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Post by Dreamweaver on Oct 18, 2005 22:34:42 GMT -4
Alright you two, post your battle below and the Royals will judge it as it happens. Only post 4 times each, anymore will not count. Good luck to the both of you and may the best 'quine win!
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Post by pierre on Oct 20, 2005 21:51:45 GMT -4
The sleek bulketual mass of a petite minx contoured the darkness of the empty shadows,a shrill cry issued fluently from her diaphramic cavity that bore her senseful call,her vocals pierced the vastness with a sharp haunting note,her melody thick..
She gently place a scythe into the visibility boundary,her thoraxal lining soon following,revealing a mask of hatred and bitterness,where was this deviless she was to battle?Had she not known of the challenge?
As she advanced forth to the Royals her form slinked low,crouching almost,her structure bore a lion like procedure,appearing at the ready for a sudden attack,her chasms 'ppeared cold and darkened,her tattered soul bleeding through them..
Her blackened and blank heart held nothing but her dark love,marred,and other than he,she was filled of nothing but hate and brutality,no delicacy resided within her..
Her slim acoustics laced flatly to her shiek skullery as she neared the torn light that scoured her lands of darkness,she took a chance,leaping out unto the lightness,nearly blinded imediately,leaping back with a harsh scream she regreted herself for her stupidness,how little she knew of the light..
'Where is this wench?I wish for this to be quick.I have other obligations than to massacre another being.'
She spoke her words carefully,almost slowly,assuring herself the Royals had caught her hiss-like vocalities,her words were spoken curtly,she respected those whom were Royals,but she wasnt about to let her respect show at this point..
It was time for battle,time for brutal ammounts of events to occur as they should have long ago,she sighed boredly,impatientness haunting o'er her as a cloud of boringness,awaiting the arrival of her fellow,chattering quietly under her cold breath..
A pang to kill surged through her,yet it held no reflection on her outter features,this was a motion she knew well to contain,for she wanted none to witness her when she let herself loose,when she had no control,when she entered her world of massacrism..
She sighed heavily,the intake of oxygen expanding her nalmins,flashing a blood like tint,awaiting someone,anyone,to appear..
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Post by pierre on Oct 20, 2005 21:52:12 GMT -4
[notmy battle post of course]
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Post by Goky/Serendipity on Oct 22, 2005 1:08:33 GMT -4
The youth, Serenade, trotted into the clearing, and nervous as well. She had never been away from her home, and now she was out fighting for a Queen she never knew. She did volunteer herself, but it still felt awkward, for she felt as though she needed to be free, and wild. For all she knew of the world, to be wild was to be dark. She had been veiled from the world from her protective mother, and had known love from her only too well. She catches view of an essa the same shade as her.
"I suppose you are the bruja I am to fight. I would like you to know before hand though that I do not know who or what I fight for, but I do know that I will fight as best I know how, and I do not intend to die today."
She poised herself, then lunged at the essa. Anyone could tell she was inexperienced, but goddess knew she tried.
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Post by pierre on Oct 22, 2005 11:19:41 GMT -4
She snickered shortly,her breath caught slightly from the blow that had sliced into her cage with a great force,she staggered about awkwardly,her curvature arched harshly,flipping her aperature to reveal the slow trickle of crimson fluid..
Impowered by rage,she circled Seren[can i call you this for short?] swiftly,her veins boiling with rage,yet it would be only another scar added to her collection..
She neared the femmel's left obsight,this where she rose fluently,her hind appendiths balancing her thoraxal bodice in the lithos,she held her position for a moment,then she brought her mass down as harshly as she could..
She hoped her aim was of accuracy,hitting o'er the other's spinal barrier,hoping for great damage,merely toying with Seren at this point..
Once sure she had inflected some sort of pain,a mocking grin plastered o'er her as she backed away slowly,her incissorals bore devilsh like..
[museless today..blech]
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Post by pierre on Oct 24, 2005 17:05:34 GMT -4
Seren,post or give in.
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Post by Dreamweaver on Oct 24, 2005 22:56:27 GMT -4
outcome: this battle is over, no winners, no injuries, neither losses nor gains on either side.
reason: read pm sent to everyone
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