That put the wench's feet in the air just as she began to shift her weight to spring away. The left hind caught her skin, tearing at the sleek golden surface, slitting across as she feinged off right. Jaws snapping in anger at the marbled wench. There will be more than just crimson fur on you soon honey. Lyrical venom shattered the silence, her violent words slashing into all who would hear.

True wench, your buisness is your own. But when you enter our land, you better have a pretty d**n good excuse.

Banner lashed at her sides, formulating the next attack. Without a warning or more than a second of notice, Tomahawk was off, ebon pistons a blur beneath her muscular bulk, her shoulder crashing into the painted wench. She pulled away fast enough that she didn't see what happened to her, nor did she really care. Vocals pierce the silence once again, their toxic drawl undeniable.

So answer me, doll. What brings you to our lovely home?

Dial is tossed as her piston is lifted, flint sent crashing back to the earth. Her thick ebony drape poured to the side of her face, insane cinnamon occult drilling into the wench.

[..Dream†Weaver..]

Snort crossed my visage at her tones. I'd call it anything but lovely. Her wither struck me in the chest, knocking the wind out of me, I staggered back, but soon recovered. Like I said, I fall hard. I didn't expect a rescue, and I guess I really didn't want one. Entertainment, doll. I spat with a snicker, it was very entertaining, in fact. Visions bore into the wenches own, my gaze icy and cooling. Ok, maybe I wasn't the best neutral around, I was by far more suited for the darks. That's why I couldn't stay away from dark lands, now could I?

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merph, sorry its so bad, rping in two places, muse split =o

[Tomahawk]

A snort then a chortle left her, watching the wench lose her breath. But her answer caused a snarl of laughter to exit her maw. Harks flipped upward to listen to her words more clearly, then replaying them within her mind for a moment. Her dial tilted for a moment before being shaken, threads disheveled and wild. Her own vocals retorted, cinnamons never leaving the icy stare of the neutral.

Oh the wench? Yes quite entertaining. Or if you meant the little battle significantly as entertaining.

A snort left her, tossing her dial once more she raked at the ground, a whicker brushing past her lips.

[♠Elitation♠]

<sub>'Is haunches pulled 'im to a half rear, letting the Queen pass. 'E threw 'is dial, 'is ivories snapping at the fae that came in. 'E spun and kicked at 'er hoping to hit 'er. 'E noticed the new fae, 'is orbs watching, yet 'e stayed away. Letting Tego, deal with her. 'Is orbs caught the sight of another ebon stag, not yet stag but a colt? A colt on this land, trying to talk to the King. 'E let Tego deal with them all. 'E soon closed 'is orbs and watied for orders.


My blade pounded onto the earth that held me. I had followed Dream's scent here, and Tego would do nothing good to her. My auds clampped onto my large dial. My feathers sticking to my legs, my whipcord clinging onto my pistons as my banner held onto my ebon and ivory crest. I threw my dial letting out a snort. Soon arriving beside Dream, my orbs narrowed upon the minscule fae. I felt the hail pelt my coat, but that did not bother me now. My ivories bared as I snapped at her, trying to grab at her throat. My front blade shooting at her all the while.</sub>

[♣Tego]

<sub>I turn from Morgra, hearing large hoofbeats come from the North, neutral lands. I lope up to them, my harks pinned, ivrons bared toward the large, overweight masculine.

Elitation, you have no business near my land, get your and your femme's a$$ off my land

I snarl, the hail has stopped and it is drizzling. I turn and throw my hinid talons towards the brute, trying to get him away from my queen, I am small, but strong, this brute cannot move half as fast as me, he is closer to a draft breed. My tresses have liquid trickling from them and I have several welts from the hail. I turn on my haunches, taking several harsh nips at him.</sub>

[♠Elitation♠]

<sub>I dance on my blades missing his blows, receving only a few. I then spin on my haunches throwing back the kicks. I soon spin around plowing through the Queen I snap at him. I throw my front blades at him hoping to strike him. I soon recide back to my spot near Dream. I throw my dial and let a snort out. The rain feels, as if someone was brushing a feather across me, soothing me from the harsh hail. My orbs take a quick scan of my bodice to see a few welts have appeared.

My orbs drape over Dream.

"We shall leave now."

My vocals boomed. I throw one last kick at Tego, before ushering Dream out. For I don't want a bad connection with the darks, for one day, we may need them.</sub>

[..Dream†Weaver..]

My chassis acted as a shield, my limbs carrying me infront of Tego, taking all the nips he had to serve. My accoustics were flattened against my skull, sapphire orbs ablaze. Don't go ordering around the only other alliances that are at peace with you at the time. Or you'll find yourself in a whole lot of trouble. Tennors stated through clenched jowels, my build swinging on my haunches. Limbs moved with a firm gait, no grace held, muscles rolling down my limbs, softening the harsh effects of anger I held through my movements. Banner swung in irritation, swinging from side to side as I moved on, back towards my lands.

I halted once on the edge of the terrain, serpentine snaking cooly to turn and look behind towards the stags and femme. Coming, Elitation? Altos held a note of affection in their tunes, not nearly as harsh as were my tones to the Dark Lord and Lady.

[Tomahawk]

How dare that neutral son of a bytch touch her. A snarl tore through her lips, jaws snapping closed as he shoved himself into her. A growl vibrated from her chest, her ivrons looking to grasp his neck, clenching a small fold of skin and tearing away there. She swung the piece of skin in her mouth, spitting it at the stag as her vocals are released at the painted wench, grille gritted to sustain her urge to tear her apart.

When you enter my land, you're fair game Dream.

Her attention was turned to the brute, jaws snapping at his face once more before she lost interest, a snarl spat at him in anger.

[o o c] sorry rushed