Post by pierre on Dec 26, 2005 23:40:52 GMT -4
the slumber remained intact, though the warmth of fajera lay vacant.she had left. his aperature lofted below his perch, an innocent look provided over his facade within the lands of dreamful slumber, though no dreams were at hand. some time later, sharp tugs were felt in splotches near and far from his aperature. something was being taken..no..ripped off. a harsh squeal was given, awake he was, alert with this new feel. he looked up for a moment, fajera the only thing comprehendable. his gaze whirled, the loss of blood perhaps? the only sensible reasoning for this state. his visiage lay unmoving, locked onto fajera. his opticals in a dazed manner, his seein somewhat blurred. a low grunt let out as he scrambled to stand, his curvature craning, asearch for the source of such absurd actions. a sluggish formed skull lay within the diameter around him..leeches. and his dear fajera had freed him. a snug grin wrapped over his facade, nosing her over for anymore of the bloodsuckers. they too would end up as the others. their fate would be no different. he gazed over the outter contours of the femme. none were in his reach, nor present. he wondered around her, his steps confined with a slight slurr, searching her over again for any of the beings.
a lolling pace began to form as he followed her movements. finally, she began to speak. oh, what's this?! her..asking him to hold her everyday..such a luring thought..so tempting. of course he would accept, or should he make her work for it? nonsense. the terra he had attempted to claim wouldn't lay vacant for long, and their presence was summoned..yes..that is if the claim was accepted. everyday, i would care for you. hold you closer than any other. my vitals=your survival a promise was soon to be made by the he..ah, she had given this thought, no? must have, for decisions such as the one she made weren't those that appeared out of thin air, no..they were chosen with the utmost thought and input. hah! and what would deux think of this? what an interesting sight it would be, to see the elder bronc's expression when he heard tell of their venture. their feat would be great to pull such a thing off, though so easily would it be done. to slip away forever. to tuck away in their own haven.
so, somewhere deep within fajera was a blackened love for him that lived, eh? how funny, for the same was with pierre..and strong it was. unbreakable..not by iron nor bronze. not by anything. the fight to keep you would be magnificent. memorable. a fun game, no doubt. and indeed, any whom dare try to steal the bronc's doll would be massacred, or an attempt to do so would be easily made. without hesitance he would follow a challenge, and live up to the promise he would. forever would he hold his dear femme close, and should a bronc ever steal her, well..that would be taken care of. mercilessly. if they were to pull off such a stunt, they would be challenged. yes, try..try again.my dear, my claim must be checked..wait but a moment..i shall return. and with that said, he cantered lazily off into the dank forestry, winding within their melancholy limbs..off to the lands of dyani to check his claim.
alas, I return, as i told you i would. I now rule Dyani..come now, my dear doll..join me in the lands of Dyani..rule with me. his statement was quite simple as he emerged from the hidden scrubages. his lucid canvas lathered with a light splash of ivoric core, the venture short, though he had went quite speedy. proud of his accomplishment with both the femora and Dyani, a gruff nudge was taken to the sidings of the petite ess. soon they would enter a world of their own. free from reality..almost. moreso free from the orders of parentals, for the most part. but for now, a journey lay ahead. time to make way to the new parts.let us blaze a path he soon wheeled, heading for the dampened canopy of which he had came, prepared to lead the way to the new lands. expecting the femme to followed, he swept off into the darkness.
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a lolling pace began to form as he followed her movements. finally, she began to speak. oh, what's this?! her..asking him to hold her everyday..such a luring thought..so tempting. of course he would accept, or should he make her work for it? nonsense. the terra he had attempted to claim wouldn't lay vacant for long, and their presence was summoned..yes..that is if the claim was accepted. everyday, i would care for you. hold you closer than any other. my vitals=your survival a promise was soon to be made by the he..ah, she had given this thought, no? must have, for decisions such as the one she made weren't those that appeared out of thin air, no..they were chosen with the utmost thought and input. hah! and what would deux think of this? what an interesting sight it would be, to see the elder bronc's expression when he heard tell of their venture. their feat would be great to pull such a thing off, though so easily would it be done. to slip away forever. to tuck away in their own haven.
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so, somewhere deep within fajera was a blackened love for him that lived, eh? how funny, for the same was with pierre..and strong it was. unbreakable..not by iron nor bronze. not by anything. the fight to keep you would be magnificent. memorable. a fun game, no doubt. and indeed, any whom dare try to steal the bronc's doll would be massacred, or an attempt to do so would be easily made. without hesitance he would follow a challenge, and live up to the promise he would. forever would he hold his dear femme close, and should a bronc ever steal her, well..that would be taken care of. mercilessly. if they were to pull off such a stunt, they would be challenged. yes, try..try again.my dear, my claim must be checked..wait but a moment..i shall return. and with that said, he cantered lazily off into the dank forestry, winding within their melancholy limbs..off to the lands of dyani to check his claim.
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alas, I return, as i told you i would. I now rule Dyani..come now, my dear doll..join me in the lands of Dyani..rule with me. his statement was quite simple as he emerged from the hidden scrubages. his lucid canvas lathered with a light splash of ivoric core, the venture short, though he had went quite speedy. proud of his accomplishment with both the femora and Dyani, a gruff nudge was taken to the sidings of the petite ess. soon they would enter a world of their own. free from reality..almost. moreso free from the orders of parentals, for the most part. but for now, a journey lay ahead. time to make way to the new parts.let us blaze a path he soon wheeled, heading for the dampened canopy of which he had came, prepared to lead the way to the new lands. expecting the femme to followed, he swept off into the darkness.
