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Post by .::Magical::. on Jul 27, 2006 12:26:26 GMT -5
She flung herself through the trees, Mane in a bitter tangle. Twigs snapped and leaves withered beneathe her flints, she smashed around or through everything in her way. Rage clouded her fine face, Black ought to be here by now. But she could not spot him anywhere. The hellion had started out before the wretched fae, but Artemis did not know where he had disappeared to. The dark maiden expected everyone to be prompt and on time. Black had claimed her in the lagoon, after most certainly badly injuring the one who claimed to be dark but did not appear to be so...in Artemis's opinion. Now she came to a stop in a clearing, throwing her dial in t'wards the darkening heavens, A shrill whinney escaping her jaws to announce her arrival. The air was crisp and cool beneath the shady foliage. Perfect. But there was a sort of warmth in the air, yet the wench's cold, killing breath quickly chased it away from the clearing. A claw lifted, gravity forcing back down in a stomp. Anger etched across her face as she again whinneyed for Black. If he was to be her leader, she expected him to be a good one, or she would desert him, darkest stag she had met or otherwise. When he would arrive, she did not know. But he would or something very unfortunate would happen. It was the stallion's choice...arrive or face the consequences.
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Post by cammy on Jul 27, 2006 15:07:37 GMT -5
Clouds drifted slowly and darkly across the lividly bright, ivory colored moon. The shrill, cool wind whistled through the aged, twisted tree's branches. Some were there natural, barky, brown color.. And some were stained, stained with a crimson substance of gore. It proved the many battles that had been fought, even here. The times that Black's pate had snaked forth, borne apon a scarred ebon neck, for his knives to slash and sever the soft throat of his apponents, to lacerate their jugular veins, to kill them. Blood would spurt out onto the trees, and onto the ground. That was why the emerald blades were coated and stained with the deadly liquid, and the taste lingered with every bite. It was so dark, so eery.. As though the very spirits, the ghosts of the victims, lurked in the shadows, forever bitter at not having a chance at life. They had challenged Black, and they had fallen, one by one, picked off, finished. Dead.
And yet, Black still lived. He still killed. He still came back victorious. But something within him had died, when Impure left. Something had vanished. Now he was a feelingless, ruthless feind, a dark in all aspects. He was not truly alive. Yes, he walked, he trotted, he cantered, he galloped, he killed. But there was a gaping hole within him.
Black's gargauntine daggars crunched through the thick layers of bloodstained gilded autumn leaves. Muscles slid smoothly beneath his bloody pelt. The color beneath the crimson stain was black as charcoal. A harsh noise of greeting rasped forth for the wench standing before him. Indeed, her stance was disrispectful.. But he could live with it. Live? Why in such a hurry, wench? You nearly beat me here. He said sarcastically, with a mocking tone ringing in his bold words.
ooc: ughhhhhhh
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Post by .::Magical::. on Jul 28, 2006 18:36:01 GMT -5
This stag seemed to have a mocking attitude, and Arty would not stand for it. Nearly? Such a liar...She resisted the temptation to roll her eyes.
These hellions, always insisting that they are better...Fools.
Nostrils quivered as she took in every scent possible. There was no point in arguing, for as everyone knows stallions are too prideful to even begin to think about admitting that anyone else beat them. With a small snort, she smirked. "Finally. I thought you were in Neverland. You know, the place where no one ever grows up." She shot back, emphasized the words slightly to get her point across. It was also in a mocking tones, but also more...dangerous ones.
Although Black had decided her attitude was not respectable, Artemis wouldn't have really cared even if she had known. She was queen in her world, considering that a lot of stupid equines had died in her mercy. Her plan was to eventually work her was up to the lead ess.
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