Post by ecstasy on Dec 20, 2005 20:52:06 GMT -4
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.
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.
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.
destination found[/center][/s]
locating the seemingly endless terrace of Maleck, the femme began to slow, her breathing given in harsh puffs, shooting her nadars into flaring positions. her gaze swept over the vacant topia, asearch for the bronc she had chosen..the bronc..she..had chosen..how awkward the phrase sounded, for she had figured a bronc would choose her, but no, it was vice versa. the choise was made, and what glee it brought to know that a darkened one lay waiting for her..or had she been waiting for her?hmm..perhaps both? it worked both ways. her shrill cry announced her arrival, a warning to the other mares of Magick's to stand beyond her path, for her intentions were clear; magick's queen. ah, to be magick's queen was to fill her most psychotic fantasies, to retain her wildest deeds. another wimper settled as she searched for her newly found mate, her hyde hugging tightly to her muscles as they bunched beneath her powerful stride. had he wanted her as queen? only time would tell, though she knew that the bloodiest battle she would partake interest in to take the claim.
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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.
[/center]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.
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.
[/center]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.
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.
locating the seemingly endless terrace of Maleck, the femme began to slow, her breathing given in harsh puffs, shooting her nadars into flaring positions. her gaze swept over the vacant topia, asearch for the bronc she had chosen..the bronc..she..had chosen..how awkward the phrase sounded, for she had figured a bronc would choose her, but no, it was vice versa. the choise was made, and what glee it brought to know that a darkened one lay waiting for her..or had she been waiting for her?hmm..perhaps both? it worked both ways. her shrill cry announced her arrival, a warning to the other mares of Magick's to stand beyond her path, for her intentions were clear; magick's queen. ah, to be magick's queen was to fill her most psychotic fantasies, to retain her wildest deeds. another wimper settled as she searched for her newly found mate, her hyde hugging tightly to her muscles as they bunched beneath her powerful stride. had he wanted her as queen? only time would tell, though she knew that the bloodiest battle she would partake interest in to take the claim.
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