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Post by Incubus~Slew on May 23, 2006 18:54:16 GMT -5
Oh, you humor me today...The trees swayed to an off beat and the birds' chirping seemed a morbid tune. The sky shone of grey hue and the earth of a pale, for the moisture held in the clouds never seemed to fall upon the ground. The brittle, brown grass gave no fight to the beating steps of the huntress, for her talons dug into the dusty earth with each advancing step. Auds sprung towards the heavens, her full attention was placed upon her surrounding. One could never be too careful in a place such a this. ...calling me out to play...Upon realizing she had no true destination, the huntress's pillars stung the ground before her, bringing her to a halt. Her nares flared widely, the scent of things unknown dancing within them; the scents sent a painful sting. Pools searched the wide, open field upon which she had been placed. Although the grass was tall, it could not hide her muscled figure, for it was much too large.... with your telescope eyes, metal teeth...A sudden cracking of a branch was enough to cause Slew to tense with caution. Her auds pinned against her crania to merely give a warning to whomever might be approaching. Her pearls were now slightly bared, jaws clenched, as she awaited her company.
Oh, joy. Company. Won't they just love to meet this one. Pathetic fools. Hopefully, it'll be a naive little speck, one whom couldn't have the signifigance of a fly, if they tried.... I can't be seen with you, you freak.[shadow=red,left,300][ooc: that was unbelievably horrible.  ][/shadow] |
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Post by .::Magical::. on May 26, 2006 17:10:13 GMT -5
 Indeed, the crack had been a wench bound with the score realm. She curved her nape towards the other fae. "What are you tagged, wretch?" she emmited, her voice pure yet hissing. She tossed her drapery slightly, letting it fall around her boice, her ribbon chains twitching, malicious eyes intent on watching. |
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Post by Incubus~Slew on May 27, 2006 10:47:53 GMT -5
Oh, you humor me today...
Crania lifted to the skys, nares flair wild with the sent of another. Whipcord slashes as the mares hind pillers move to become in action. Orbs were gazed wide with another in sights. Then tighten again. It is only a mer mare.
Er' orb roll white as they enter the back of her skull. What did She want? Hearing the ring of her vocal's made her auds roll to the side in displeasure. She only is only wanting my callings and crusing, And demanding it from me, nope that will not happen. Small tight smirk apears on her maw in the blink of an eye. The young fae lashes out at her with white Ivories trying to barely missing her plump vain in her sweet little neck. saytaic chords echoed.
...calling me out to play...
[shadow=red,left,300]"You never demand of a My name, that would be a bimistake on your part."[/shadow]
... with your telescope eyes, metal teeth...
... I can't be seen with you, you freak
Pulls body back for round two if the mare wishes to be a problem. Aud flat to crania. And nape set low. |
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Post by .::Magical::. on May 27, 2006 11:59:29 GMT -5
The other wretch smiled. "Well, I suppose you made a mistake also." she rolled her optics and snorted. "I also suppose my name will remain a mystery." she again rolled her eyes and trotted away.
I see miss stubborn here has a tempor, said her thoughts. Doesn't even try to be ppolite.
And she vanished, for none to see, only her mate Bereft.
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Post by Incubus~Slew on May 27, 2006 14:07:49 GMT -5
((k? darks are suppose to be rude.))
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Post by cammy on May 27, 2006 14:29:00 GMT -5
Come out and play.[/b][/s]
Ebon chalked brutis walked slowly into the loner lands. Dark chasmes of umber burn rolled in their sockets, and thorns remained laced to his skull. He wondered boredly to himself why he had come here, of all places, to find a mate. Or perhaps he had not. Maybe finding his mate had been a mere excuse he had offered Shatan. Maybe. You could never tell with a decent dark.. That was usually because they were insane. Often. Indeed, a touch of insanity did linger to taint Poisonum's thoughts, though it was not a progressive desease. Not yet.
The darque hellion's curse was an odd one.. A mix of the two deadly words Poison and Venom. Poison was what lingered in his soul; Venom could be found in his speach. Poisonum. Poisonum. Poisonum's thoughts continued to drift with out any meaning, until his orbs snagged on a painted huntress.
He picked up a thrice step, dark visionaries searching her lithe form. Sunkissed splotches dappled her jacket, and darkness seemed to be etched all along her facade. As Poisonum neared her, he slid to a halt, leaving skid marks apon the rich loam and dragging emeralds along it. Lyrics with a slight tint of assid left his maw, meant for the fae. What be your curse, fem? Be you of the dark alliance? He hissed.
Your not gonna live anyway.[/b][/s]
ooc: bad post
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Post by .::Magical::. on Jun 3, 2006 14:32:33 GMT -5
(shes bein sarcastic)
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Post by Incubus~Slew on Jun 5, 2006 19:26:29 GMT -5
((oh ic..I'll post tomarrow if that is okay, no muse what so ever right now lol.))
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Post by Incubus~Slew on Jun 6, 2006 13:13:53 GMT -5
Ice gems caught the brute within them, boa arched, her crown set in place, her frame moved swiftly through the forest, this mare was now sick of the steeds coming and going, one she would find, would stay. Oh, you humor me today...Pistons moved phantom pigment frame through the forestry covered with white blankets of embers, clippers went deep, reaction with high carriage she had to proform....calling me out to play...Banner whipped quads as paited dove's frame slowed before the brute, mind this time, was not willing. Snort emitted from soft vocals, body language clear, this fae was not messing around, her herd needed saftey, if she was to have one, clipper rose and struck the ground. Her domience of wanting to be a lead or high ranking mare clear by her body language. Her velvetine snapped at the brute, her frame carried in tight circle, corwn bobbed, white lave flew widely, daring postin side on held.[shadow=red,left,300] "Yes, I know you can clearly see this. I'm a hell bound vixen"[/shadow] Stamp of a hazel clipper demanded his dubbence, or should she she felt her self high than these.... with your telescope eyes, metal teeth...
... I can't be seen with you, you freak.[/center][/color] |
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Post by cammy on Jun 6, 2006 14:39:44 GMT -5
Dance with the devil[/i]
Gems like bits of chilling ice fell pon the night dawned xanthippe, orbs cold and betraying no emotion, nor thought. Chasms of molten umber tinted with cold hatred and darkness slid easily over her figure, for easy on the eyes it was. Pelt of mink soft sunkissed burn with splotches and splashes of ivor blotting it out, as darkness blots out the sun. Silky rough covering of ebon twitched as muscles slid and pulled beneath it. The lightless patron lifted a foredaggar and churned at the rich, cool soil, loosening sod from the earth's core. The witch surely seemed to worship the devil; had she noticed the edge of sarcasme that coated his polite lyrics? What be your curse, fem? Be you of the dark alliance? had been his silken harsh and menacing vocal tones, released to injure the atmosphere.
"Harken, wench. Will you join me as my mate?"
He spoke in harsh, sharp tones traced in a bored drawl. He really didn't care. Poisonum added in a wickid drawl "My cursed damnation be Poisonum." His tongue was barbed in speach, yet careless and smooth. Live will you not.
At dark[/i]
:ooc: museless....
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Post by cammy on Jun 6, 2006 14:40:32 GMT -5
ooc: I didn't mean to put the smiley there LOL
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Post by Incubus~Slew on Jun 6, 2006 15:15:52 GMT -5
Oh, you humor me today...
Phantom pigment spooked back, auds pinned within all the action.
...calling me out to play...
Phantom pigmented frame moved away on swift pistons, clippers struck the ground hard, fore body bounced hard and purposly a few times in minature rears. Ice blue gems watching.
... with your telescope eyes, metal teeth...
A snort was emitted from her soft vocals, banner whipped quads and abdomuss vibrated under winter coat. Ghostly tone broke forth.
[shadow=red,left,300]"Aye be Slew, Hidden Slew., And for this mate thing, What lead shall I get? I desire to be no devils b.itch, or s.lut."[/shadow]
Gems watched, for no new brute was to take her...with out a fight at lest..and the mare or stallion that did would have to be worthy, daring side long dominent pose held, fixed. For again, she would give a him, unless proven worthy the fight to a death to win her freedom.She only wanted the best and most demond., for once in this now snow covered world, she may have found a dominent match.
... I can't be seen with you, you freak. [/color] |
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Post by cammy on Jun 6, 2006 16:35:22 GMT -5
Lyrics flew from Poisonum's labrums, uttered in a dam.ned hiss quiet as death. The curse he had bound to the lithosphere vibrated 'round the terra, seeming to take a long time to Reach Slew's pinned thorns. Slew. Hidden Slew. Beat a pulse into his poisoned and shadowed brainpan. "Vixen, I warn you. You will have to keep being to demon that you seem if you are to be my matis, for I will except no shallow stupid light." The word light had been spat in a disrispectful tone. "And second - I live in the terra cursed Serpent Stream, allowed there by the leader dam.ned Satan. And if you do continue to be dark, you, at least by me, will be treated as an equil, and what you are-A pitiless, dark vixen to whom all should give respect. That done, I leave you to your decisions." Chains bounded and curled about his hocks, bringing up another welt of blood. Vixen decide where you are to abide.
ooc: suck.y post
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Post by Incubus~Slew on Jun 7, 2006 18:09:11 GMT -5
Oh, you humor me today...[/color]
Pistons moved phantom pigment frame through the forestry covered with new greens, clippers went deep, reaction with high carriage she had to proform.
[glow=maroon,2,300]"I shall not make my self worthy to you! It is not me you should be asking but if you are able to have me in your hard if it is good enough."[/glow]
Wicked wet word they were, if you make a mock of me, well that is a mistake on your part darey. Small smirk rolls on a pinkish white kissers. Banner whipped quads as white dove's frame clamed before the tycoons, Her time was being wasted and she didnt like it at all. Thinking.. I done messing with this either you show me you are worthy or I shall be one my way. She once smile harsly to this thought. Ice blue gems glare at the one who now still stand before her. Oh then yes....
...calling me out to play...
Blue Gems set 'pon her home terrian.
For the Phantom Pigment Mare was to be forever Wild, nares take within familiar scent, for her dominent nature still strung, her pride of place she would remain.
Banner whipped phantom quads as pistons carried Phantom pigment frame down to the way of this equine.
Boa arched as soft vocals emitted loud squeal od arrival, for the birds within the trees fled their branches.
Nares refered to the scent of her soon to be lead, the thought rung mockingly in her dream box.
Phantom Pigment Frame stood within the clearing, auds twitched sounding, and Gems gazed, for a dominent clipper struck the ground as she stayed her Position.
... with your telescope eyes, metal teeth...
She gazed at the other. Laughing in side, what a cold and hated fae she was. Blue gems dazled to her.
... I can't be seen with you, you freak.[/color] ((cpa, WEAKKKK..POSTY lol)) |
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Post by cammy on Jun 8, 2006 17:20:46 GMT -5
I can humor
you.[/b][/size]
Teasingly spitefull and assid lyrics cut his tongue, barbed and sharp as a sword blade. Well wench, what do you suggest for me to prove my domenance over your worthless would be dark frame? Tone was smooth as poisoned honey, his whiplike words controlled to a minimum. No anger seeped into his toned vocals, for none poisoned him in the moment. This vixen, this wench was funny. How funny it was that she thought herself superior. Filthy light. But no, a light she was not. She would be dead if she was. Poisonum would have done it. Instead she was being offered the position of his mate. Second school of hissing lyrics wrenched the air, like the quiet sound of a snake's deadly hiss-except harsher, more brutal. Is it a test of darkness you are proposing or one of strength, witch? Vocals faded into a deadly death rattle shadow, the snake withdrawing it's ugly head, but still ready to strike. Poisonum's chained whipcord rose, lashing once more at his flanks. Let her assume he was annoyed or impatient. He was going to leave, right? Insane laughter echoed in his dial.
But I am in
control
ooc: eep! ewww! bad post!
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Post by Incubus~Slew on Jun 12, 2006 12:51:23 GMT -5
((ooc: I shall post when my muse isn't lame.))
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][/shadow]
