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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 14, 2006 18:07:46 GMT -5
He inclined his dished profile in acknowledgement. Though he wished to know more, he knew better than to press the matter. She would tell him if she felt comfortable. He guessed that she'd been violated in the past, and so kept his silence.
Follow him? He could scarcely believe that she'd dared to voice the idea. Now he was sure that she was only toying with him, and he did not kindle any hopes that she was genuine. The femme was a Darq, and scorned all others.
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Post by Encore » on May 24, 2006 13:49:00 GMT -5
Mochan Dancers pall and dull down to a soft yellow hue. A Small smirk laced the rim of kissers watching the hellion, trying to figure her out and what sort. It would be harder for her to explain herself then for one to watch what hell put her here for, to kill was what she was raised and thought but something almost the line of duty screwed up in it this blunt day. Something a Darkish one would not even try to tame for the lights ruled what the four letter spelled, lust. It was stupid for her marvelous brain to even pin such words but what else could it be with what the maiden was doing.
Why such a queer look, from a stag?
o o c | ok that was crappy i swear i'm either going to kill myself or stop role playing until i get better, it's like I'm aw some at a horse and bad at a human and then great as a human and killing as a horse, pffth i need to get my muse together or else D:
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Post by \\Leviathan// on May 25, 2006 15:41:22 GMT -5
(Don't give up, silly! Practice makes perfect!)
Leviathan averted his lasculars, letting his stare fall instead upon the horizon, his veiled retinas distant and unfocused. Lustre adorned the rabiator who ached for the remission of his Light half, despising the doubts that dared cross his accursed mind. His renable larynx let not a vibration pass as he turned his cold scrutinizing gaze inward for a moment's self-reckoning.
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Post by Encore » on Jun 29, 2006 11:22:49 GMT -5
A worried entrancement pledged her burned ashen lips.
Sire...
The madam held her words away for some time, that one word was to get his view on things.
The long onyx Film strip slowly flicked at pesky insects durational from what really never came here before.
One more her vocals work something sort of a hushed rumble...
before larynx dismissals a snort through her gaped nasals.
Like i was saying,
You are in the middle my lord so why not i join you.
encased in her scullery the thinking perception had
been thinking hard about this and maybe the she devil
needed to stay somewhere, somewhere new
Like you said It's where the devils and
gods come together and live with each other.
No anticipation was seen through her but really that's all she could feel. |
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Jun 30, 2006 20:59:53 GMT -5
Shock registered in his cerebrum, though his visage remained cool. Was this a new sincerity in the wench, or did her trickery run deeper than he'd imagined? Leviathan did not wish to wallow in mistrust, perhaps a leap of wary faith was in order. There was something enticing about the smooth angles of her chassis and the unnatural length of her cascade of obsidian tresses. Her Darqness was tempting, but what was its extreme?
Trachea draws in oxygen, alveoli filling with the hydrocarbons to be expelled. Expiration was less than a sigh, vibrations from the larynx forming it into a stanza.
What has caused such a change of heart?
Or can thy pericardium have taken my part?
If you swear not to harm those following me
Then I shall accept to share my lands with thee.
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Post by Encore » on Oct 20, 2006 6:43:46 GMT -5
Cerebrum tossed slightly, Physique slightly moved directing the vibrant rays from the sun to touch in her deep crystals. Azures seem to stick out slightly, cold, harsh, and dry. Irritating thoughts slightly. What would become of her if she did fallow this captor? many questions tiled at her thinned line of a mind. Would he try to over power her in some way or would he just let her be if she turned on him right now or even ever?
Nares flared slightly when a locus trys to enter into one of twin zeniths. Shaking slightly and bobbing cranial it was rid of and taken off into the light summer breeze and dealt with. Acrimony of words began to spill and tumble between thoughts as though it was nothing. As if it was a hint of death and decay.
Feminine mustang glances slightly around behind Levi and into the background where he came from trying to find something that was not there or ever was, a home. Optics gazed longingly at the emptiness the long grass gave her, like a loner, like always. Hocks flank slightly getting her attention off of what she wanted really badly and asserted to her twitching. As if trying to rid it nigrescent caudal comes flashing around and tanning her skin. Vocals raised slightly waiting for something but it never came, her mind was made up and the banshee would try to put it into words. Amraphel was having a little trouble with this once since a rasp would come from larynx before disappearing into the mist like it was nothing and never was something. Harsh and horse her mind seeped out into her slightly and slowly making her hopes of this working out fade. Vermilion mass shifts sideways irritated at this all, making her look somewhat odd against the fast paced skies. Vocals rasped harshly and finally finds a way out from being inclosed in a tormented soul.
Yes i will accect the rules Levi.
I need a place to stay because if i stay in this state right here before i know it i would be killed perhaps, or force bred alot of times. So here i am begging for a place in your heard and I'm greatful that you will accept me. But Leviathan must i ask you a question? If not do not anwser. Why do you care if I'm in your herd? Don't say you don't because the fact your still here after i was rude and displaced is not because you need more members in your little patch of land.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Oct 28, 2006 17:20:41 GMT -5
A grin spread across his maw upon hearing of her acceptance. After the drought had wiped out all but the most resilient eqiuds (such as himself) he had thought that his lands would remain lonely and desolate for a long while to come. But now he was no longer alone, and it sent a strange sensation coursing through his veins, a mix of relief and ecstasy. But this femme he was now responsible for did not seem to be a mindless follower. No, she was a creature of independence, and he would have to be careful not to restrict or confine her. He wanted her to be happy.
And then there was his Darq side, which cared little for anything save the material aspects of owning the vixen. She would have to submit to him, obey him, revere him. Pah, unlikely. A little fire was nothing to be afraid of, she would just have to be prepared to be met with a little inferno in return.
His labrums parted to release his song into the atmos, stanzas rolling forth as they had so often, saying so little but meaning so much if only one could read between the lines. He was being civil, which was more than he showed for those he held no respect for. But respect was not the full extent of it.
What insecurity brings this question to me?
You seem to know the answer already
As complex as you are, and I am too
I offered because of affection for you
OOC: Unfortunately Rita never gave me full admin powers, so I can't change the boards... grr.
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Post by wowposter on Oct 28, 2008 7:19:22 GMT -5
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