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Post by Temptation on Nov 23, 2005 12:46:25 GMT -4
Petite form appeared over a dim sundown,moving fast.Atmosphere was thick with death indeed,her scent also had the same smeel to it,had she been out on a hunt?maybe so.Stalking almost,she was sneaky and careless wards all.She had that lust for the perfect kill that lust to decimate those lights her dam had joined,she had abhorrence for them all.She was young but no,she wasnt stupid.Combative she was to those whom pushed way to far,she would and could take down anything that got in her path.The news had come her dam had died,tho the feeling within wasnt anger it was ecstatic,her dam had left her with none to feed her,she left her lone in the dark world with hessian always trying to toy with a young femme.Russet hyde had some trace of crimson liquid from those descraceful hessian whom did try and get there fun with her,those unlucky hessians,they never knew she had the heart to kill ta such a age.Speres ran over and over the land searching for one to kill or possibly make a combative treat with.Threads twisted at her serpentine ,her pace grew faster.Pendulum bannered hind her.Labrums parted emitting a death defying scream,thorns laced back not listening for a call back, for her call wasnt to reach anothers it was a warning to all.Blades sliced the quagmire,pearls slightly bared.Velveteen had dried crimson liquid pon it,hard to see but easy to imagine her perfect kill of those foolish hessians.Cerebrum was held low as if snaking something.It was her turn to hurt others and not be hurt herself,it was her turn to let lose her lust for the pefect kill.
I hold it inside
awaiting the time
to let it lose
you have to chose
is it time yet
to let you die yet
i wont be long
the lure be strong
i cant hold on
it cant go on
the death,
the stress
it be me
kissers parted and emitted her harsh tones to the hessians whom dare speak back she was out for only one hessian,the young one.
Come hessians i dont bite,not much anyway.
a smirk parked pon her mug.She loved toying round with these so tempted hessians,they liked her so,for what reasons she had no care wards the reason.Her dam,atali,she was a skank indeed,a foolish skank.If shes could have she would have killed atali,her dam as atali did her dam and sire.She hated her sire as well her mother had killed him,thankfuly,or else she would have had to herself,a easy challenge anyway.
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Post by Ebra on Nov 23, 2005 22:01:43 GMT -4
[ Dazz, where you even accepted? even if you were accepted as Atali, this is a new character, so i think you need to put a new example post. - ebra ]
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Post by Temptation on Nov 24, 2005 15:29:09 GMT -4
Ahem,i posted in acceptance and got accepted by Deuxiee soooooo,,Blah
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Post by pierre on Nov 25, 2005 1:08:07 GMT -4
The young bronc sidled into the karst lands, his reik of death singing the stalks. Harsh calls pierced the undying silence as he made his way slowly through the untold valley. His gaze meandered, halting on the module of another. a femme? indeed, the one whom summoned him to her temporary home. for what? who knew. one wrong move and he was liable to snap. a bad mood was set as usual, hate already brewed hotly. you summon me from afar.
these miles i have traveled by star.
test me not,
or massacre shall be your fate.
spill what you must,
and let me go. He nodded curtly as he neared the femme, a clearer perception taken. His aperature thrashed vigorously as his pace continued closer, feet from the ess. His hind propellars struck out harshly at the pesting blood suckers, his plumage whipping about, spanking the coarse hyde of the he. He called out shrilly once more, wondering why the ess had summoned him, for he wanted not to be in another's presence. Speak.His words were firm, though not quite to one's harshest extent. his thoughts of her were murky, already a dislike was taken, for the only ones whom captivated him truely were that of his psychotic harem, the harem of the wise. Ebra,Deux, and the unknown darkling. |
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Post by pierre on Nov 25, 2005 1:09:27 GMT -4
[[crap..but its a post]]
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Post by Temptation on Nov 25, 2005 1:27:36 GMT -4
She watched the younger hessian come wards her,she knew whom he was,she knew because of his looks the way he moved the way he was.Kissers parted to emitt her harsh tones.
I called you brother for no reason but a talk,tell me what your Real skank of a mother did to you, did she leave you lone when you where young,did she leave you to die as she did me?
tones grew more and more harsh with every memory of Atali the skank of a light,If she wasnt dead now she would have torn her down in her place and slaughtered her.She had no feelings,nothing for motherly femms,she hated them all.She had no trust for older femmes nor anyone,but she had gotten past that now was business
she incicrled her so called sibling,she staryed far from his hind appendages,for she knew he wasnt in mood.This foal of her mother wasnt the one to play with,he was stroing,deadly,and so very bold he had no fears as she didnt either.
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Post by Kye on Nov 26, 2005 21:47:24 GMT -4
HIs expression grew soon bitter, disgusted that this wench would call herself a sibling of the young bronc. His whipcord slashed about angrily yet again, his occuli dark, forming inseperable slits. I haven't a clue femme. Not a memory. Now, I leave you, as you shall leave me be. Some consider me dark prince, but i havent a clue as to what I am as well. fare well..He spoke harshly, nearly spitting his words as the rage pulsed and coursed through his veins. His lingering notes were eerie, hovering around the hearage of the pair. With each of her filly-like passings, his ivorics ripped at her hyde at the best of his reach. Swiftly, he wheeled, facing the dark opening in the forest of hovering limbs, entering the wilderness once more to return to his dear harem, the harem of the dreaded..of the wise....of the powerful. Quick, flee from my grasp.. He strode off quickly, soon to pick up a quick canter, hoping to reach his destination soon to explain his queer behavior of disrespect to ebra and deux. Yes, indeed, and explanation must be presented, otherwise punishment would surely be the answer. He lurched into a sprint, racing full out through the patterns of the ever winding forest, occasionally leaping over a fallen thicket of underbrush or torn breach of the loomers. His breath was visible, the air thin and rather brisk within the dark shadows that the canopy of the trees so generously offered. Soon to be home, disturb me not.. |
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Post by Dreamweaver on Nov 26, 2005 21:54:29 GMT -4
ooc: uh Pierre? she died her Dazzy off....*points to Death Cliff or whatever it's called*
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Post by Ebra on Nov 27, 2005 14:40:51 GMT -4
xD dreamy make me laugh.
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Post by pierre on Nov 27, 2005 15:13:16 GMT -4
uhhh Dream. I posted that before she died silly willy nilly Dream
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Post by Ebra on Nov 29, 2005 22:37:30 GMT -4
erm. i agree -noddlestupidly-
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