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Post by Lost on Nov 10, 2006 23:03:51 GMT -5
My fair maiden two-beated into the land. She was lonely and in search for a brute. Her darl optics gazed over the land in search of anyone, but they saw nothing but a lone tree and a small watering area. She stopped a little ways into and the smell of fear and despair filled her paper-thins, she snorted fiercely and her banner swished aggrivatedly.
I shall be claimed soon.
Her mind pondered. Her dagger stamped and her bodice shook trying to rid herself of the wicked blood suckers that bit at her golden pelt. She moved her mass over to the lone tree and stood below it, shedding herself from the glaring sun. Something caught her attention and her audits swiveled forward in a perked position. She could just make out something in the distance,
What was it?
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Post by »penguin on Nov 10, 2006 23:58:39 GMT -5
Slawter grunted hastily as he barreled out of the thickness of Northwood valley. His legs bled from the days wondering of the ridges. The sting of them strung itself through his nerves- crawling up his legs and peircing into those little endings in his brain that are supposed to comprehend pain. But all he felt was the sting- the pleasure of the malaise winding up and down his legs. The massive stallion thrusted his golden carcass into a hurried trot, neck coiled with his muzzle pressing his chest. Ears foreward and his eyes veiled by a thick blanket of onyx locks. Fraying down his muscular nape were tangled particles and chunks of his disorganized mane of dark ebon, covering his withers, splintering out over his broad shoulders as they bounced with every step. Nostrils flexed with the motions of his hooves- the sudden thudding of his abrassive step caused him to grunt each time a hoof collided harshly into the soft moonlit soil. The clouds, along with the wind, moved against him. Grabbing at his tail wildly yanking it only to make it snap back at his hips and ankles when he retrieved it. The breeze chilled the air, sawying the thick trunks and calming the quiet night of a nearly empty Karabus. Slawter was lucky to be one of the only equine who had discovered the islands, maybe there were a few more, but he doubted it. His golden body shifted at a sound rustling along the tree line, a voice? Ears erected immediately and his legs ceased beneath him, almost causing him to stumble over them before he caught himself. Hollow eyes following the instant sound, making out no figure beyond the small knoll. Bending a single limb he slowly impressed a walk towards the sound, darkness made it hard to focus on a certain object, but he finally did. Finding a figure in the brume of nightfall- moonlight illuminating his faded tri-colored body, hers almost equal to his unique shade and pattern, she was much more buckskin though, he was more of a dun. Observing from afar at first; and then assuming this was his que to approach. He advanced slowly towards her with his masked eyes fixed on her feminine body, coming to settle himself comfortably beside her, then speaking in deep alow baretone. Croaky and masculine, chilling and creepy it was.
"Don't you see it a bit dangerous to be alone on a night like this, girl?"
He made so sly impolsive grin, although it lingered in he brain to let a devious half-smirk roll across his lips, which he allowed for only a moment. He did not look at her face, but instead stayed focused on the half cloud covered moon that hung bright and full before them as they stood on a small tall grass littered knoll.
[/size] SLAWTER i pour kerosine on everything i love and watch it burn [/color][/size][/right][/font][/size][/font]
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Post by Lost on Nov 11, 2006 9:47:59 GMT -5
Her dark optics watched as the goldish mass approached her...her ears pinned and her dial was turn up and down, Her back dagger stamped the soft groud and a snort escaped her velvets. She didnt know who it was, but she would fight if it came upon her. She then noticed the deep voice, and then muscular figure. She then calmed and relaxed a little bit, but her muscles where still tense, waiting for there next move.
You believe that I should be scared on a night like this?
She snorted devilishly.
I've been out in worst, dear, trust me. I was more worried about your self!.!
She said with a wicked snort. She followed his gaze to the full moon covered with clouds, the breeze played with her black mane and her tail flew freely. She closed one eye, but kept the other open watching the stallion. Her muscles twiched as a single leave fell to her back, her optic opened and she shook. Then she relaxed back down when she realized it was only the charm from the tree.
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Post by »penguin on Nov 11, 2006 11:52:06 GMT -5
Slawter rumbled an emtionless chuckle from his chest as she spoke of fear for him. He decided to not retort an immediate response, but instead looked towards the moon once more. Letting the leaves of dying trees trickle over his back and knarl within his long wispy tail, snapping it against his thighs to free it from the natural accesories. His ears unevenly sat with on half-erected and the other pressed firmly within his thick forelock, slightly lost within it. Hollow eyes then settled onto her petite face, his left eye only half revealed from the veil of onyx mane. The right completely covered.
"You worry for a stranger? How odd. Well, poor judgement child- i am not the one you should be fearing for."Serious he was; no chuckle, nor a half cracked smile, no. Simply glided his large skull in the opposite direction and looked towards the depleted amount of stars and the large orange tinted moon. It swelled within his lifeless eyes as he watched the clouds conceal it, the faint sound of his tail wafting behind him, followed by taciturn sound of coyotes in the moutains, both ears laid backward. Their voices let him know exactly where they were, they were only a few miles from the border of Northwood- his kingdom. For now he watched over it, being the highest ranked equine within it. The Gods had granted him and only one other the privilage of ranking immediately, the other must- his large head snapped towards the female, her. One ear slid forward and he spoke once again- stern and demanding. "Are you a Northian?"[/color] He let his hind limb raise from being lazily cocked sideways, leveling out his hind quarters, eyes laid on her face as he stared towards hers, implying an answer. [/color][/size] SLAWTER i pour kerosene on everything i love, and watch it burn [/color][/size][/right][/font][/size][/font]
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Post by Lost on Nov 11, 2006 20:06:05 GMT -5
The beast's howl rang in her ears and her dainty dial was flung upward, a chill shook her spin and the thought of the wicked creature roaming on the land she lived in made her angry.
Yes....
She hissed.
I am from the North....and you?
A flying thing swung down and nipped at her mane. She tossed her skull and flung it from her curtain. Her banner swished and her teeth chomped towards it.
Are you alone?
She asked glancing behind the brute standing in front of her. Her back dagger was raised and lowered quickly and hard. She shifted her weight to the other leg and a groan escaped her kissers.
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