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Post by lexis on Apr 18, 2006 21:37:12 GMT -5
"Of course, that's what friends are for, to be there for each other when they are needed." Scout changed the direction and began to once more go up the cliff. (My muse is dead, *looks at muse lying in a grave*)
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Post by Alto on Apr 20, 2006 6:57:54 GMT -5
She followed him up, a smile not clear upon her face, yet deep in her soul. She was greatful.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 21, 2006 17:08:33 GMT -5
He hovered on the edge of visibility, so artfully concealed was he that those who cast a look in his direction would merely be unsettled by the rank stench of salthingyer and his near-tangible presence. But he could not be seen except as a nervous hallucination in the corner of one's periphery.
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Post by Alto on Apr 22, 2006 14:51:42 GMT -5
Becoming weary once more, she turned to look at the lands. She though she saw something in a nearby thicket, and turned. This was a mistake. As she turned, she somehow caught herself, sliding to the ground below.
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Post by lexis on Apr 22, 2006 15:39:08 GMT -5
The stag continued taking the lead until he heard a gravelly sound. He looked in horror as Anubi fell to the lands below. It was too late to stop the fall so his pillars quickly made there way towards the sod. He silently prayed she was not hurt (my muse has.,.. has... dddiiieeeddd!!!!!!!!! NOOOOOOOO)
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 23, 2006 12:12:28 GMT -5
He drew upon the opportunity to remove his tainted bod from his place of hiding. He placed his elegant terrible frame between the unrefined stag and the fallen faen. A sadistic smirk played upon his features as he looked from one to the other. He had no reservations regarding a fight, though he would find it incrementially easier to take the faen without having to first dispose of the pathetic Light.
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Post by Alto on Apr 23, 2006 12:20:13 GMT -5
She stood, backing away from Leviathan. Why won't you just leave, you... The insult was not something anyne should've heard. *(LOL...Dead muse)
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 23, 2006 12:34:33 GMT -5
His diabolical smirk widened. She knew quite well that he would not simply give up, and it would've been a foolish hope to think otherwise. His fine daggers slit deep furrows in the virgin soil as he drew nearer with daunting restraint.
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Post by Alto on Apr 23, 2006 12:46:25 GMT -5
She reared, slashing at him with sharpened flints. She knew she could not hit him, but she knew she had to do SOMETHING.
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Post by lexis on Apr 23, 2006 13:19:08 GMT -5
The stag let a sneer rise from his larnyx, the drake was letting the darker side of him release out unto the open. This was getting ridiculous, and Scout felt it was time to show Leviathan the games were over. "Back of, now." His tones no longer held anything of bouyounce but of anger and firmness. His oculi stared right into the brute, he was going to fight if the stag didn't back off now. His gaze quickly turned towards his friend, the masculine was between Anubi and him, so maybe if he gave her a slight signal she would run. Scout through his crown slightly hoping she woiuld get the idea. He then turned his shperes back to focase on the czar.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 23, 2006 14:24:48 GMT -5
He eyed the Light with condescending bemusement. Leviathan posessed a far greater recess of Darkness within himself, and if the need arose to unleash it then he would not be responsible for the havoc he would inevitably cause. He had dealt death to many, and this younger more juvenile stag posed no threat to his wicked reign.
Leviathan was a descendant of kings, though any semblance of having led a cushy life had been obliterated by his lifetime of travel, toil and battle. He could sense as well as hear the sea's tumultous rumble not far off. A mocking cynical laugh passed his larynx. He was no ordinary demonic hellion.
I suggest you take your advice to the fae And flee from my presence, and thank the day That you escaped alive from the likes of me. Should you choose to stay, you'll get no mercy.
He spat forth a satanic stanza from his depths, his cold unwavering gaze narrowed upon the haggard beast that dared oppose him.
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Post by Alto on Apr 23, 2006 20:21:38 GMT -5
Before even hearing his words arise, Anubi took flight over the sands. She had to get away. She wished to thank Scout, but she MUST get away. She prayed he run off, for he was no match for the hellion.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 24, 2006 19:54:23 GMT -5
His demonic smirk widened at the faen's terrified flight. He watched her form diminish from the corner of his peripheral sightline. So she did not stick around to see if a fight ensued. Surely she must know how it would end, like countless other battles against greater brutes than the Light stag before him. Leviathan's Dark fury had choked the life from hellions claiming to be even darker than he.
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Post by lexis on Apr 25, 2006 15:24:45 GMT -5
(ok let's do it like this 2 attack, 1 defence, and you can go first) The stag knew Anubi had fled and he was thankful she was safe. But now he would have to focase on Leviathan. He seemed to already have the self assurance and perhaps that would be the neutral brute's downfall. Over condfidence. Well atleast the other would have to attack first otherwise no move would be made.
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Post by \\Leviathan// on Apr 25, 2006 15:46:02 GMT -5
(Aw man, another fight? I'm in one against Red Rum and he's too scared to reply. Lol. Or maybe Lakoters forgot.)
He stood eerily still, muscles bunched in anticipation. He seemed ready to spring like a wild cat, but he made no such movement, deeming the Light stag not worth the time and effort.
His confidence was not borne of ego, but of a reputation earned across so many continents that no single equid could possibly know his entire history lest they heard it from the demon himself. And the salt-scented hellion did not engage in exchanges of tales. He still remembered with a burning shame that fateful day, at the age of two solar cycles, when he had been defeated in battle. He had been overyoung and naive, too sure of his own powers. But that remained as the only time the brute had tasted defeat, since his skills and strength had doubled, and tripled, since then. He had savagely throttled his first and only vanquisher, and from then on he went undefeated, his maniacal Dark side tearing apart anyone who dared cross the diabolical one.
(I don't have time at the moment, I'm gonna get kicked off the computer pretty soon. But later perhaps. Your choice.)
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