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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 13, 2006 18:17:35 GMT -5
His malicious voids glittered with demonic glee. Here was one who dared cross words with him?
I said no such thing, lying wench, thy synonym is weak, During our first discourse did mine irritance only get piqued. I know quite well, better than thou, who I think me to be And unlike the weaklings hither I never shall flee.
He parlayed skillfully, his lines growing longer as he parsed even greater detail into his workings. Always a haughty sneer was painted upon his shapely profile, drawing satanic enjoyment from his new opposition.
It all seemed a jest to him, he was a quadriped embodiment of Heathcliff, one so wild and horrible that he delighted simply in tormenting others. There were few that he showed less cruelty towards.
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Post by Alto on Apr 13, 2006 21:26:48 GMT -5
Not a word said, she slipped bu him, heading off, hopefully suprising him this time.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 14, 2006 10:08:54 GMT -5
His bemused sneer soured and he swung his diabolical bod round to head her off. She could not escape him so easily. His tainted enamels fastened their ivory chisels in her mane, pulling her to a halt. His killers grazed her nape as a warning against such careless and vain attempts at escape, letting out a savage grunt from his bottomless satanic chambers.
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Post by Alto on Apr 14, 2006 12:28:24 GMT -5
She rose to her hind daggers and struck out at him, feeling some sort of miss... That might not even have been him...
Get OFF me!
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Post by lexis on Apr 15, 2006 9:27:30 GMT -5
Scout had already taken that this creature was pitiful, for he could not even take the rejection of a faen, for his heart was too weak and his temper was too strong. Maybe if he distracted the brute for a while the ess would get the idea to flee. It was worth a try. "Stag could you take it that you are over reacting, and let the dame go. If you choose otherwise I will be forced with the job of disposing of you." His words were strong and meaningful, and Scout hoped Leviathan was taking them to heart.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 15, 2006 10:18:31 GMT -5
An angry crimson line opened down his arched nape, and he let loose a screech of indignation.
Silly wench, look around, I was not on thee. And this meddling stag would do best not to mess with me. I shall leave you a moment to recover from thy fear, But even if thou canst not see me I shall ever be near.
With that he scaled the towering valley wall in a few calculated leaps, his muscles extending and contracting in perfect tandem.
Within moments the only sign he had even been there were the deep furrows left by his daggers, and a few drops of crimson. But the idea of him remained, hanging thick in the air with a salty stench that demanded one's fear.
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Post by lexis on Apr 15, 2006 13:50:58 GMT -5
Scout watched Leviathan leave. He somewhat mystified Scout but his attention soon turned to the femora. He watched for a while waiting until she felt a little calmer before speaking. "You did not give me your calling, ess. Would you tell me now?" His tones were gentle and comforting.
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Post by Alto on Apr 15, 2006 16:46:05 GMT -5
She looked to Scout, greatfully. Thy calling is Anubi, and many thanks to you.
(Gah... my muse!)
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Post by lexis on Apr 15, 2006 19:25:42 GMT -5
(hehe my muse is somewhat lost too...) "T'was only my pleasure, Anubi, for it was the only honorable thing to do. Us equids need to stand up for one another when danger comes." He paused for a second before continuing, he wasn't sure if the dame would be some what offended by his next words. "If you would like, Anubi, you may reside in my lands for as long or as short as you please. It is your choice."
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Post by Alto on Apr 16, 2006 18:09:26 GMT -5
I do thank you, sir. Yet, I am a loner.
She wished not to bring his spirits down, yet it was the truth, no matter how crazy it sounded.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 17, 2006 10:45:54 GMT -5
From his lofty concealed post a grin split his demonic features. Ah, so the faen travelled alone. This would make her easier to pursue and prey upon. His accursed bod did not shift as he observed the condemned ess.
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Post by Alto on Apr 17, 2006 11:34:08 GMT -5
Still feeling the stallion's presance near, she was still ever-so-weary.
(Sorry... goodness, where has my muse gone? *searches*)
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Post by lexis on Apr 17, 2006 14:37:12 GMT -5
Scout nodded. "My sister was much like you, traveling alone. But if you ever feel that you need to take shelter my home is yours, friend." He began to make his way down the rocky acreage but aburtly stopped at an area that was quite flat. He inhaled deeply before turning back towards Anubi. "I sense the presence of Leviathan, would you prefer me to stay or go, Anubi?" (That was a horriable post my muse is gone NOOOO!!!)
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 18, 2006 15:41:17 GMT -5
A diabolical smirk cursed his artfully carved dish at the effective foreboding of his aura. He waited, poised to descend upon exposed prey like a wolf on the fold. But his tensed striations did not bring him into movement yet, and he stayed his approach, muscles twitching with anticipation.
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Post by Alto on Apr 18, 2006 21:22:57 GMT -5
May I ask you to possibly stay until I reach the top of this bluff? She did not want to sound needy or... Well... Weak... Yet, she knew Leviathan could pull her down. And thank you so much for the offer. I am sorry I have turned down your offer... Yet, I feel I am not ready to end my travels. I may need you sometime else, Scout, and I thank you a hundred times and over. You are truley a friend. She hoped she'd not gone on too long. She bobbed her dial, awaiting his answer to her question.
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