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Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 13:13:19 GMT -5
deldron returned to the same spot he was before orbs adjusting to the darkness he looked around making sure no intruder had came through while he was gone smelling the moist air from all the trees. then he turn his dial to find the demoness he met in clamining I hope she followed Deldron thought to himself auds forward to listen for her sound and optics scanning to find a figure in the shadows
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Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 5, 2006 14:32:24 GMT -5
Charcoal painted banshee pushed her way through the lands, daggers blending the sod with what lay ‘neath it. T’was what she would call her place now, or so she supposed; one never knowing the outcome of the future. Hard gaze moved around, taking in each aspect of the lands, nodding with acknowledgment towards herself. Indeed a suitable resting placing t’would be if the Hessian found her to be within his liking. Indeed the mare could fend for herself without the needs of the brute though t’would be wise for her to nestle there, or at least get what she wanted out of it. Pleasure was something she craved and she wouldn’t be one to stand ‘bout while the stag merely scolded her. Oh no, it wasn’t to work that way. Rules she’d follow of his though that was one she wasn’t willing to bend.
Ebonite hide had grown thick with the winter’s snow, merely finding it a mere annoyance towards the moment which she had yet to shet. Serpentine extended, bowing slightly to better view the lands. The all ‘round darkness pleased her greatly, finding it to her likings. T’was no wonder why the baron had picked it, for any would more than likely find it to their likings.
Daggers fell upon the wilted herbage with little care, nasal searing ever so slightly to pick up the rotting scent that had lingered. Either it had been that of her own or something had been decaying upon the lands, no unusual scent to greet her. Labrums parted slightly, a scowl passed through as she was forced to wait for the presence of the bronc. Thoughts toyed with her mind, contemplating her willingness to present herself to him previously. She need no direction from him of the terra, managing to find it sufficiently alone. She’d show her respect, no matter how much it cost her ego. Optics settled ‘pon him with a nod, waiting for the vocals he held.
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Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 23:32:58 GMT -5
Deldron spotted the mare glad that she had followed as his orbs looked around looking at her he opend his lyrics to speak I am glad that a beautiful vixen as yourself joined this herd if there is anything you wish please tell me for i only wish for you to be happy.... he said smiling wondering what was going on with the dark king at this moment for he probably had amante captured by now she must be so clueless soon there would be a meeting that all darks would attend to witness the rebirth of the god getting rid of all the unessisary horses all the ones pretty much which had no relation to satin even the ones who did had to be only the best for thats all the god would accept he was the most unforgiving soul that any dark had ever seen. the lights have no chance deldron thought to himself if they knew possibly but they were so clueless they had no idea stupid fools knowing that his newest fae wasnt a poser they would both survive the god and cheer him on laughing and killing together
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Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 5, 2006 23:54:21 GMT -5
Crania lowered slightly, showing her only sign of respect she held. Indeed the lands would be suitable for her to dwell and the stag seemed to be of her approval. A hark erected, optics searching the land for a sign of others, catching none. T’was her own determination to make herself the queen of these lands, knowing she’d been the darkest ever to step within them. She snapped with agitation at the bloodsuckers than insisted ‘pon lingering ‘bout, a hark swiveled at the audibility of his lyrics. T’was only two things that made her happy. The killing of lights; tasting the warm crimson through her mug. Thrice she’d been submitted to the pleasure of sexual intent, finding that suitable to herself as well. And three foals had been destroyed due to their lack of importance ‘round, hoping the next one she bore would snag both its sire and dam’s dark traits. ”Tis not within my power to choose what is done.” Vocals came somewhat rough, optics settling ‘pon the baron before her. Certainly a strong ruler of the harem he must have been.
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Post by Passion on Jul 6, 2006 9:55:31 GMT -5
listening to the faes lyrics he nodded his dial silentlyVery well then.. he wanted her to be his queen she was perfect... he wouldent admit it but he liked her his features showed no sign he was very good at covering up his emotions as he walked over to the pool of water that was nearby lowering his dial his mmaw just barley touching the liquid as he took several refresing sips. When he was done pulling his Crania back orbs looking at the fae and turning away waiting for a responce or some sort of lyrics from the vixen
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Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 6, 2006 10:16:14 GMT -5
Optics followed the Hessian, finding him to be equally pleasing to her as he probably was to him. A flint raised, scraping against the litho as she searched for a source of live herbage. Crania lowered as he neared the water, pulling up the diluted green roots, savoring the fresh flavor. T’was not her first nor initial choice to survive off of though no intentions did she have ‘pon stalking off into the wooded area at the moment. She scowled slightly ‘pon his failing of vocals, contemplating what to say. T’was not much to do at the moment, occuli moving ‘round the desolate lands with a surveying gaze. ”What shall be done?” Patience was thinning, needing something that would suitably satisfy her mind.
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Post by Passion on Jul 6, 2006 21:47:26 GMT -5
Deldron turned his optics twoards the vixen he didnt know honestly he loved her but didnt want to say anything... he opend his kissers whatever you want to do he smiled he was in the mood for anything that she wanted to do
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