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Post by crimsonite on May 13, 2006 16:24:30 GMT -5
The black stag who had once roamed these lands as lead entered the border once again, slowing gently to a halt he breathed deep, for it would bring all his feelings back, but in a way he needed to see, he snorted and nickered loudly for Black, he thought unmentionable things about him, perking his harks he listened out for Black, expecting a rude welcome. |
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Post by silverdreams on May 13, 2006 19:15:38 GMT -5
Impure came back into the land full speed, he cheekbones wet from her last encounter. She halted in her place as she saw her one and only true love. Memories of the past flooded her brain and she wondered what he was here for. She turned her face away from him for a moment, afraid to show him the love she still felt for him. Then she faced him, not afraid and not caring if he saw her hurt.
" Hello Midnight " she whispered, her voice quivered
Another silent tear drifted down her chekbone and dropped onto the soft loam below her. She could not help but feel pain, pain from the fact that midnight had moved on and had a mate, another mate...........she stood there unable to speak anymore.
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Post by cammy on May 14, 2006 9:29:08 GMT -5
Black galloped swiftly in, muscles gleaming under his ebonite hued pelt. Each blade struck the loam with power, beating down a signature 'pon the parchment. So this was why Impure had fled.. Perhaps more feelings she had for Midnight than him. This thought sent a tingle of anger down him, but he kept on. The dark brute slid to a halt before Midnight, dipping his dial warily. "Lo, Midnight." he said calmly, trying to keep venom from his tones. Now that his wounds had healed, he was ready for anything. Would Midnight challenge again? Harkits flickered, and his fangs became visable once more, flashing out poisonous lyrics. "I daresay you come to challenge again?"
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Post by crimsonite on May 14, 2006 11:16:15 GMT -5
He snorted deep from his chest, harks a little weary, though he was still fully alert, Midnight watched Impure, listening through love and interest to her words, he too longed for her, but he had Rythme now. Lifting his front pillar in annoyance and bordem he pawed the ground, looking over as Black came over, his stance was strong for he would not show any weakness, even if he did not win. Dial was nodded and he parted his kissers, I daresay I do. he hissed. |
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Post by cammy on May 14, 2006 11:19:16 GMT -5
"Impure, do you wish to come to the battle?" he said in soft tones, though lyrics held some assid venom, not to be delivered to Impure, but to his rival. Daggar lifted from the loam to spoope about it's rough surface, and a harsh snort exited his maw. He dipped is crania to Midnight, and cantered off towards the battle grounds.
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Post by crimsonite on May 14, 2006 11:24:48 GMT -5
((Okay)) His optics watched the stag, for the battle was not to start before they went to the fighting grounds, so he was careful for Black not to try anything, he lifted his dial proudly and nodded to Black, sending a nervous glance to Impure, for she still razzled his feelings, he turned and dug his back pillars into the sod, tearing off to the grounds. |
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Post by silverdreams on May 14, 2006 11:27:17 GMT -5
Impure followed
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