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Post by atlanta on May 19, 2007 10:26:27 GMT -5
.X. A t l a n t a .X. [/size] How do I Simplify //Ivory contessa tri-beated at a lively pace 'pon the terrain. Violet blue visionaries scan the horizon happily. This was all she wanted, a new place to start over. New faces, new names, it was all....... new// |
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 19, 2007 12:46:21 GMT -5
My blades moved me across the terra. I gave a flick to my whipcord as pests swarmed me. I allowed a snort to pass through as a bugs swarmed around my nares.
My orbs caught the site of the fae. She was moving at a brisk trot, yet I was moving at a lope. I could easily catch her, but did I want a fae? Yes and no.
I spun upon my burly haunches, and loped up to her. I stepped infront of her. I knew she would stop, or I would go after her.
"Ello."
My vocals rang. My orbs left her bodice, and moved toward the heavens. Rain is on it's way. I will make this quick. I flicked my auds toward her and waited impatiently.
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Post by atlanta on May 19, 2007 14:37:52 GMT -5
.X. Atlanta .X. //sliding to a halt infront of him she sighed softly 'lo lyricals play softly, violet blue voids follow his gaze towards the sky. Angry clouds thretene to pour, dark, haunting. auditories flick towards the seemingly impatient stag, why would he bother to stop if he had no time. Ah yes, so he could have one more toy to play with, one more ornament to decorate his home. that was most likely the case.// |
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 22, 2007 15:54:57 GMT -5
"Your name fae?"
My vocals stated. I gave another swish of my whipcord. She did not speak. I drug a blade along the litho as I waited. My auds picking up the sound of nearby thunder.
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Post by atlanta on May 22, 2007 16:07:13 GMT -5
Atlanta lyricals reply a bit to harshly, voids show a bit of anger, acoustics catch the near by thunder do you not like rain? vocals question.
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 22, 2007 17:02:13 GMT -5
"I see, Atlanta."
My vocals copied her harsh tone. I threw a blade out, and gave another flick to my whipcord.
"M'lady, if I don't have to get wet, I won't. Who wants to stay sopping wet, if you can stay dry."
I was getting angered by this foolish wench.
"You know why I'm here. Now, would you like to join my herd f..Atlanta."
I had no time for games now. I did not like to get wet, for it made me feel heavier and harder on my blades.
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Post by atlanta on May 23, 2007 17:21:53 GMT -5
[color=you seem to be the only stag around here, so I suppose so[/color] lyricals play to the wind, audit slightly pinned resting half way
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Post by ♠Elitation♠ on May 23, 2007 18:59:39 GMT -5
"Fine with me."
I stated. I threw my dial and 3-beated across the litho to my lands.
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