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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Jun 20, 2007 10:13:15 GMT -5
My blades soon fell to a steady 1-beat. I let my whipcord drop down. I felt it hit my hocks. I allowed a snort through my nares.
"Where do you want these?"
I hissed to Tego. Gesturing toward the light fae's.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jun 21, 2007 8:36:44 GMT -5
Don't ever misjudge me. I don't just give up, and I'll always be back for more. But then, when you think you have me figured, I change. Life's funny that way. But hey, so arn't the neutral ways. So, I guess it kind of fits. I can be on one side, or the other, just expect me to be on the side that has the most fun; I prefer the loosing side, to bring it to a victory, or help bring it down, either is fun. But now, I was loyal to the heaven kissers these days, in dear memory of my dame, Sata.
My lethal daggers ate at the ground, lengthy ashen limbs moving with tremendous speed, muscles rolling down my hide, puce and pallid hide weaving through the dead and dying timbers. My auds were back, hidden beneath a tanglement of gnarled tresses, which extended down to my foreleg joint. Forelock rolled down a dished dial, swerving to cover one orb, the other's icy blue surface glaring at the surrounding lands. Chain dragged the ground, though held high, it whiped across the atmosphere, each individual cord like a knife to the foliage surrounding.
Smirk crossed my features, my scythes stricking solid ground, making a loud clattering as I continued forward. My smirk was caused by pleasure, as my gaze found sight of Midnight's Scheme, along with the light faes I'd sought out. Dialated hollows intook the surrounding aromas, judging just how many were around and just what I could do. No, I'm not a quitter, and I'll never be.
My gait slowed to a walk, my serpentine arched and muzzle pointed to the hells, auds still plastered to my skull, as I approached the sahib. Alongside me was my babe, her chocolate and porcelain body in unison with mine. She was young, thus I'd had to take her, and I guess I could risk her in a battle; a lamb such as her can be useful, and I won't let anyone touch her. Because, well, I'm protective like that.
Did you miss me, boys? My voice rang out, full of mischief, as I was young myself. I had adressed Tego and Midnight's Scheme, Marvianee alongside me but slightly behind, in a protective manner. Becuase I've missed you-wait, no, I havn't. I've missed beating you. I snickered, my eyes transfixed on the two.
Marvianee soon strayed from my side, looking over to the light faes. Innocence portrayed the little mutt's facades, a smile on her lips as she watched them, behind my haunches and my plume covering her back. See? I can be a good mommy, if I feel like it, putting myself inbetween she and the darks.
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Lots o' muse xD guess who's back, back again, Dream's back, tell a friend xD |
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Jun 21, 2007 9:29:52 GMT -5
"Shouldn't you be doing Neutral stuff? Your King helped us with these faes."
I said with a smirk. This Queen had gotten on my nerves. I shook my ebon bodice and snapped my ivories at the light faes herding them away.
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My large blades pounded the litho. My banner and whipcord snapping in the sky. I soon pulled to a walk and watched Dream and Marv. I shook my visage and moved closer up.
"What is she doing here?"
I stated. I looked at Dream and Marv.
"We should go."
I stated. My orbs held a calm look to them as I waited.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jun 21, 2007 9:36:45 GMT -5
Fury had sparked, my orbs raging with it, making me quite unpredictable. Neutral business, can go either way, unlike dark business. I shot, my dial lifting in an elegant but stubborn manner, so my maw was held as the apex of my cranium, a sure sign of my thick-headedness. Banner flicked nonchalantly, the tassels leaving the back of the little fae.
Gaze strayed off to Elitation, a look of pure enragement remained set on my dished facades. No. You should go. I should stay. I'm not about to leave Marvianee alone, especially once I find out her sire's mingling in the dark business against me. My tones spat, harks remained fixed to my skull, icy blue orbs flicking once more to Scheme.
I'm ready to dance a little dance, if you know what I mean. Pfft, I could beat a 'weary warrior' like him any day, and I'm willing to take my chances. Marvianee's watching scheme, too, her own chocolate orbs scanning over the form of the masculine, sizing him up, it seems. |
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Jun 21, 2007 9:44:37 GMT -5
"This has nothing to do with us."
I hissed. My whipcord flicking in irratation. I threw a blade out at Dream.
"You could of dropped Marv off with Brio. The other neutral stag. He has a mare now and they could of watched her."
I threw my dial high and held it with an arched crest. My banner hanging low.
"We never talked about what side were taking."
I hissed. My harks were flatten to my visage as I starred at her with icy orbs.
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My blades placed theirselves infront of the other wearily. I soon had the faes in a cave. I leaned my weary bodice against the side of the cave. I gave a nod of my visage to Tego and walked over to the water. I lowered my dial and drank until my throat was hydrated again.
I gave a flick of my whipcord and moved over to my oak tree. I raised my visage and looked at the foal. I let a sneer form on my velvets. My harks flattened to my visage.
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Post by Nesra on Jun 21, 2007 11:34:21 GMT -5
:xXx:Clytemnestra:xXx:
Harks lower as Scheme nears, ivories bared. Velveteens are drawn to showcase my own in return. Lyrics are expelled in warning. He would not touch me, remember love, I be a willing captive. And your form of hospitality be unwelcome and unnecessary with me. I am a light. Have you not eyes? Kind and gentle creature I be. Correct? Thought so.
'Remember the deal brute. You are not to lay a hand on me. The presence of neutral lady does nothing for me. Are you blind?'
Picking up a steady 2-beat, I allowed him to herd me. If he could keep his word, I could at least keep mine in return. An eye for an eye, tooth for tooth.
Entering the cave, I tossed my tiara before easing myself to the ground. Weary says you? Nah. Saving says I. Saving my energy for when I may need to fight once more... Not that that was looking very likely... |
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Post by rayanna11111 on Jun 21, 2007 12:19:17 GMT -5
Eris went willingly into the cave and also laid down. This is ridiculous. I just get here and I'm captured. I hope that new light lord gets here soon. "how long do you think we'll be kept here?" she said quietly to Clytemnestra. They couldn't keep them here forever.
OCC: UGH!
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jun 21, 2007 13:08:45 GMT -5
Icy eyes glaring. Dangerous teeth locked together. Ears flattened. Now I'd watch your back.
Pools of the deepest, coldest of blue hues glaring down at Elitation once more, hollows flared. Oh, yes, let's do. Leave her with a complete stranger. Yup, that's totally on my agenda. Sarcasm. Ha. Alyssa thinks that's funny. My voice was piercing, dripping with the sarcasm. I really can't stand all this bossing around; I'm not the type to allow such behavior unless its me doing the pushing.
Lengthy plume flicking irratably at my haunches once more, attention taken completely off the surrounding. Alyssa says Dream and Elite have relationship problems, and that they should go to counciling, haha. My harks remained plastered, gaze deadly. Marvianee strays from my side, her own lengthy pistons carrying her around the front of my skeletal form, twins alert as she watches Scheme and the other minx.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Jun 21, 2007 13:12:04 GMT -5
"Why don't we just kill her then."
I hiss at her. I put my visage in her face. My icy orbs glaring into her own. I flick my whipcord in irratation. My harks grab on to my crown. My velvets quiver trying to bare my ivories.
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"Problems, aren't gonna help you."
I cough. I lower my dial and let another cough out. My orbs are droopy. My whipcord lays at my hocks.
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Post by Tomahawk on Jun 21, 2007 13:22:56 GMT -5
Strides thick with anger and malice, unbidden of all restraints, ripping across the loam with a wicked grace. Fearless, roaring, like the growl of thunder deep in the distance. The ashen sky was building with such, humid and hot, the beginning of a storm was starting to build, piling on top of the earth, pressurizing the land and its inhabitants. Flints strike the earth quickly, her long strides pulled by her granite daggers, deep grooves remained after her wake, followed by smaller, more minuscule ones. Something smaller followed the dark queen on this twilight, its breath following her every move. Sins of Willpower, her child formed with Tego. His lengthy pistons crashed to the earth, pulling him close to his dam, only to fall back once again, lagging before he could get close again. Tomahawk heard the wheezing of her child, his breath distressed and shaky, but she was to enraged to stop now. That d**n neutral w.hore was on her land once again, all because something happened. If she was so friggin concerned about the lights, she should have joined them instead of staying with the neutrals. Tomahawk let a snarl pass her lips, tearing at her vocals with a malignant rage.
The gathering in the distance became apparent, their forms becoming larger. Both of those useless neutrals were here, annoying as hell they were. Tomahawk threw her head back, letting forth a hellish scream worthy of a demon. Tomahawk was no more, only left was a monster, lusting the blood of each creature that stood on her land.
Soon enough she reached them, her maw agape, ivories itching to feel flesh tear under their strength. Her lyrical venom clashed with the atmosphere, claws of acid ripping apart the air.
Get the Hell off my land you little kinder w.hore and waste of testosterone. You aren't needed here, go return back to your land and attempt to look intelligent.
A fore lashed out, aiming at Dream's leg, acurate and unable to be fully dodged. She flet contact, but her vision was too clouded in rage to see if she did shred the flexor tendon like she wanted. Infection might set in, and she would know soon enough.
ooc:: Sorry, this was rushed and im pissed off
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Post by morgra on Jun 21, 2007 13:35:08 GMT -5
Ray had been nearly catatonic when the beasts of the shadows returned. The noise at the mouth of the cave ripped her back into reality, and she turned her blue eyes to the light at the end of the tunnel. Multiple beings stood there, Elitation, Scheme, Dream Weaver and two femmes she had never seen before, as well as Dream's filly. As much as she appreciated Dream Weaver's support of the light, she was shocked and apalled that she had brought the young child with her to such perilous lands. It was the arrival of the neutral king that brought things into perspective. She trusted no one else with the flicka. She staggered up to her feet upon the arrival of Tomahawk, her mortal enemy, but no one seemed to notice her. She stood in the shadows of the deepest part of the cave, and everyone but the new mares and Morgra were outside. She limped closer to them, the gash on her foreleg, a gift from Tomahawk, was no longer bleeding, but she sensed approaching infection, and had taken to cleaning it as often as possible. The constant licking prohibited proper healing, but she knew it would improve if she could get home. Morgra made no moves, she stood mutely and eerily at the mouth of the cave, watching them with a sickening glint in her red eyes.
Ladies, I know not who you are, but I sense you are not enemies of mine. I am Diamond Ray, Light Queen. Tell me, what is happening.
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Post by ..Dream†Weaver.. on Jun 21, 2007 13:45:30 GMT -5
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mad at me for bringing Dream in.
Glare was still focused on Elitation, his words hitting hard. Tomahawk's arrival didn't phase me, until the squeal from Marvianee pierced the settling silence. Due to the fact Marvianee had strayed infront of me, Tomahawk's dagger had caught the little bella's shoulder. The multi-hued babe staggered, the strength of the blow too much, falling against my forelimbs. Serpentine lowered my handcrafted dial, muzzle pushing the fillen back upon her fores, though a limp was held should she move.
Attention flashed once more to Elitation, only to spit venomous words in his direction. Why don't you just kill me, then. Yes, I'm a handful, and proud of it. Jar pushed against the babe, urging the filla into the fastest gait she could handle being injured, my painted bod storming away, back to the neutral lands, not out of demand, fear, or lack of pride, but out of fury and hatred at the moment.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Jun 21, 2007 13:52:09 GMT -5
My icy orbs watched her leave. I snappd my ivories at Tomahawk.
"Give Tego my apology."
I hissed. I threw a powerful blow at the fae hoping to hit her. I soon charged after Dream and Marv.
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I gave another cough.
"There gone now."
I heaved. I soon lowered my bodice to the ground. Letting another cough out. I layed my dial upon the litho. My orbs clouded with sleep.
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Post by morgra on Jun 21, 2007 14:03:30 GMT -5
Morgra watched everything with a blank expression, her black orbs bottomless chasms of everything evil. Her gaze was held on Scheme for a moment, she smirked wickedly at him. But then she dismissed him, her job at the moment was to watch the lights wenches, and keep them from liberation. Her chestnut coat was soaked in blood, bite marks littered her corpse. She had bitten herself, the desire to see, smell, and taste blood had been raping her. Now her anxious need was cured, and she could do her job again. She shifted her weight and chewed on her tongue, the tension in the air exciting her. She would need to fool with Scheme later, to cure this shuddery feeling. Her lord and lady conversed with the neutral whelps outside, and she listened, but pretended not too. She was not needed, it was none of her business.
ooc; that post was just gibberish, but there y'all go, Morgra's back. ^^
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Post by ♣Tego on Jun 21, 2007 14:15:40 GMT -5
This little wench stands with her ugly toddler, once again on my turf. She finally speeds away, I didn't handle that, I didn't have to. I step toward the dark lady
We should kill her
I murmur, swishing my whipcord, it was calm now, nobody medaling in our business. I catch the words of Elitation
What is the apology for?
I ask her, glancing toward the 'ebon brute sprawled out on the ground. My gaze falls to Morgra, who is watching the light brujas. The two weak royals disappear from my view. I stomp a pedestal on the ground, it is pretty humid today, and the pests are terrible. [o o c] Sorry, museless. [/center] |
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