treachorous murder..[Claim please!!!]

[ecstasy]

without a hint of hesitance, the dark lucid femme lurched about angrily, gliding into the lighter depths of the forestry that enclosed her truely. The looming breaches of the vinals snatched greedily at her already torn ebonic hyde. The feel of the blood trickling down her sleek gastonians forced a smirk to snug at her whiskered plush tightly. pain. the only thing she knew. betrayel, the aftermath of what she knew. Her ways were of the darkest, deception, betrayel, bitterness. What more could one want?

Come forth hessians. Do not make me wait too long.

Her voices were raspy, iron like tones set forth to center her phrase. firm. Her feathered crest shook lightly, ridding her self of the pesky ones whom landed so carelessly over her. Their blackness as her soul. To her dismay, no culprits were spied. none but she was present. a factor she hated dearly. She circled the topographical scene, scarring the sodden floor mercilessly. bits of greenery lay trapped within her peppered cascades.

once more,
I enter a land
of nothing but wait.
will the wait ever end?
never.
For a darks duties are never filled,
their pain never eased,
scars never healed.

She continued her blank path, destined for all nothingness available. Her seekers skimmed over the lands swiftly before her aperature lowered meekly. Her furred scuppers parted, her enameled incissors to rake rapidly over the greened stalks carelessly, their aftertaste lingering within her sensitive buds. momentarily her cerebrum rose, chasms to scan over her environmentals once more, only to be disappointed by the knight's absence. Her whipcord lashed, spanking hotly at her flanks, the delicate hyde beneath the touch quivering lightly with the whips.

The wait has decreased,
for time has passed.
as it always shall,
a berrier that is for eternity,
one that never fails.

She chuckled quietly, the blackened bits of her heart vacant as to any whom could enter. Her tones were ghastly yet again as she murmered hushedly, awaiting the arrival of a bronc that was worthy to lead her off unto his tortue chamber, his dungeon. his fortress. Her whipcord lay hotly over her broadened widthspan, her pedastals once more scraping at the floor in shere boredom. Harsh cries descended slowly, and to her disappointment were left unreplied to. Ah, for the time it was her own land, her small haven. A smirk of malice crossed over her masque, shuffling forth idly, then backpedaling once more.

I pray for the day,
with the devil himself takes me a way.
It shall be a dark night,
All whom stands in our way shall cower in fright.
Stand not in our path,
Bothered us you already hath.
A listless position,
still shall be my composition.
The night the devil takes me away..

Engulfed within the cooled realm of the deathly shadows, her heated module relieved from the infatuating heat that curled around her in the humid air. Her diagnostics flared heavily with a deep intake, a sigh. Her thoughts spun about,slowly melding into confusion. Forgotten she had been, forgotten she was again. In any other time capsule, this would hardly be noticed, though now she was resctricted to barely any lands without a mate. yet another sigh crumpled and heaved her cage. She watched the territorial carefully, alert for a presence of another.

Come now, I shant harm..

Her words were followed immediately with a low snicker, a chuckle to follow the order. Her round tipped acoustics swiveling to catch a response. None were heard. Disappointment, oh the disappointment, though this was a feeling she grew well accustomed to, indeed disappointment was lived with daily,throughout every second of her torn turns.

You are utterly disappointing,
how can you make one wait?
Shall you be worthy of this dread?
For your sake you shall.
All shall receive a chance,
though only one shall receive a second glance.
Be it who?
I know not,
so come forth,
and give it a try.

A harsh cackle soon errupted the demoness's puckered kissers, her voices howling out into the approaching night. her whipcord lashed at the flesh that overlapped her flanks, crawling forth as the land benighted. It was her turn to reveal herself. The cold had passed reluctantly from the dismal earth as the new season had begun, and now the wicked heat revealed a strained ess in need of a master. it was need,no?mm..perhaps not need..but the yearning for lust. who knew. She snickered curtly into the emptiness, knowing no response would glimmer back to her. Restlessly, she shuffled over the dried out karst, humming a low lullaby of sinnery as she slithered along in search of a mate equal to her dangerous hatred..

the reak of death
is curtained by hate.
A gruesome shattered fate.
Tis not the time to mourn,
but the perfect time to scorn.
Those below us have no respect,
bitterness from me you shall expect.
your hate is welcome in my heart,
now come,
torture me from the start.

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The unsteady chorus and churning of her stride grew thick as she hastened, tearing through the darkness, streaking through the barren light that remained, trapped in the dark's chamber. Strays of her floating tendrils hung lowly from her crest, weaving with the reaks her deathly fragrance produced. A short note given, her aperature rising in stance atop her perch. Her pace soon slowed gradually, still peeled for the stench of another, though none such was found yet..but would sooner or later, and in this particular case, later. In a nearly unseen motion, the femme spun hardly, pacing in the direction from whence she came.

like you could fend me off,
or even dare to fight back.
like you could outrun me,
or even trek a length away without a capture.
like your muscles compare to my brawn,
as if you could outstrengthen me.

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arrogant she was, a factor that appealed quite highly to her herself. She snickered curtly, eerie tones lingering to haunt the ones whom heard her disappointment. She gazed around at the seemingly island of land she was imprisoned, from now on known by her as the Island of Despair. indeed, the small lands here she was confined to were now the Island of Despair. She chuckled coarsely, her shanks rapidly churning once more to set her in a lurch forth, no reason apparent. the hard muscles of her sleek jawline tensed in a hard position, her cold icy flesh burning with a stinging sensation, a sensation she had since early dawning. her deceiving chasms swept boredly over the surroundments as she plucked harshly at the bare stalks.

[ecstasy]

Do I offend?

[Magick]

ooc: of course you don't offend Jocko dearest... *taken from karma*
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I hear your solemn cry from afar
tell me, what good are you
to summon me from my lair
and awaken the dragon inside?

hoofbeats resounded throughout the grounds. napes flaring, taking the scents encasing the stallion. he had heard the call, and now it was time to investigate. the voice, so desperate and barren, that it had roused him from his depressed state and caused him to jaunter about in a mad dash. he must find the maiden...and soon. he was still without a lead, or any mare at all...perhaps this was his chance, his destiny. just the night before, as the full moon cantered up to the heavens to perch for the night, he had called upon the darkness within him to find one suitable for him. his power-hungry attitude, his mood-swings, and bouts of insanity. forsworn was he, first to be called.

destiny
fate
love
hate

at last, the minx's silohette came into view, looming larger the closer he came. within a couple yards of the ess, magick stopped, waiting only a whole second before speaking himself. his streamer blew dejectedly behind him, almost as if it missed the previous running state they had experienced. cholera's twitched, paranoia creeping to the corners of his twisted mind. through his chocolate optics, he could see the beauty this she possessed. dark radience, simple elegance. the bronc searched deeply into her unwaverying pools, wanting to know, was she the one?

'ello there ess. tell me and tell me quick, for I have little time for follies. I see you are alone, never a positive sign for a maiden in your situation. but forgetting that matter, I offer a worthy duchess such as yourself a place in my harem. your choice. come now, or forever hold your peace.

with that the stallion set off at a gallop. starting off to his home terra Maleck. it was her decision now, she knew where to find him if she wished. whipcord again rejuevenated at the thought of flying, at least for awhile. pistons churned the earth, hardly touching as he raced the wind demons back to his homeland, his hell.

come now
don't be shy
you know where to find me
so come now and fly

[Deadly Sins]

Dear child you've come from a long way
I heart the road was long and you're dreary
You ask for a place for your head to lay
For your travels make your heart intentionally weary
Welcome to the hell hole of nightmares
As soon as you close your eyes you'll scream
I'll be the ravaged demon to save you I swear
And you will suffer like in all the other dreams

Scream a thousand screams for me and die a thousand deaths. I swear upon my word you will suffer and regret, come to fear this Hell you have begun to embark your journies upon. This isn't a game for children anymore, not even for masculines or femine's of aging adulthood. You will come to know every side of evil that is there, to twitch each string to do your doomed bidding. But child, fool, wench and wretch you will not stay long if your soul can shield itself. For already it's being devoured by monsters, creatures without forms or hues. All at my whim. These were the deranged thoughts, the opening melody to the hellion that stood forth amongst the borders. His spheres were said to be ashen, but nay they were carmine, vermillion the metallic tasting color of blood. They said slanted, he had mere dilated orbs, nothing to be feared about, nothing to change his features. Unlike the myths of his hellish life, the monster was in flesh and blood as they all were. He breathed, he inhaled the fulfilling toxins, he walked like they all did. But his power? Aye, his power was feared...for it was he, the beast of Hell. The equinistic devil that stood there, for each race had in their own right, a demon, perhaps a God. All he would ever need was supremacy.

Bloodstained Chasm was only one of his numerous names. Shetan, Hellion, Devil, Satan, Lucifer's Chasm, and other titles were added on by every culture. He was the one of numerous names, while others merely had one. His past was as King of Hell. Perhaps not a King as of now but the scars and experiences he knew would forever urge him as royalty. Sneering his ebonite painted daggers slashed into the soiled ground, tearing at it's partially fragile flesh and flicking it idly to do his whims. Bloodshot opticles then turned to survey his own realm, hellhole and fiery pathway. Laughing lightly nares flared as his chest heaved, together was one pulling in all the toxins into his bodice. To sustain it and add power to his glory and arrogance. Blood stained flesh shivered over hardened muscles, rippling chords and prepared sinews, each muscle seen beneath the rippling flesh. Bulky? No. Slightly muscular and prepared, he was of Arabian bloodlines. Every creature, even he, had to come from somewhere. To his dissatisfaction...he of course came from the womb of a pregnant dog, unworthy of his stance and title as well as bearing.

Pearls of blanche flashed, never to be stained by blood but they had really once met flesh and blood...numerous of times. Laughing lightly the beast heaved himself forwards, deep into the abysm of the new dominion. Darkness shrouded his gargantuine frame, clinging to his hide but he did not allow them to shield him. Step by step carried his cursed bearing forwards, when nares flared suddenly. Stiffened lightly he realized he was not alone, for others wandered the desolate domain. More then that but there was some close...he sensed their fear, he sensed their emotions. The devil psychopath turned, ebonite tresses of silk that framed his crown and feathered his ribbon flowing out behind him in dry whisps of breeze. Glowing spheres of death and riddance staring out before him. Delicately curved arch lingered high but bowed over his thorax, to protect it of anything, any pranks by his fool of a kindred's blood or other melodies that longed to haunt him. Auds slicked back lazily against his dial skull, moving in accordance with each inhale and exhale of toxin he carried his bulk. Each step seemed pained for the massive beast...but nay, he of Hell was of Hell blood of course. Ready for the utmost challenges the poisonous life had to offer.

Upon which he entered the clearing his first reaction was glee at a new tormentee...then the look of absaloute posession. She, noble in her own right would be difficult but he was up for the challenge. Perhaps the she-wolf could aid him, or defy him. Either way...he was ready.

Speak, vixen. I come from long ways. Do tell me your cursing and perhaps I will give you more then you seek. It was a slight demand, more of a polite one that showed his intentions were...respectful enough for a darkened soul.

Dear child you've come from a long way
I heart the road was long and you're dreary
You ask for a place for your head to lay
For your travels make your heart intentionally weary
Welcome to the hell hole of nightmares
As soon as you close your eyes you'll scream
I'll be the ravaged demon to save you I swear
And you will suffer like in all the other dreams

[ecstasy]

a ghastly chuckle gave way as a draft of her gaze was taken to the entering bronc..ah...the scent of another at last. hmm...dark magick. the vision of the devil himself. a broad smirk rose ryely over her deceitful facade, watching the hessian flee so suddenly. ah, brief he was. he had meant business, no? indeed..he was here for no games, but the time to offer her a place within his throne he had spared. oi, the wafting of his imagery slipped away reluctantly, the retiring bliss leaving her once more to her sullen mood of hatred, but such a delightful mood she found it. her gaze snatched from the greenery that blew from Magick's movements, eyeing the newly entered bronc with a rather blank stare. hmm...Deadly Sins..the name seemed familiar, but perhaps t'was only the fact that his dubbance reminded her of her tattered soul..so empty..so lustful with hate and darkness. perfect.two.the duet who wanted her..hah.

you come,
you go.
just as the others.
a firey hate burns within me,
though for one it shall soothe.
come now,
no shyness,
for tis time to choose.

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another shrill cry fed through her deepened diaphragm, a lustful gaze given to the area where Magick had faded into the blackness, how luring he was..so..mysterious in such ways she had yet to ever think. though she wished to reside with Magick for some unknown reason, she must at least glance to the second suitor. bulky he was, quite large he seemed. though he was quite appealing, the femme felt taken by Dark Magick, as if some dark gift conducted him..or her. she had yet to learn much about either, though she knew this; if Deadly Sins wished to take her, he would have to fight Dark magick, for the femora's mind was made. She would fall back into the lands of maleck with magick, and let things take place as should, and perhaps take the chance to gain lead over his harem, if to fight or to win his darkened soul, whatever the case.

Bury me deeper,
a mere crease within your battered soul.
Hide me no longer,
for now I be exposed.
If you wish to take me,
fight for me,
no other way be possible.

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a rolling canter churned her appendages slowly, soon to quicken with her hasty intentions of meeting more this Magick whom had clearly fled the scene with a great speed. searching blindly through the pitched darkness, she stopped sharply to wheel to face Deadly Sins, her choclea laid against her structure, as if threaded to the skullery by lace. nodding lightly, she wheeled once more to flee after magick, her visiage set aglow with a firey curiousity. bounding through the forestry, she set asearch for the lands of Maleck, where magick had claimed to reside. she ran along blankly, swirving through the winding birches that swayed with the hot breeze. her cantering soon quickened, increasing to a flat sprint as she laid out for the bronc's land. no man's land.