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Jul 5, 2006 14:47:21 GMT -5
Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 14:47:21 GMT -5
Amante was walking around the volcanoe exploring she was not afraid of death and things like volcanoes she walked its steep path thinking about life. Fate is a funny thing it brought magic and herself back together again and it killed and saved lives everyday but why... i think only the gods know everything seemed so peaceful at the top of the volcanoe like nothing could touch her a breeze went through amanates tresses as she lifted her dial and smelled the ash the orbs focused below her on one side... she was pretty high up
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Fate
Jul 5, 2006 15:01:29 GMT -5
Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 5, 2006 15:01:29 GMT -5
Daggers were silent ‘pon the soot laden sod, the dark one making his way through the clearing. The ebonite color of his pelt helped to hide him well though the silence was what helped him to stalk this young one. A malicious grin curled at the corner of his labrums, optics resting ‘pon the young femora before him. Indeed the plant would work for t’was the only way in which to bring the God back which they darks all looked up to, needing answers from.
Sinewy pillars brought him forth, sinew bunched slightly as he stalked ‘pon this prey that would become utterly useful. Paperthins seared wildly to remind himself of the baroness’s scent, knowing it would be one never to forget. A growl passed through his mug, stepping out before the clearing of thicket.
Indeed she’d learn to fear him. Many had been told ‘bout him, his malicious and conniving tones that he held and the laceration and destruction of the lights harems. Ah yes, but a mere bit of fun to him. Flints churned the sod as he pushed his mangled carcass forth, shifting easily into a transition of quickness. He’d make sure this one wouldn’t escape; this Amante as he was told. Visage tossed ‘bout murderously as though something diseased was seeping into his brainpan, halting before the young vix. Labrums curled back to reveal the crimson stained dentals, harks slid to his skull as he gave a threatening appearance, portraying that of his personality. His frame turned, blocking the narrow path from her view as well as cutting off any source of exscaping his grasp. He wasn’t going to let this plan fail; for the sake of the darks.
”Tis not wise for one to linger alone.” Tones came gruff, holding that evil sneer as always. Serpentine extended, dentals scraping across her tender flesh.
[extreme blahness]
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Fate
Jul 5, 2006 15:07:10 GMT -5
Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 15:07:10 GMT -5
Amante nares took in the smell of another equine but it wasnt one like herself a stag trying to find the scent through all the ask she then heard the lyrics of the dark demon. a chill went down her spine through his words. Amante had no idea of her role in the darks "plot" for it was secret kept among darks. clueless she called out Whos there she said shakily she was always having problems with darks like him and i mean she knows he is by his pure looks she had seen so many that other horses souls seemed to show right through their figure. keeping her ground her auds went forward waiting for a reply
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Jul 5, 2006 15:12:52 GMT -5
Post by Poetic Sorrow on Jul 5, 2006 15:12:52 GMT -5
Each well shaped dagger crushed the grass beneath it, and her pelt streached tightly over 'er sinewy muscles, accoustics sewn against her delicate cranium as th' mare shut 'er cold chocolate visionaries in thought. Wondering and thinking were like sleeping - she wanted to stay awake so badly sometimes when she was younger, to explore the night, but her body did not have the same idea. It preferred to cease much of its movement and ship her mind off to dreamland to be chased my cougar and to side with wolves and wake up seconds before she wiped out every light on the planet. It was that same with her mind - she wished she could shut don't that part of her that had questions; wished she could live simply by instinct - eat, sleep, do as told. . . or not. Why wouldn't someone else take over thinking and do all the telling? It would be nice to go even a single day without the endless struggle to remember why sh’ was here, to remind ‘erself sh’ had a purpose. Sometimes sh’ wanted so badly to end it all – to slip from the seemingly endless life ‘o following and obeying where sh’ saw fit – th’ life ‘o a mare. th' bright, yet saddened pits that were 'er ooids snapped open once more as sh’ stared moodily at th’ earth, striking out at it wrathfully with a single dagger from 'er position on th' earth, and all the time thinking to ‘erself, fighting an ongoing battle within. Sh’ couldn’t help wondering if th' gods had a plan in store for ‘er – something that would stimulate ‘er twisted mind, or if sh’ was simply a piece ‘o property waiting to be claimed, as sh’ had been with so many others – only there to be used and then tossed aside like a broken toy. Sh’ had followed ‘er sharp equine instincts here from far away lands, though sh’ couldn’t help but find ‘erself wondering. Sh' herad voices and appraoched. Hearing th' dark kings tones sh' parted 'er kissers to speak I have to second his opinion sh' said, appearing from the shadows.
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Fate
Jul 5, 2006 15:21:33 GMT -5
Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 15:21:33 GMT -5
Amante looked there was another vixen knowing that they knew eachother her ears back now she replied shaking Im not looking for a babysitter she said rolling her eyes now backing up but her hoof almost went off the edge of the volcanoe....she was trapped why were they bothering her this time and out of nowhere she didnt think she was known in these lands thats why she came here all she could do is pray that they would leave her alone in the silence
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Jul 5, 2006 15:36:12 GMT -5
Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 5, 2006 15:36:12 GMT -5
Serpentine whipped around ‘pon catching the bytch’s vocals. Grin broadened across his features, visage bobbed slightly with a pleased greeting. T’would be easy enough for himself to direct the heaven kisser by himself though with her assistance, t’was bout to be an exciting journey. Thoughts toyed with his mind, wishing to kill the heaven kisser before him as he’d done with many of her kind before though no, he must save her for the moment. It was merely beginning now though a bit of harm would do her good. ”Ah, m’dear Queen.” A harsh nip was placed ‘pon her shoulder blade, gaze momentarily moving over her darkened features. Indeed he was pleased with her arrival, turning away to face Amante yet again. ”Surely you’ve heard of the darks, a chilling bedtime story told to you, eh?” Bulk shifted uneasily, patience thinning with each moment. He was eager to get things back to normal, retrieve his beloved God’s presence yet again. A flint scraped across the litho, advancing ‘pon the doe lightly. ”You shall come with us.” He wasn’t ‘bout to spill the plans to him but she’d come whether it was willingly or not. A pleased stature came ‘cross him, watching as she nearly took a spill over the edge. This one would be the provider of what they needed, as well as a bit of bloodshed. Surely the lights wouldn’t allow their royal daughter to be taken into captivity. It would draw the lights towards them so they could be destroyed and rot along his harem as they deserved to. "Unfortunately, we don't really care what you think." Visage tossed 'bout, tangled tassels draping over his cold optics, sneering with the pleasure at the sense of her fear.
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Fate
Jul 5, 2006 15:46:42 GMT -5
Post by Poetic Sorrow on Jul 5, 2006 15:46:42 GMT -5
Poetic Sorrow didnt even flinch as he nipped her, she hardly notice. She made a circle around Amante. I'm forced to agree there as well. Your opinion over ours seems rather worthless she said to her. Not quite ready to mess with her mind. She already messed with Dagger and Flashs mind, it was enough for now. And she knew of Amantes long lost mate. As for your dear Magic, maybe ill pay him a little visit I bet he is worried she added. She knew the light horses, she knew the dark horses. Nothing would please her more to kill the light, but she was essential for bringing back their god. But a few wounds wouldnt kill her, and Sorrow would make sure that Amantes time with them would be a living hell. Because she would spare no mercy, and she didnt think he would either so Amantes position was rather predictable from here on. Of course the light fae knew nothing of the plan so she didnt quite know what was in store for her. And since they would be able to spend so much time together, she would have her fun for a while. At least torment her. She could do so much more then pay Magic a little visit, she could return with his blood on her hooves. Don't believe her? She wasn't afraid to do so, might mess with Amantes mind even more then she planned to. Sorrow was one to be on your side, not against. For she as an enemy was not good. This plan would surely benefit for the darks, as for lights, they would suffer for darkness would prevail.
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Fate
Jul 5, 2006 16:02:44 GMT -5
Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 5, 2006 16:02:44 GMT -5
Burning Fury watched as Sorrow took to circling the femora, gaze refocusing ‘pon the prey they were to take with them. Invisible brow rose slightly, whipcord playing across his hide as he watched the two minxes. Indeed his queen was strong, hence the reason the position she held to tightly to. Ivories ground slightly, agitation burrowing with each moment the departure was delayed. Eagerness wrought his cold innards, optics daring the young one to make a move. For surely if she did, an attack would be placed ‘pon her. Not that she was to make it much past Sorrow, let alone his own hefty bulk. A hark erected, listening for any motion other than the soft grumbling of the volcanic hill which threatened though the activity of it had been little. Ah, and yet another weapon they held. Magic. Indeed the fae was probably distressed ‘bout the whole thing but threatening her mate as well was ‘bout to be hell for her. After all, Magic was not essential to the situation as Amante was. Fury let Sorrow circle easing towards the light minx, optics narrowing. ”No more time shall be wasted.” Ivories raked against her flesh yet again, this time in a rougher manner, encouraging a departure.
[gah, no muse. Shall post better when I return]
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Jul 5, 2006 21:41:02 GMT -5
Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 21:41:02 GMT -5
Amante let out a cry not expecting the stag to attack she had no where to go listening to the two as sorrow talked about her love how did she know amante thought to herself but she knew magic was well loated in the dark worlds as well as herself but why this time. A stream of crimsion liquid now covering the area where the brute had bit. not moving her pillars she was so confuzed I dont follow people like you she hissed her actions no matter what would lead to a consequence no matter what and what do you want of me now she called out in confusion
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Jul 5, 2006 21:45:31 GMT -5
Post by Poetic Sorrow on Jul 5, 2006 21:45:31 GMT -5
She snorted That wasnt a question, that was an order she told the mare. They werent asking if she wanted to come, they were telling her she was coming and she would come, they could easily force her into the terra, she didnt have a problem with it. Amantes envy was her pleasure. Temper, temper though. She seemed to think they were giving her options. Newsflash. They werent. Poetic Sorrow was no light-dweller, despite certain points of her outward physical attributes. It would be a lie to say she was as dark as they come because that would be giving too much praise to the forces of darkness and shadow. However, she was most certainly not one of the lightened alignment. Her heart, which some believed to be non-existent, has been covered by a frosted layer for all of her short life which nothing had yet managed to penetrate - not that Poetic Sorrow has made an effort to aid the cause. She feared nothing – not pain, loneliness nor death. However, she was a strong believer in fate and believed that everything happens for a reason, even the fact that she was not destined to live a trouble-free and joy-filled life as others before her have. But that doesn’t really bother her. Who in their right mind would want one anyway? Constant bliss and happiness got rather predictable after a while.
(Sorry ahve a sprained wrist and it hurts to type so im re using posts)
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Jul 5, 2006 21:54:15 GMT -5
Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 21:54:15 GMT -5
(haha nice)
Amante listend to the faes words she would probably have to go she agreed but that didnt mean she would just give up there the fae let out a cry hopefully to be heard for miles for somebody just somebody to save her but the chances were slim for she was in an area probably infested with darks seeing this is the perfect place for them You dont obviously think i am going to leave without a fight she hissed at the mare auds pinned to her dial trying to make a run for it but being blocked by two darks she closed her optics fearing the worst if she made it through she would have to run
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Jul 5, 2006 21:59:05 GMT -5
Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 5, 2006 21:59:05 GMT -5
Visage elevated, occuli glancing over the lands to ensure that none had followed other than Sorrow. ”You don’t follow people like us?” He laughed yet again menacingly, amused with the fact that she thought she could possibly escape the grasp of the two royal darks. Amber optics rolled ‘pon the vixen yet again, a harsh blow passing through his nasals, grinning with pleasure as he caught the crimson liquid which had been brought from her flesh. ”You’ve no say ‘bout what goes on.” He growled, temper rising slightly. Bulk shifted, glare thrown towards his queen before turning. Visage tossed ‘bout, motioning for her to get going, intending to follow Amante closely to ensure she departed with them rather than fleeing as their sort often did. Harks slid to his skull, labrums curled bay to their full view. He did not enjoy lingered there but of course had expected a refusal. ”Then you shall suffer in your journey.” He snarled, nipping at her with a harsh action. Pillars were brought from the sod, landing harshly ‘pon it. Deep impressions had been left in the litho, gaze narrowing. T’would have been just as easy to land ‘pon the ignorant minx though they needed her and t’would be the downfall of their plan it had happen that way. A flint rose in warning, ivories nipping at her rump sharply, willing to let no more time pass.
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Jul 5, 2006 22:02:05 GMT -5
Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 22:02:05 GMT -5
amante let out a louder cry she no longer hand any way of escape no one came.. she had no idea what was going on by she would find out when she got a chance she didnt understand normally there was some sort of reason why and she would be told.. why what were they up to this time being out number amante was in the middle of them as fury shoved her forward nipping at her painfully
yet again a damsel in distress
(want to go to the prision?)
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Fate
Jul 5, 2006 22:02:42 GMT -5
Post by Poetic Sorrow on Jul 5, 2006 22:02:42 GMT -5
(Yea its to hard for me to type another post when I can save the pain)
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