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Post by kunoichi on Mar 25, 2006 12:38:00 GMT -5
She shook her thick luxurious mane.Her small, hooves pawed the hot sand as she searched the skies.Her amber eyes soon spotted a hawk and galloped in pursuit.Her eyes twinkled in delight as her efforts had rewarded her.She trotted toward the oasis and lowered her bulk to the ground.She stretched her head out and took a sip of water.She then raised her maw toward the sun and whinnied shrilly.The tawny colored mare then waited for a worthy stag to come.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 26, 2006 19:47:28 GMT -5
He raised his fine tapered mug from the blades, harks flitting at the insurgence of sound. He might have become irritated by this disturbance of his peace were his attention not caught immediately by the sight of the tawny faen yonder. He threw back his dished profile and let loose a return cry, his harmonies trembling to some deep uncharted vestige.
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Post by kunoichi on Mar 27, 2006 7:16:18 GMT -5
Her golden ears pricked,her amber eyes grew wide.She whickered back to bay stag and trotted gleefully over.The tawny maiden dipped her head in a bow and said
Greetings m'Lord.My name is Dorada.What is yours?
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 27, 2006 20:09:34 GMT -5
He flinched at first, knowing he would be prompted to reply by vocal means. Delicate harks regaining their former poise, he slowed his gait to a dual beat and parted his salt-burned kissers to cast his melody to the wind. When his voice caught the air it sprang into clear, true notes, his stanza forming instantly in his elegant cranium.
Greetings Dorado,
Faen of gold.
Ere strideth Leviathan
For thee to behold.
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Post by kunoichi on Mar 28, 2006 20:22:14 GMT -5
ooc: I apologize for my lack of rpging skills.The speaking in rhyme thing is amazing  The young femme was shocked by his mesmerizing voice.Such a noble horse! She had never beheld any stallion like him.She bowed very low to the stud and said Lord Leviathan, I want to pledge my life to you.I wish to be by your side and bear your young.Can you grant me this little wish? |
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 29, 2006 21:35:53 GMT -5
The maiden's forthcoming was startling to him at first, never had one been so forward with him. A gentle grin formed slowly on his salt-burned kissers, his features softening as he recognized one who appreciated his prowess in the smithy of words. His adept mind tripped over itself for a moment, and for the first time he had to pause to gather his lyrics.
Thy wish, golden femme,
Is rather quite great.
The sea pulls me always
To return to it, my fate.
But do not despair,
The spell cannot last.
When I find something to keep me here,
I shall revoke my past.
His deep mahogany orbs met hers, his expressive, aristocratic face hopeful. Perhaps love was the thing he required to keep him rooted on a certain shore. His smile broadened and he inclined his regal profile slightly out of respect for the elegant faen. He would grant her wish, and possibly save himself in doing so.
[OOC: You have no lack of RPing skills. I'm just having a rawkin time writing for this extravagant charrie. The rhyming bit is very restrictive, but if I can help it I think I might have Levy always speak in rhyme]
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Post by kunoichi on Apr 2, 2006 18:47:38 GMT -5
ooc: I found a way to make your piccie bigger.Would you like me to do so?
Lord Leviathan, I am yours.Where are the lands you call yours?
She asked.The vix then dipped her sun-hued head again and walked toward him.Dorada stood by the auburn stud and pressed her dark muzzle to his flank,as a sign of affection.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 3, 2006 18:18:14 GMT -5
(OOC: That would be wonderful!)
The surf and sand
Being mine urge,
My home and thine
Is Sunset Surge.
He rhymed, his loose stanza rolling off his pink ribbon that was only just beginning to lose the flavour of salt. He arched his rippling boa and let his ivories trace the golden faen's topline, his jaw shifting slightly at intervals to massage the soft flesh of her nape.
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Post by kunoichi on Apr 7, 2006 17:38:59 GMT -5
She shivered with please and nuzzled him.She then opened her chocolate hued maw and whispered
Let us go home now.
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Post by kunoichi on Apr 9, 2006 12:25:49 GMT -5
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 10, 2006 18:21:30 GMT -5
A slight bob of his finely tapered facade was given, a contented smile on his mug. Home. Such a concept. Would his mind one day drift immediately to Sunset Surge upon hearing the word "home" pronounced? He would need time before finally acknowledging the place as where he truly belonged.
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Post by kunoichi on Apr 11, 2006 20:06:56 GMT -5
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