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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Sept 1, 2007 11:14:51 GMT -5
Mama help me, I've been cursed, Death is rolling in every verse. Candy paint on his brand new hearse. I roll my opticals.
"Were talking about you not to you. Shut your mouth femmene."
I hiss toward her. Whipcord lashing at my flanks. Can't contain him, he knows he works. F**k this hurts, I won't lie. Doesn't matter how hard I try.
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Post by Khartoon on Sept 1, 2007 11:18:10 GMT -5
I do not listen nor care if I recive beatings.
No Stag you are no threat to me only dark load is a threat, your a nother stag as always.
I kick out at him snorting I was a dark and itwas time i started acting like one [/center]
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Sept 1, 2007 11:22:10 GMT -5
Half the words don't mean a thing, And I know that I won't be satisfied. So why, try ignoring him. I watch as she kicks out at me. I roll my optics. Whipcord flicking at my flanks as if nothing has happened. Audits had sunk into my crown.
"Where is this new mare you speak of?"
Vocals questioned Tego. Sure, they couldn't be as good as Morgra. But, I'd give them a shot. Make it a dirt dance floor again. Say your prayers and stomp it out, When they bring that chorus in.
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Post by Khartoon on Sept 1, 2007 11:26:42 GMT -5
I snort hearing of a mare I hiss at him .
stag a new mare is what you wish I hear, only a foal would throw a mare out , if this new mare is so stupid as if to get lost she is no need to a herd, beyound my years i know you are but brains you have lost and i have gained from your foulish nature.
I Smirk at him and roll my orbs now looking at the dark loard is smack my whipcoard agaist my flank and shake
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Post by Khartoon on Sept 1, 2007 11:27:19 GMT -5
( i half to go sorry guys ill be back lator)
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Sept 1, 2007 11:28:28 GMT -5
bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I roll my optics.
"I'm fine with the mare I have now."
I hiss. I flick my whipcord. Attention turning back to Tego. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away, Just to throw it away, Just to throw it away.
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Post by ♣Tego on Sept 1, 2007 22:01:00 GMT -5
I shake my dial lightly, the b*tch was three, how much knowledge could she gain about us in her days?
First off b*tch, speaking to the second brute like that, the second most powerful dark f*cking brute, is not too good of an idea, because he can banish you just as easily as I can, so don't get to confident. Second, you are merely three or so, so how much can you actually know about our kind? I suggest you think before you open your mouth again
I hiss, swishing my whipcord lazily
Do you want to stay with her?
I add, motioning toward the wench I had just finished lecturing ♣T E G O
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Sept 2, 2007 10:10:25 GMT -5
I bleed it out. I've opened up these scars, I'll make you face this. I pulled myself so far, I'll make you face this now. I give a shake of my crown. "No."Vocals hiss. I was fine alone, when there was no second lady. I was fine on my own. Not, like I'd talk to the femmene anyways. I had Morgra. I allow a snort to pass through. Pillars soon dragging my large bodice away from the two equines. I tended to be alone. I'd be with other equines if necessary. And, really I didn't find this to important. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away.[/sub][/center][/color]
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Post by unknown on Sept 3, 2007 11:15:48 GMT -5
Monique watched the trees pass her by as she cantered past them, finding her way to this royal land. She slowed as she entered them. Her eyes scanning around for any signs of life. She stopped and hummed to herself, expecting someone to come along soon. She heard voices over her humming and moved towards them. She spotted the small crowd and smirked. She liked a good gathering.
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Post by morgra on Sept 4, 2007 17:08:03 GMT -5
ooc; forgive me if I mess something up, I'm too lazy to read the whole thread. And forgive Morgy's attitude, she's rather possessive, lol.
Oh, what nerve the little wench has. Slinking up against Morgra's stallion, backsassing Morgra's Dark Lord, acting as if she belongs in Morgra's harem. Well, Morgra will need to teach the little slxt a lesson or two. Morgra is Tego's Fate, his "second in command", Morgra is Scheme's mare, and this is Morgra's show. The vermilion demoness snakes up from behind Scheme, slithering up his large black corpse. At her heels trots the blood bay whelp, but her eyes lock onto the new mare, "Hell's Angel". More Angel than Hell, if you ask Morgra. Morgra deems little Angel to be no threat, ch, only Queenie herself is a threat to the Tainted Saint. But her place must be known. Morgra utters a simple snort, by way of greeting, but Diesel is more sociable.
-Diesel-
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on Sept 4, 2007 19:09:52 GMT -5
I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away, Just to throw it away, Just to throw it away. Nares catch the wonderful scent. Dial turns and catches the site of Morgra and Diesel. Yes, my mare and my son. I feel Morgra's coat brush along mine. Emerald optics soon catch a new fae that has made her way in. She, must be the other mare Tego was talking about. I'd let Morgra deal with Hell's Angel. I lower my dial and allow a snort to push through. Soon raising my dial once more I watch the commotion of the equines around me. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away. I bleed it out, Digging deeper just to throw it away.
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