Chocolate
3rd Degree
There are two options, death or suffering
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Post by Chocolate on Sept 24, 2005 19:43:02 GMT -4
ooc=just post here quickly please, no time to say it, but chocolate came back home and is waiting for all the darks to arrive including his lady
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Post by kasha on Sept 24, 2005 21:23:49 GMT -4
A shrill cry sounded in the dead misty air. A frame a of demonessa was seen thru the fog. The pounding of talons was heard lashing the loam. Pillars srtonger than steel brought the carcass of the one cursed Ðårk Mððn Lady of H*ll. Finally she imerged from the fog into the land of the Dead Royals. A wonderful place it was, all was dead, damp, and dark. Not quite as nice as where she had been born and came from, but this place was the closest she had ever found. The demonessa wondered why more terras of the Dark Lands wern't like this one. She could never hope to live here, why couldn't other Dark terrains, where she could live, be like this?
She haulted her swift gait to a stand still the moment her moons of ice spoted the Lord of the Darks. She threw her banner back, but it did not help her dreads fell infront of her orbs a slight breeze making the sray ends moved and whip along her nape. Then she extended one piston bending the other in a bow to the Lord. It hurt her pride deeply, but now was not the time to squable amongest themselves for a great battel was ahead, she could sence it.
"Lord Chocolate I have come from the claiming lands to here as you have asked."
Her hiss fell into the air of death. Her pillars brough her back up from the dirt. She had one more thing to discuss with the Lord if he felt he had time. The other stags she had met had no time for her, of course no one knew what she truly was either. She held her tounge to see if the Lord of Darkness could figure out she had something more to say.
ooc: Your lady has left Dreamweaver will be holding tryouts for Dark Lady again.....sorry Chocolate
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Post by Weiry on Sept 25, 2005 16:22:05 GMT -4
Muscles flexing in his large bulk, Wake, Lord of Velitan had arrived into the Royal Lands. Snorting as he paced, his angered thoughts now drove him furrious, for he was in no mood to have a get together with the 'dark' scum that ruled these lands. Black tainted pistons raged throughout the land, tearing up the soft topography of the royals terrain. Dark orbs saw the gathering mass of vile ones and listfully moved his bulk in their direction.
Coming to a halt near the femmora Dark Moon whom he had seen earlier, Wake snorted with a discust. Flicking his short tassels about his flanks he waited uneasily for the 'meeting' to start, and for his mate Fade to show up trailing behind him. He should have never come, for it only showed his weakness and submission to the so called Royals. Snorting again the stag waited bored until the talk would start, finally seeing his wench approach out of the distance..
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Chocolate
3rd Degree
There are two options, death or suffering
Posts: 173
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Post by Chocolate on Sept 26, 2005 20:58:51 GMT -4
Iron dug into the topsoil, spotting the femme from the claiming grounds As she approached he lifted his dial higher, nape arching in a proud manner Auditives stayed flat against his dial as she approached, taking in her words with interest Welcome M'lady He replied, using that term carefully Traversura had just left, leaving him without a Queen At this time of need it was so like a feamora to leave on him! His mouth stretched in a grim line as he thought of this Going into a war without both royals He suposed a fatale could fill in for now, but eventually they needed a strong leader A firey orb drifted to the vix standing there Her strong build was hidden by sloping lines and long legs Devilish optics gleamed beneath her gnarled forelock, a trait Chocolate shared with her A smile curved imaginary kissers A train of thought left his dial Another brute approached, the one called, wake Fores rose into the air, pawing at the sky impatiently as they waited for the others to arrive [/size][/center]
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Post by kasha on Sept 26, 2005 21:34:19 GMT -4
She smiled evily yet respectivly to the Lord of the Darks. A slight snort sent to Wake for her had shown no compassion towards her what-so-ever. She glided forth to a near by dead tree. Her shanks folded under her neatly in place. She groomed her pelt feverishly, taking care to make it perfect. She then looked to the Lord of Darks and hissed every so smoothly
"Thank you for welcoming me into your marvelous lands of death and evil. I have but one question...When is the Storm coming?"
She then preceded to groom her wipcord and shine her flints by rubbing then against her velvet cloak. She prefered being in the best state and condition. She sighed and awaited his reply.
ooc: Watches muse go down tolite
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Post by Weiry on Sept 27, 2005 18:04:47 GMT -4
Narrowing his darkened slits, Wake watched the two suspiciously.. had he seen a flicker of lust between the two equine? Not really caring the stag rolled his eyes and stamped his dagger into the soft topography impatiently. He wondered breifly if the Lord had a queen, or if he resided here alone in the barren wasteland. Catching Dark Moon's glance he wondered what was on her mind..if she felt anger towards him for some unknown reason. For she was the one whom had stupidly judged Wake before he could do anything about it.
I have come..now what have we met here for?
He demanded, very impatient. Flicking his short black tassles 'round his hide the stag swatted at pests that flew in the brown, dull air that hugged the equine's bodices with a sweltering heat and poisonous fume. Glaring at the lord Wake looked stern and, annoyed almost.
Let us get this over with before I rot in this wasteland you call your home. Domicile here, ha, I find nothing special in this filth.
He hissed at Chocolate rudely. The stallion irritated him, and his dubbance... Wake found it as an insult to darks. He should have never come.. but the purpose was still unknown. Wake's pelt grew warm in the setting sun as it slowly disappeared behind the trees. Golden edges lined the brown plumes overhead, and a few winged creatures fluttered among the evening sky. Stamping another one of his pistons the stud grew annoyed and found a need growing inside him. Wondering where his new wench was he snorted, Fade had come at ill timing. [/color]
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Chocolate
3rd Degree
There are two options, death or suffering
Posts: 173
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Post by Chocolate on Sept 27, 2005 21:47:54 GMT -4
Chocolate watched the femme's pelt gleam off the remaining sun beams, the moon beginning to emerge Thorns remained laced as the brute hissed at him An amused chuckle escaped him at the brute's impatience Wake would have to learn the art of staulking, that would teach him patience Watching through the shadows as your prey or enemy danced around unaware of the danger hiding right near by Waiting for the perfect moment to strike, even if it meant waiting hours, or even days Pools flicked back to the equines there, sizing them up again for usefulness
You have been brought here by I, Ruler of these desolate lands to preform a task that states the loyalty to your fellow darks
He grinned wickedly, knowing many would fall back under the pressure, cracking and letting go Looking at the equus before him he decided they would probably not break, unless what he saw was not who they were Turning his dial slightly towards the wrench darkened locks moved out of his face
Patience M'dear is the patience to waiting out any storm
He grinned, he loved using little riddles and metaphors It was so funny to watch the uneducated struggle with the meanings Glancing again at the two before him he considered by the look on their faces they would understand his words [/center][/color]
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Post by kasha on Sept 27, 2005 21:58:10 GMT -4
She smiled wickedly, she awaited the time of the storm where the sea would rise to devour the lights that walked the Earth. What a glorious day it would be when at last the last Light soul was to fall victim to the flints of the mighty Dark souls. Bloodshed was on the way, and she could barley stand the wait.
"Yes patience is a virtue, and life is a game. Storms rise the sea to shallow the unworthy. Winds are to blow to destroy the souls of those who are unworthy."
She rose from the ground her pistons standing strong. She moved them forth her occuli of ice and fire seemed almost attached to the Lord of Darks. A few questions began to form in her mind, nut her kissers where sealed not to release a word into the dead air.
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f a d e
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Post by f a d e on Sept 30, 2005 23:06:51 GMT -4
The devil's hession came forth following the hoofprints of her lead. Though she hadn't known at the time, why they were approaching the lands of the Royal Cursed, she figured they must be holding a conference of some sort. Snorting in pure malice and hate to her leaders for their incompetence, she stormed across the terra firma, every muscle lined with sweat. Fade had come to dislike her new position as lead wench. One reason being that there weren't any other soul's under her to command, another concerning her brute. Sure he was pleasing to the sight, strong and handsome in all physical respects, however he possessed the qualities of a ruffian.
Ess slowed her pace, looking forward to see a congregation of her fellows. They stood with their backs turned to her, light winds playing at the grass 'neath their flints. This was good, she would have the element of suprise if need be. Chill, she reminded herself, if they wanted to attack they wouldn't be in plain daylight, stop living through your past... Fade calmly graced over to Wake, standing a little ahead of him on purpose. The bruja wanted to show him that there was no way she would allow his so-called "stallion forces" reign supreme over herself. The mare didn't look at him but stared straight towards who she assumed was their King. He was tall, dark, and looked somewhat distant.
Where was the Queen?
Perplexed, Fade stood and waited. All would be revealed soon enough, if my patience will hold, all will be well....
ooc: utter crap! Sorry guys...
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Post by Weiry on Oct 1, 2005 16:12:07 GMT -4
The stag watched his ess stand before him, without so much as a glance to his smugly worn face. A flicker of anger rose in his bod, but it faded once he watched her petits, evil little frame ahead of him. A smirk came to his maw, for he was slightly impressed, and dare I say it, proud for his..queen. He respected the fact that she stood her ground to him, not letting some pushy stag get his way. He liked it, the demoness of Fade had showed, and now Wake could show off his treat to the other stallions. Another smirk appeared on his mug, but out of a liking instead of wicked planning. Snorting impatiently, he wondered when this thing would start. He had better things to do on his own time, and couldn't waste any of it standing around in front of the d**ned 'Roayls'. Swishing his short streamer about his flanks the stag's mug drew closer to his femmora, and a small touch of his velvet was given to her withers. Wondering if the ess would take it offensively he slowly removed his mug from her spine and held his ground once more. For after all, they hadn't been together very long. Snorting once more the stag's thoughts returned to the 'meeting' and he became uninterested in staying much longer. ooc-sorry if that made no sense, got up at 5 this morning and have been gone all day
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f a d e
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Post by f a d e on Oct 1, 2005 23:54:11 GMT -4
Blood bay maiden stood stock still as she waited for the sermon to begin. Her ebonite tassles caressed her facade in delicate strokes as a slight zephyr came swooshing into the glade. Fade liked where she now was. In front of her lord, just where she always needed to stay. 'Twas not the fact that she didn't feel empowered by his mere presence, but that something about him made her quake. Whether or not it was from fear at his brute strength, but from something, much deeper. Something she hadn't felt in what seemed a lifetime.
Fade felt his touch and shivered, not caused by the wind. Her dock lifted almost experimentally for she was in her mare time. Slightly shocked and shamed, she brought it back down quickly, hoping he wouldn't notice. The ess wasn't ready for that just yet, nor would she be for awhile. Their relationship had to have time to develop like a butterfly testing it's wings. They would have to wait and see if they could soar...
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Chocolate
3rd Degree
There are two options, death or suffering
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Post by Chocolate on Oct 2, 2005 9:12:49 GMT -4
AUds pricked at the soft sound of hoofbeats, bringing forth a darkened mare A smirk lit his maw as the new femme and wake conversed silently, seeing the heat come and vanish and reapear again, stronger than before He and Traversura had that once, once a long time ago... No, he would not think of her, or of the things she brought or the way she... Optics forcused back on the equines standing before him Naders fluttered, taking in their numbers slightly annoyed
This is all we have? A few of your beasts are the only ones who truely care of our survival? This disgusts me, as do the lights I do not accept unloyalism very well
He hissed, blood boiling now Auds swept back agian, kissers curled, teeth clacked threateningly A little voice in his mind gave him an idea as a wicked grin spread across his maw
Lucky equines who stand before me as I speak Be it known I am in your favor, and shall forever be You will all be granted special positions as the war ends, which shall be soon
The grin spread, reaching across to the rest of his body, binding it in tension and excitement Boy, what a fun time this was going to be Lights' blood flying everywhere, darks reining supreme An evil cackle forced it's way up his throat, exploding into the misty lands [/size]
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Post by Weiry on Oct 2, 2005 9:31:55 GMT -4
Snapping his dark crainium back slightly as the mare's hide quivered at his touch, the stag stood once again still slightly behind her frame. She would get what she wanted, for she was the Lady of Velitan, his queen. He would respect that, but too much rule is no good for a fae in her position. Smirking as the femmora reacted to his soft caress, dock lifting he could see from the corner of his cold orbs. A glance shot back to her crania.. what was this she had shown? A hint of lust, perhaps, but assuming things was not the case just yet.
Snorting the stag listened to the Lord Chocolate speak dully, trying to sound powerful. Rolling his hard orbs the stud wondered when this would be over, this so-called war. Stamping a piston the stag pronounced his presence instantly to the stags words.
Ha! War you suggest, Lord Chocolate.. well might I say this: The mere abscence of war is not peace.. if we do concour the light ones, what will become of us..them? You speak foolishly M'lord, for though they may be love- struck blessed, they are still powerful.. what would that reputation give to the darks if perhaps they....won..?
He stated, wondering why this Chocolate felt so intent on winning the 'war' when he had no idea of their power and strength. For yes, they were foolish lights, but deep in them there was still a flicker of hate and the will to destroy.
Besides, you have no idea if this plan will succeed. How do we know the lights will not reject our attempt to.. negotiate? Or our your terms to kill all lights...
He hissed quietly, wondering if the stallion got what he was saying. Stamping a piston Wake flicked his tail 'cross his hind impatiently, but awaiting an answer.
ooc- blehhhh..sry im out of it. [/center]
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Post by kasha on Oct 2, 2005 12:29:16 GMT -4
He expression changed with the Lord or Darks words her blood boiled with hate for those Darks in this land who refused to come forth to show their loyalty to the Dark Side. A simple hiss escaped her
"Those Darks who do not show their faces shall die as well. There is no need to have Darks whom don't even have loyalty. Once we have won the war those whom dare betrayed our glorious empire shall rote with the dead Lights. She paused resuming again when she found more words."Of course this will be up to you Lord Chocolate. I do not mean we have to only with your 'permission' shall I destroy the unworthy and disloyal Equines who call themselves Darks and dare to destroy our reputation. It was only a suggestion."
Her orbs of ice and fire turned to Wake and his Queen a shot of a little tiny hurt hit her. If only Wake had been caring enough to simple show that perhaps he did care about her she might also be along side of him. However the hurt almost instantly turned to angry for the brutes incompetence and general disregard for Faes. Then as he spoke his own words her blood again boiled. How could a stag such as Wake dare talk that way to a Royal who was far more experienced?
"The plan will secede because I refuse to let fail. Ever single Light that dareth come before me shall perish and rot forever. As for you Wake you really ought to watch your tongue. All those whom betray the Darks and who bring disgrace to the name of Darks shall perish also. Put your petty differences aside with Lord Chocolate until the storm of blood has passed."
She hissed harshly to the brute of no brains, but still what she said surprised her. She didn't normally stand between two bruthens, but something was different about this time. Maybe the slight element of caring that Chocolate had was starting to get to her. She shook her head knowing that couldn't be. She must only like him for his darkness and will to kill Lights. Then again this feeling was different, but now was not the time to think about it. There was a war coming, a war that was to flood the world in blood, a war that would prove once and for all that Darks are the more powerful souls.
ooc: Gawd Im TOTALY out of muse *watches muse fly out window*[/b]
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Post by Weiry on Oct 2, 2005 16:11:33 GMT -4
A glance of hatred was shot towards the fae Dark Moon. Hard orbs watched her small bay form move restlessly about on the soft topography uneasily. What in the hell did this femmora try to get at him? What point did she try to proove? Stamping a piston the stag ignored her foolish words.
Ha! Hold back my tounge? If I were you, I'd keep my forked tounge behind my teeth, you pregnant dog of a fae. You have no idea what damage the lights could do..and this is a waste of my time. d**n you, Lord Chocolate, for summoning us here! The stag boomed, furious with them all. Stamping a hoof he tried to regain his posture, his bodice now slightly ahead of his queen's. Backing slightly he added,
You say you will kill the ones that donnot show? Ha! They are wise to not come, for this is a waste of precious time that I could be doing better things.
Finishing the stag flicked his streamer, now looking at Chocolate.. this fae Dark Moon was not worth it.. [/color]
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