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Post by pierre on Oct 17, 2005 21:01:15 GMT -4
The contours of an igness form soon set 'glow to the harsh lights that tores at the edges of the demess's shadows,a cold,hurt look ready set within her every action..
She stood silently,awaiting the brute whom she thought less of at this point..a slim chance he had to explain himself,for her patience was wearing,her blacked heart no longering caring,yet she felt as though he had torn her in such a way unimaginable..
No muse..I'm tired
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marred
3rd Degree
counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums [go back to sleep]
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Post by marred on Oct 20, 2005 6:22:05 GMT -4
my sight is comming back and everything is getting better, ill post today
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marred
3rd Degree
counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums [go back to sleep]
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Post by marred on Oct 20, 2005 14:34:17 GMT -4
She turns like the ocean
She tells no emotion
She's been coming down the fine
She's just reminicing
Blood, sweat, and one thing's missing
She's been breaking up inside, inside
the bronc turned to his ess. Crystals still fled down from the heavens. Dampening his soul. Utter sorrow was the only way to describe it. He heaved heavily before stepping besides the gem. moist, warmth of his breath raced pon her wetened pelt. Aroma fled into his paper thins. A rejoice for being besides her once more. Nothing within this world seemed to matter. Nothing within his world did matter, besides his dove. Latin godessa. Perfect gem she be. A sob like noise was caught inside of the bronc as he pictured life without her. Wreck, dismal extermination of himself.
Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
One more than my lonely nation
And one more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
One more than my desperation
And one more than my lonely nation
the two lone silhouettes swayed side by side together within the woods. Damp mist hung round their hardly seen figures. His breathing became heavy as his spine prickeld. Pushing himself to be strong. Fighting back the pain. Heaves were thrown from his soul as a sick murmer was released. azure optics shone brightly as their gaze met. Full of plead for her to remain beside him. For a lifetime. Forver. Sob like disturbance was faught once more as their gaze remained locked. low coos whispered through the empty lands
We are the target market
We set the corporate target
We are slaves of what we want
We're just not amused
And we're just to sit back losing
We are slaves of what we want
the hazey, grey terra was framed in a soft blue taint. Hueless diamond fell down his cheek. Atrix was pressed gainst her own as they met eachother. Soft whickers formed as the broncs mind began to spin.
dove, you ARE my everything. I would die without you. Perfect you are. Never change, never doubt yourself. My gem, i ache for you. I wish to hold you forever. Your everything I have ever wanted. Dont pull away from me. Your all I have.....
the bronc trailed off once more. Another diamond slid down as a sob acame over him
never leve me my latin godessa...
Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
One more than my lonely nation
And one more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
One more than my desperation
And one more than my lonely nation
ick post, trying to get you to staY! trying to show you how i feel. please, no, dont do this to me
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Post by Kye on Oct 20, 2005 18:34:57 GMT -4
She sighed heavily,for he was indeed a fool for speaking of her in such ways as he had in other boards,he had yet to feel her wrath,her extent of power,and yet she felt it would make no indent in their progress..
Yes,she was in season,and yes she wished to bare his seed,she felt deeply disturbed 'ore the fact that she believed t'was ironic he belonged with,as if she held nothing over the delicate one he once entranced..
Had he done the same thing with both?The same dazzle that he still held o'er her as a black cloud of helplessness?She was sure he had..yet she wanted not to believe her insane thinking..
ok ya..museless..been playing lights toooo much!
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Post by Kye on Oct 20, 2005 18:37:30 GMT -4
AHH!!! WRONG ACCOUNT! my bad! lmao! this is ectasy..[runs to change accounts] my bad dawg!lmfao
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marred
3rd Degree
counting bodies like sheep to the rhythm of the war drums [go back to sleep]
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Post by marred on Oct 20, 2005 19:07:56 GMT -4
ashen brute slipped into the terra. empty chasms turned from shadow to shadow as he slid through the pitch. Light ridden pelt intoxicated with rank. Quietly he stepped towards where he heard the presence of another. salmon nares flared a few times, trying to pick up the femoral odor. Ebon daggers seeped into the earth each step. Muck oozing from the wet ground. His seekers searched into the hollow emptiness. Taking in a lone silhouette. Toxin raged inside him, torn holes ached in his heart as he slowly stopped at a good distance from the essa. Surveying her, he noticed the rare, coloring she bore. Her figure flawless, delicate crania outlined by shadows, showing her intense features. She was like a spell that kept him drawing closer. Forever bound in it, amazed by the ess he was
the brujo stepped closer to the femme. A smug look placed pon his mask. Outstretching his boa, her ran his mug down her back. Whiskers tickling her pelt. The soft glimmer of her washing into his seekers. Low rumbles escaped from him as he withdrew his maw from her. mahogany pools gazing over the figure of hers. His gaze met hers. Twas as if he was going to melt. A shiver crept up his spine as her gaze intensified. Rich choco pools making his heart swell. A look of kindness cast over her, and yet, a side of dark was still visible. Her shadow etched figure glowed in the dark, strange it was. There was something truely amazing she was. Amazing, unthinkable, something that was unfamiliar but yet, known well. A wry smile was formed at the tips of his kissers. He nibbled at her tresses. Kissers parting as his ivories attatched to them. The long, silken strands prickled 'gainst his kissers.
A low race of melodys was sent forth from the stag as his pools traced over her figure again. a low rumble of tunes escaped his box. The melody surged through the darkness for only moments. The sounds slowly fading into the emptiness once more.
he spoke clearly, his words softening as he looked at the vixen before him. Seekers were bright as he wore a glimmer of hope pon his mask.
Maybe I've been the problem
Maybe I'm the one to blame
But even when I turn it off and blame myself
The outcome feels the same
I've been thinking maybe I've been partly cloudy
Maybe I'm the chance of rain
And maybe I'm overcast
And maybe all my luck's washed down the drain
I've been thinking 'bout everyone,
Everyone you looks so lonely
But when I look at the stars
When I look at the stars
When I look at the stars, I see someone else
Stars looking at a planet
Watching entropy and pain
And maybe to start to wonder
How the chaos in our lives could pass as sane
I see a sparkle in your eye and I can see what lays inside of you. You are different from the rest, I only brought the wench to comfort you. Be your friend, maybe make you not so lonely. For alas, sometimes just having me may bore you. It was all meant to be a good deed. I promise you.
bad post, my muse went poof!
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Post by pierre on Oct 22, 2005 12:00:13 GMT -4
Her heart pounded furiously,who was this Ebra?Tis said she is Tayoh...
who the eff is this brute?She has said Kye is famous and that Core(mourn)asked me to be in the herd..and she didnt want to be a brat to me and ironic..is this you?Or another??WTF?!
ooc:are you ebra?
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Post by Ebra on Oct 22, 2005 16:50:20 GMT -4
[OOC: well i think i am fed up with rp. totally. i cant stand this anymore. aka JOCK acting up and CORE always lying. yes you seem to do this often to me core. VERY often. and i dont like it. so its over. you say all this twisted crap, and its never true. im sick of it. please dont try to explain. it wont work anymore. if you need more reasons we can talk through pm's but i hate this. i hate rp at the moment, and most likely i shall quit. oh and jock, TAYOH means hmm lets see, TAY. who is also teeka. dont bother trying to scare me off or whatever, or create this into your own show. im sick of this. you wont even let me talk to you. goodness. everyones so different, and not for the better. hope you feel shameful. -sobs-]
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mourn
3rd Degree
i pound my head into the wall and wait for the darknes to silence my pain
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Post by mourn on Oct 22, 2005 18:50:55 GMT -4
you guys are all confusing me. what is going on? I come back from a sleep over and i see this!? what in the hxll?
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Post by Ebra on Oct 22, 2005 20:18:36 GMT -4
you lied to me. every word was a lie.
it hurts to ever full explain, but you should know what this all about. you hurt me.
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Post by pierre on Oct 23, 2005 14:25:03 GMT -4
[confused]was this before yesterday?I dont plan to run you off..you said you wanted mourn..[points to marred]this is my seksi marred..no touchy [stamps label on marred that says property of Ectasy]
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Post by pierre on Oct 23, 2005 14:29:01 GMT -4
The devilish ess swirled 'bout excitesly,her tufts scripting with her motions,for once she was happy,though she still was angry with Serendipity..
M'lord,I am sure I have great odds in my continuous battle with Serendipity..she has yet to reply.Dark Moon has agreed to battle for Dark Queen.I will tell you now,I refuse to reside with Chocolate..perhaps you should battle him for King,but I shall not entrust him as I have you m'lord
With her words she lolled 'bout the scenery,yet another encryption of their time spent with one another,another outline to add with her orbical twirls spent in this world,another constant reminder that she was a being,and a tortured being at that..
She whirled faster,allowing the serenade to event as it wished in the darkness,her hazel pelt shimmering in the empitness,her heart pounding with the adrenaline rush..
She slowed her moves,cantering slowly to Marred,nipping at his plush with a hint of demonicness,she then moved swiftly away,her form 'coming tansclucent in the darkness,soon disappearing from sight..
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Post by Ebra on Oct 23, 2005 16:07:05 GMT -4
ok well this was for mourn i guess -glares-
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Post by Ebra on Oct 23, 2005 16:09:01 GMT -4
"the bronc trailed off once more. Another diamond slid down as a sob acame over him
never leve me my latin godessa...
Singing without tongues
Screaming without lungs
One more than my lonely nation
And one more than my lonely nation
Desperate we are young
Separate we are one
One more than my desperation
And one more than my lonely nation
ick post, trying to get you to staY! trying to show you how i feel. please, no, dont do this to me" - marred/mourn/core.
sounds VERY familiar. -growls-
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Post by pierre on Oct 30, 2005 0:12:58 GMT -4
MARRED! ive about had it..please reply to my recent msgs.
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