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Post by Alto on Feb 26, 2006 16:57:22 GMT -5
Completely aware of his presance, she became annoyed. Anubi wasn't one for persistant stallioms.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 6, 2006 20:01:40 GMT -5
An irritated roll of his hazelnut occuli displaying his opinion, he strode to a small pool of clear aqua, taking in his reflection with disgust before plunging his muzzle into the picture. The shattered droplets disperse, clinging to his cranium as if determined to diffuse into his skull. The fresh crystalline stung his pipes, burning the flesh of one so used to the acidic tingle of the saline ocean.
He raised his profile in shock, glaring about with an accusatory air. He almost felt compelled to act with violence, but reason calmed him for the moment. It was not safe. With such lack of purpose, such lack of fulfillment he would soon fall victim to the psychological damage his way of life had inflicted upon him. So long had life chipped away at his sanity. He shot a venemous stare at the foal, who remained silent and yet held such attention for it's innocence. Pah.
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Post by Alto on Mar 6, 2006 20:06:25 GMT -5
Spotting his glance, she had enough. She turned his way, dropped her crania, and bared her ivories. Whipcords flicked angrily, along with her auds. The air 'round her was dangerous... She wished the foal not to fear her because of this.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 7, 2006 17:40:16 GMT -5
A haughty, unconcerned gust burst forth from his windchannels. Not a flicker of doubt resided in his salted bod, and one would have to dig deep indeed to find mercy in his pickled beating cardio. A masculine bellow was forced from his hollows, the echo quickly swallowed by the bass note's own reverberations. His harks had long lain upon his skull, and still they did not rise. Deadly enamels flashing, he regarded the offending ess with mild contempt, his every action posing the question: "What are you going to do about it?".
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Post by Alto on Mar 8, 2006 19:02:22 GMT -5
Oh, how her underestimated her. She gave him a warning call, unafraid of him. She stood as tall as she could, not a flicker of fear 'pon both her body, nor mind. She was ready to fight, if this need be.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 13, 2006 11:01:10 GMT -5
A mocking roll of his orbs was produces, viewing her agression with haughty amusement. He exaggerated his arrogant stance to magnify her irritance. He saw no stain of battle upon her ivory pelt, and drawing conclusion from such he assumed she was no war-mongerer. Noting that he had not made any outward gesture of harm, he sent forth his next stanza...
Fellow neutral, desist Thy quarrel as it might. What have I yet done To prompt thee to fight?
He awaited her response with mild curiosity, wondering what she would come up with. He masked his inquiring look with one of passive boredom.
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Post by Alto on Mar 13, 2006 16:07:56 GMT -5
She did not reply. Was he thank absent-minded? Did he not know of what actions he sent forth to her. Nares flared as she turned away, irritated. But wait... Where was the colt? He was gone!
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 26, 2006 19:58:57 GMT -5
A smirk twisting his features, he struck the earth with one sharp foredagger, sending forth a cry to frighten the heavens. It was no wonder that the colt had not wished to stay. He let out a deep grunt, his jugular trembling as the wavelengths passed it and out into the dead air. His cold calculating stare fell on the agressive faen again, daring her to move.
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Post by Alto on Mar 27, 2006 16:56:23 GMT -5
He mocked her so... How dare he? He though she was... What was the word... Afraid? Well, he was sure in for a suprised. Enraged by the dissaperence of the colt, she turned in his direction, voids glaring. Not a word was spoken... She let her own poisonous stench to the air, it being loud and clear to all. She was angry.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 27, 2006 20:32:11 GMT -5
He tilted his tapered chin skywards, exposing his jugular mockingly while also maintaining a most haughty outline. A slight gust of carbon slipped from his slitted papers, expressionless voids lazily tracing other aspects of the landscape. A new thought occured to him and his columns shifted nearer to the angered faen, a demonic smirk upon his parched kissers and a predatorial glint in his occuli. He brought his chiseled mug to her nape, papers flaring to draw in her fury. A deep grunt echoed in his hollows as he circled her slowly, examining her.
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Post by Alto on Mar 27, 2006 21:58:25 GMT -5
Ah he came close to her, she kicked out, missing him by inches. She followed his movements, looking for a way to break free of hs trap on her.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 28, 2006 19:36:54 GMT -5
He moved closer, too close to be within kicking range, and ran his cold enamels down her side. His sinister smirk was ever apparent, now accompanied by a thin film of white froth around his savage kissers. As difficult as it was to tell, a small shred of reason still resided within him, but it would not hold him back long. It had been long since he had forcefully covered a faen, but he had little reluctance to take what was not offered.
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Post by Alto on Mar 29, 2006 16:13:09 GMT -5
Receiving his intentions, she still kicked out, nowhere near him, and took to a gallop. She quickly headed away from him, not looking back. She flew up to the top of a nearby wooded hill, standing there. She was not going to allow this stag to fulfill these intensions.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Mar 29, 2006 21:43:58 GMT -5
Her flight had partially shocked him back to reality, his sinister intentions becoming mixed in a sea of feeling until all that remained was the savage urge to pursue her. His fine daggers slit the soil viciously as he departed from a standstill, banner cracking in the wake of his movements. He was built lean and mean, his stomach tucked up like a racehorse though his face sported the dished profile of an eastern hotblood. He was fit and rapid, and his smirk grew wider as he gained some ground on the faen.
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Post by Alto on Mar 30, 2006 16:24:30 GMT -5
As she watched him speed towards her, she threw herself into a gallop away from him. Fear had grown within her... She had to get away.
(No muse, so sorry)
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