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Post by Encore » on Apr 26, 2006 17:30:14 GMT -5
Herpt Daggers place forth from an odd horrid feature.Onyx tendals hung from a cranial that was inclined low from fear?No. Just taking precaution for what might come to.What the 'ess tread here upon this land was some search into a land or claiming from a lord.The tall haran blades swiveled up to the sockings, Long onyx film drug as movement was made going straight on the bella's way.Auds curl back and forth catching almost every sound hating the sudden quinz of the breeze and vocals hussle a light whinnie. |no...muse|
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 27, 2006 19:24:15 GMT -5
The demon, seeking solitude from the tiresome act of being sociable, distanced himself from the company he had held in moments past. How he loathed conversation, and how carelessly others used it, their lyrics requiring no thought and prompting eloquent stanzas from his altogether different cage. For when Leviathan spoke, he spoke only in rhyme. Was it so much to ask to be understood without having to part his salt-burned kissers?
A thick scent of sea salt wafted from his auburn bod, his fine arabic lines traversing the plains with little effort. The rank stench of the sea never left him, for it periodically tossed him from ravaged beach to forlorn port. So immsersed was he in his thoughts that he did not notice the presence of another in the vicinity.
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Post by Encore » on Apr 30, 2006 18:44:12 GMT -5
A single Dagger pulls up slowly and stomps on the sharpened green blades cropping some down, where her placid leg came swiftly down.Nape was inclines up in a somewhat arch, an old habit running with Arabians as a young pregnant dog.Nasal passage ways grew two times bigger snorting in disapproval with the sudden rush in. Who are you and why does such a stallion stand before thy Azures? It was easy to tell a darq stud from a light or mixed one, too easy for Amra.
It was like a game it makes no sence.......and it sucks!
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 30, 2006 18:56:48 GMT -5
His cranium shot to full altitude, his motion made sudden by shock. He was not as alone as he had thought. Foolish, to let his guard down like that. Anything could have happened. Thought little could arrive that he had not seen before on his tortured travels. He acknowledged her with a curt nod of his dished profile, his classically handsome arabic features thrown into relief by the undulating light source. A rhyming stanza passed his larynx, his voice issuing forth in a tone that had somehow survived without tainture from the stinging salts of the sea.
Pardon my intrusion, I knew not that you were near. If my presence proves a nuisance I shall depart from here. But I hope you don't judge quickly, and I might yet learn of thee, Though my mind enshrouds in Darkness, femmes not need fear of me.
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Post by Encore » on Apr 30, 2006 19:10:06 GMT -5
Pin Drops Sqeeze tighter making only an Azure pool in her sockets at his actions to how she seemed so misted into the back ground like nothing was there.Slight hiss graved from a exhauling shaking cranium at a fly trying to suck the blood from her shrined body.Like i said who are you.Putting words off for a while for him to reply her vocals start up again with a russel of anger? Maybe.Why would i be scared of Masked fear? Mixed and Light are all the same, scared shitless of death even though when they try to show no fear, their heart picks up a beat faster.Is it shoke? No it's fear.
Armaphel has always been a B.itch, a B.itch with a wise brain, she knew what she was going to get herself into and she knew how to get rid of it when it was needed. your making me get muse...i love you levvvvvy (^^)
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 30, 2006 19:29:40 GMT -5
His cranium shook violently at her harsh judgement, expressing displeasure.
I have seen many lands and been called many names, I have fought many brutes and pursued many dames, Yet you may know me as Leviathan, which says much of me. And know that my Darkness feeds off my company.
It was true, he appeared less Dark in the face of Lights, though it lay dormant and ready to duel with his Lighter side as always. Yet around fellow Neutrals he was darker than they, and with Darks... he had only seen comflict come of that combination. They mocked him, he smote them. Yet some deep-rooted honour held him back from striking faes.
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Post by Encore » on May 1, 2006 6:31:33 GMT -5
Deep Sigh erupts through out her whole carcass still glaring at him and how he rhymed, It got on her nerves like he was some old time horse trying to sinth to her.Pupils relax fulling half Azures and letting them shit some where else.Flared Nasals cease regular size throwing a toss with her cranium and a small flick of the Hinder Onyx tendals.The communication was displayed in an irritable way, letting her dagger pull from the graved spot and paw at it once again.Well good for the darkness in you, It's not as dark as i wish it to be, Leviathan. His name rolled off her horsetic voice slowly cracking some cruelly.
Some game this was. It was mering even fun with a stag who rhymed. everything he said to her. Let alone other feas'. Rhyming really bothered her and anything else, they were fake only trying to be dark and the lights. Should she really get started on that one? Why not. The light 'horses' always think they rule what they stand on when that land is really ruled by the devil himself. Nothing was safe from the darkness on this world.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 3, 2006 20:32:24 GMT -5
(Ooh, gonna make me work, are ya?)
He could see that she was unmoved by his sophistication, and in a way that pleased him. Here was an ess that would not simply fall at his feet. He had others to turn to if he sought worship, why not take on a challenge?
He snorted haughtily, his arrogance waxing from its hidden recess. His dueling sides quietened in tha face of her plain decisiveness. He could barely imagine a life without always having to await his Dark side to overleap the reservations seated on the Light side. It would be easier to live without a conscience, but Leviathan was never one to take the easy road.
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Post by Encore » on May 4, 2006 6:19:56 GMT -5
Smug Scruff and hussle penatrates through the vocals of the 'ess, it was ment torth the bujen. A Dark brown audits curve back slowly twindling within the skullery.Why are you still here light one? Annoyance came from the male trying to challenge her, what a fool. nope i have no more muse, Aw yes i will make your work anyday x.-
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 4, 2006 19:37:42 GMT -5
(Hmm, I'm gonna hafta whip my muse here, I have no idea what to do or what you expect. Lol.)
He snorted in derision, detesting the false alliance she appointed upon him. He did not despise his own true alignment, for Neutrality in his definition was Darkness with room for feeling. His great cardia could not spew forth bitter bile only, it had brief flashes of warmth as well, but only to the priviledged few thathe allowed unto his residence.
This hessian was obviously a stranger to thermality, and any hint of such on his part would no doubt be viewed as weakness. That much he understood. But he liked a challenge, and if some day the sunset took with it her want of distance he might learn from her a less fragile form of attachment. But he held little hope of that, what held him in place and stayed his departure was the promise of a challenge, and the acquaintance of one so radically different from all others.
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Post by Encore » on May 5, 2006 7:00:06 GMT -5
It was dead silence, the world had stopped for the contort of the two, fea and buck. Silhouette deepened into the horizon melting fiercely like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day, to bad the day will end with no ice cream.With an ounce of warning the winds pick the pace up tinting the scenery and brushing the grass off to the younst side.
The deqant skull inclined with the 'ess's nape scuffing at the male's ignorance to leave. Daggers Cripple the geo pawing tentatively, hesitantly. Being challenged was not a abnormal thing with the fea, but it was hated and yet so loved. The best part of killing was the satisfaction of the blood flow ceasing in the once living creature. To bad it was waster on something that would die sooner or later. Leave my behabance now or i highly doubt one of us will go home alive. Oh wait that's right i don't have a home. Would you really Slaughter a homeless creature just like you? It was tempting, she knew it was. Cruelly even the darkest of them all have a organ and could love like many do. I could die of no muse, but this is reallly intresting so i must go on ^^
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 6, 2006 11:02:02 GMT -5
(Btw, by "challenge" I didn't mean a fight, only that making her acquaintance (and maybe someday winning her) would be a challenge.)
The burnt hazel brute observed her with bemusement. She was obviously on edge and deeply corrupted by more Darkness than her appearance could portray. Despite her hasty interpretation of his composure, he chose not to follow her lead in the hostilities, for he refused to strike a faen who had not made the first assailment.
Yet with a cruel expression that may have passed for a smile, he let loose another of the rhyming stanzas that irritated the czaress so much.
Follow thy nose, the land that secretes The oceanic tang, where Light and Darq meets, That is my abode; I'm not homeless as thee, Though cursing doth keep me a slave of the sea.
His vocalizations ceased with a haughty gust of carbon, rendered bitter by frustration at his curse's hold upon him. But he did not fear the saline aqua that sought to tear him from land to land, never abiding longer than to grind a few pathetic stags into the hellborn earthen. One day he would face the sea and it would learn who was master and who was slave -- for in his accursed travels the toil-hardened demon had learned the secrets of the deep like a hidden apprentice.
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Post by Encore » on May 10, 2006 7:17:24 GMT -5
Silk onyx film thrashed at the 'esses pin flag ridding humorous flies whisking slightly at the masculine's actions taking upon her dare.A deep fire raging in deep mochan pools flicker slightly with hast.Words enraged the 'essa even more then before and spitting a few of her own words, the fean gives into what the stud said. If lights and darks form together them who goes to hell and who to heaven?
The bemement fea slowly relaxed and took a few steps torth him, daggers leaving no trace.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 14, 2006 12:37:51 GMT -5
His fire-blackened pillars commenced movement, carrying his fey chassis in a calculated circular pattern about the ess. Her question fascinated him, and he drew upon his neurons in an attempt to leach philosophy from them.
We are all equids of the same substance at the start Regardless of which pole dost tug stronger at our heart. In the end we seem so different, so altered by our strife But for each of us our heaven is the hell we made of life.
His hazelnut voids had a distant look about them, sight momentarily abandoned by his inner vision. He cared little if his phrasing seemed nonsensical to the onlooker, for it struck a chord within him and, at the very least, all that mattered was that he understood.
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Post by Encore » on May 14, 2006 16:22:43 GMT -5
Film Lashes more at her sides, rolling over the Damned darker strip and curling over before flicking torth the ness spot he moved in. Nasels flarred, body rose and daggers lashed out at the brute missing on purpose. Sidesteps leeved away, timidly body of gold haults just a few feet from the stag. If you want me to fallow you ...levy you must know something. Never walk behind me, i have reasons. mochan polls slips around in the whites snorting through wide passages.
hmm i love having not enough muse to post small like this
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