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Post by ferox on Dec 22, 2005 16:39:27 GMT -5
The darkness stirs and
wakes imagination... Stygian hued embodiment ingressed o'er the parchment slowly, crimson spheres drew a blank stare straight ahead, the look that one might give when taking their final breath 'fore leaving what they once knew as a life and what they had made of it. Ink dipped chains whipped at her side wildly with the everlasting and howling wind that came through the region in a gust. All was silent as that 'fore a horrific storm, all that could be heard is the loud howling of the gusts of wind that blew. She gave a sigh as her cold crimson slits drifted o'er her surroundings; she had yet to find a virile actually worthy of her cold and black heart. You go mad trying to get it out of your head,
trying to stay the path that you have picked for yourself.
You struggle and fight despite the fact that your becoming one.
Don't resist, but let it take over. A low cold tune escaped from her mug as her gaze still searched the realm for an embodiment. She doubted one worthy to come this time, one to stay, one that would think of her as something more than a prized possession. She would most certainly have to consider becoming a loner, a wanderer, if that’s what it came to. Stygian and muscular 'pendages rippled with each step 'pon the dwelling as she ingressed through the realm slowly. Why do you run from what's chasing you,
messing with you from inside your head?
You overcome to it unable to resist it. It amused her so that many would have the nerve to even step up 'fore her and consider to ask for her trust and willing to follow them, not that they would always convince her of declaring themselves to follow the ways of true score. A halt swept o'er her embodiment as her skull twisted back for mere seconds soon continuing on with thorns laced tightly to her skull, had she heard something or was it just a mind trick? A faint smirk dripped pon her probiscus as she continued on slowly, she doubted others would come but a faint spot of hope was tucked deep away in her features to hardly never be noticed. You are forced to leave all thoughts
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Post by advocate on Dec 22, 2005 18:26:08 GMT -5
ooc-Ill post to your tomorrow..I dont want anyone tkaing you.*growls and gaurds*
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Post by ferox on Dec 22, 2005 18:32:03 GMT -5
Okay. That's fine with me I have patience just ask Pyro, I have been waiting since the 15th.  |
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Post by Pyro on Dec 23, 2005 10:17:44 GMT -5
ooc: Advocate! I was wondering where you were.  |
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Post by Zodiac on Dec 23, 2005 12:19:57 GMT -5
OOC: me so happy for you Ferox you finnaly have a fire allianced stally in your presance!
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Post by ferox on Dec 23, 2005 12:29:41 GMT -5
^^ Okay... Gosh don't make a big deal out of it ;D Atleast I had the patience, not like I could have done anything else though. |
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Post by Zodiac on Dec 23, 2005 12:34:42 GMT -5
meep me sorry if i were you i would be happy!*jumps* and congrats for your patience
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Post by advocate on Dec 23, 2005 15:01:54 GMT -5
ooc-This isnt long because I lost my muse on a diff rpg
Brute...oh dear brute.Look at me now.What have I done?Walking alone in the claiming fields of mares.Not one is to my taste,yet I need a queen to rule beside me.Oh well....Wait.....what is that?Oh joy!
Constatine's twin optics eyed a mare before him as he stood within the claiming lands.His deep chestnut body covered in sweat from his long hours spent in his hell.Fire tended to do that.He screamed as he watched the black fae move,friesian she looked,but he wasn't sure.A wide smirk corssed his darkened maw as he slowly advanced on her.Long pistons carried him closer and closer till his daggers hit the earth infront of the demoness.
Yes she looked Dark,hopefully she was his type.Constatine whinnied as he stood infront of her.He jerked his large arab cranium down to her,before lifting it as quickly.Whipcord flicked bored as he looked her over.Yes she was right.He opened his lambrums.A gentle hiss escaped.
'Lo Fae.I be d**ned,Constatine,Con for short.And you are cursed?
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Post by ferox on Dec 23, 2005 15:42:02 GMT -5
Thins flared with the scent of an aproaching virile, skull lifted as her cold bloodwash'd spheres 'came to be set 'pon him. Thorns pricked at his calling, slight grin drapped cross her labrales as made himself known. Smirk 'came o'er her mug as the slight grin vanished. Suprising to her he was one to give his cursing at the word go, labrales parted to as she spoke in a cold and low tune.
I have been given the cursing of Midnight Darkness.
Wavy chains drapped to her 'pendages, forelock mostly concealed her bloodwash'd spheres from the world.
(ehhh...muse...sucks)
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Post by ferox on Dec 27, 2005 23:07:08 GMT -5
ehh....where are you at?....I guess back to where I started with this problem aren't I?  |
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Post by advocate on Dec 30, 2005 16:23:04 GMT -5
ooc-Sorry no tis jsut Im really busy this week.Ill try my best to post on Sunday is that oaky?
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Post by advocate on Jan 17, 2006 17:49:23 GMT -5
A snort escaped him as he lsitened the vix speak so viciously.A smirk crossed his tainted maw with pleasure,a sassy one.A hiss came form his vocals as he answered her.
Midnight Darkness?Wel 'Lo then Darkness.So tell me...do you wish of a land?I was to offer you a home but my land was stolen from me and I am setting out to get it back.
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