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Post by Poetic Sorrow on Jul 5, 2006 22:06:02 GMT -5
Pillars carried ‘er forth in’t a silent glebe, soundless th’ area was, as still and quiet as death. The air ‘o th’ silent glebe was suddenly broken by th’ whistling tune of a cricket, or the buzz of an insect traveling near her ears. Vastly decorated with lush grass, each blade moon washed by the full globe illuminating the eerie nights features. And as if no such moon existed, a shadow plagued her form. A foreleg was outstretched, her pelt clinging as if there were no release to each rippling muscle bulging forth from ‘neath ‘er pelt, separated by scars where no charcoal fur grew. The transfixing silence of the night was broken by the unmistakable thud of a hoof, the grass quivering and folding under the massive weight; massive at least, for such an elegant and petite frame. And as if on que to this sound the clouds consumed the globe in the sky, devouring what light it provided. A cricket sang, but stopped as yet another flint pounded against the soft soil. The meadow was protected by a tin trunked forest, misty and transfixing to untrained eyes. A mucked pond lay home to three fish and a fat frog, who was silently watching this danger from the shelter of horsetail weeds. With each breeze the leaves and grass quivered; the night seemed shook by this beast's occupation in what could have been a peaceful glebe. Sh' looked back too see if they were still following.
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Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 22:11:31 GMT -5
forced into the strange lands she had no idea where she was the place was so differnt than any other dark lands she had been to quiet and it didnt seem to be a home... wherewas she it was so differnt turning around the the stag she ordered to him where are we she demanded now into the strange lands unlike the others who have "captured" me theyhave always told me WHY AM I HERE she snapped
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Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 5, 2006 22:20:02 GMT -5
Fury pushed the fae into a faster pace, his own carcass heaved into a rough three beat. Daggers churned the sod ‘neath them, leaving the usual trademark of his presence. Serpentine twisted ‘bout, catching both the appearance of the land as well as Sorrow’s growing form as he neared. He eased himself into a slower pace, the moon providing no source of illumination. Flints hit the wilting foliage with the usual crunch, optics surveying the land for any intruders. T’was the dark territory and for a light to be seen ‘pon it would mean lethal actions. Flints scraped the damp sod, whipcord trailing behind him as the winds taunted them, giving a threatening voice. Bulk shifted as he brought himself to an abrupt halt, ripple ‘neath his pelt ceasing. ”Shut up, pregnant dog.” He scowled deeply, not wanting to deal with the annoyance of questions she was producing. T’was time for them to gather and the absence of others was angering him, needing a few details so sufficiently fulfill the plan. Shoulder brushed passed her roughly, pushing Amante towards one of the caves to ensure she’d be kept there without a chance escaping. T’was to his slight disappointment she’d put up little struggle, knowing Sorrow was sure to get her fun out of it.
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Post by Poetic Sorrow on Jul 5, 2006 22:25:53 GMT -5
Put it this way, you will be here for a while Sorrow said looking at Amante, no mercy would be shown towards the prisoner. Sorrow knew of what evil was to be brought. And sh' would get ' er fun out of Amantes struggle and presence here. Weight shifted, orbs traveled around where many caves stood towering over them all. Sh' watched Fury move Amante into one. Amusement danced within 'er pools. One would hardly notice sh' had light lines at all. Infact it wasnt noticable at all for that matter. Sorrow was pure dark and nothing but it. Wondering and thinking were like sleeping - sh' wanted to stay awake so badly sometimes when sh' was younger, to explore the night, but 'er body did not have the same idea. It preferred to cease much of its movement and ship 'er mind off to dreamland to be chased my cougar and to side with wolves and wake up seconds before sh' wiped out every light on the planet. It was that same with her mind - sh' wished sh' could shut don't that part of her that had questions; wished sh' 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 emotionless 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.
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Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 22:30:02 GMT -5
Amante looked at the cave what the he// for she called out demanding some anserws right now it was bad enough to be in the situation she was in but not knowing but both of the darks seemed to both now exataly what was going on wondering of sorrows words were true earlier about magic now yet again away from him. she looked hatred filling her eyes as she stared at the brute who first captured her Listen, if your going to take me tell me why for i have done nothing to you she called out. was being her fate talking to her again
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Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 5, 2006 22:44:58 GMT -5
Fury had little tolerance for this little heaven kisser, retracting himself from killing her before the task was complete. Ah well, t’would be plenty of time to dispose of her when they were done with her useless carcass. He shunted her deeper into it before resting against his weight, a hind pillar raised. Crania bobbed slightly, growling as the agitation mounted. There was still the issue of the blend of blood which needed to be completed. Optics shifted to Sorrow, sauntering towards her. He was tired of this heaven kisser in his presence already, wishing he could merely sacrifice her though his luck wasn’t that great. Dentals ran along Sorrow’s serpentine, perhaps in his own way of affection. Indeed their own brat would have to be produced in order to help overcome though for now things needed to progress. Bulk shifted with the usual ripple, descending into the lower caverns of the cave, pushing Amante roughly. ”Get.” He growled, dentals threatening to strke at her again. He wasn’t in a mood for delay and t’would be stupid of her to protest at that point. He had a feeling extreme discomfort would come for her and he was rather amused at the thought, knowing he’d get his own immense satisfaction from it.
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Post by Passion on Jul 5, 2006 22:50:17 GMT -5
(sry this is short but its cuz it can lead you in two ways whateva u want)
Amante squealed as she was shoved forward where were they going why still they wouldent tell her. maybe amante was part of some task.. no they were not smart enough and why? maybe they were just using her like a toy for their bordome because darks cannot think of anythign better to do with themselves
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Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 6, 2006 0:07:19 GMT -5
Obsidian canvas glimmered faintly in the pale moonlight with perspiration, making his way back through the crevice like entrance. Optics cut through the darkness, gaze meeting Sorrow with a rather pleased look. She had stood her ground sufficiently, managing to remain though little was to be done in their absence. He’d had his own bit of fun causing pain towards the heaven kisser and now t’was time to let Sorrow release her own amusement. Flint attempted to strike out at Amante, demanding she move at a faster pace, guiding her towards the banshee. Little time did he have to get to know her ‘pon providing her with such a position as queen though he knew she wouldn’t be one to falter.
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Post by Poetic Sorrow on Jul 6, 2006 0:08:34 GMT -5
Sh' looked up as th' pair came back. Blood stained 'er daggers. Orbs glittered with amusement. Sh' had been bored during their departure. So sh' paied a visit to someone. That someone had been Magic. He had put up a good fight but in the end sh' won by tormenting 'is mind. He still had no idea of Amantes whereabouts. Infact sh' hardy mentioned anything about Amante being with them. Only said that Amante was probably having the time of 'er life. That had definitly confused 'im. She had seen it on 'is features when she said that. Gaze focoused on Amante, noting 'er runhappiness. I see princess here returns sh' spoke aloud. Oh what a joy this would be. Sh' snorted and flicked her dial to the blood Guess who sh' mused. Now this was only a way to make things harder for Amante. Sh' wasnt up fro mind games now, after Flash, Dagger and Magic sh' was finished. For today. Twin towers flicked slightly. 'er gaze turned to Fury for a heartbeat but soon returned to their prisoner. Sh' hadnt bothered to wash the drying blood, if Amante could see the blood it might make 'er a believer that Sorrow wasnt lying when sh' said sh' would do something. Sh' was making it her personal mission to make Amantes life a living hell. And sh' would succeed. Amante had such a long time to stay with them that Sorrow would just be overjoyed to torment 'er whenever sh' got bored. As a reminder where Amante stood on the social scale right now. Lower then before.
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Post by Passion on Jul 6, 2006 0:13:30 GMT -5
planning not to utter a word she saw sorrow angerly looking at her then hearing her words.. no she couldent have... seeing the crimsion liquid stained onto her daggers just as she said.. maybe it wasnt magics blood but it seemed why would se do that leave him alone, he has done nothing hurt me more for i care just leave magic alone she begged hoping he was still alive watching the two the worst combination of a couple ever with their evl
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Post by Poetic Sorrow on Jul 6, 2006 0:23:37 GMT -5
Sh' rolled 'er orbs But that just takes the fun out of it, at least now you know I wasn't kidding around sh' said, why leave 'im alone. If it tormented Amante all the better. But you must think I would honestly listen to you. If so, you have alot of thinking to do sh' added. Sh' didnt listen to 'er father, let alone some light. Not completely worthless, until the heir was born, then Sorrow would definitely have fun. Sh' walked a few circles around 'er as if looking 'er over. Have the time of your life? sh' said though it was a rhetorical question and didnt require an answer. Sh' could care less what Amante thought. Sh' would do as sh' pleased and if sh' desired to harm 'im sh' would do so without hesitation so Amante better get used to it because Sorrow wasn't changing for anyone. Was sh' a threat? Yes. Maybe not in some souls eyes. Considering 'er breed, she wasn't as tall as she could be but she wasn't small either. Poetic Sorrow stood at 15.2 hands high, one of the smaller Arabians. But you couldn't judge 'er by 'er height, sh' had more to 'er then meets the eye. Sh' wasn't one to take crap from anyone, no matter who you where. Annoy 'er and you asking for it. Though 'he usually had smart remarks it didn't mean 'he couldn't be happy at some points. All darks, whether they admit it or not had some light in them.
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Post by Passion on Jul 6, 2006 0:28:22 GMT -5
covered in sweat and exasted still you could now start to see (yea i am forwarding time) that a foal was being created and there was nothing she could do. hearing sorrows comments she ignored her knowing now that darks played many mind games ears pinned against her dial as she looked around for soon she knew she would be worthless no longer needed and her life would probably end she wished that she could someday see magic one day free atleast one last time
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Post by -->Renegade. on Jul 6, 2006 10:25:21 GMT -5
A harks swiveled, catching the lyrics of Sorrow, a malicious grin spreading ‘cross his kissers. T’was no way to deny that torturing Amante wasn’t going to be great and already the two had gotten a taste of it; each in their own way. Bulk shifted, bringing himself further out of the caverns and into the clearing, nasals seared to pick up any scent of intruder. His own stench wafted into the air, causing displeasure to though who loathed the scent of rotting flesh. He watched the minx with entertainment, knowing she thought over Sorrow’s words. ”Horrifying isn’t it?” A droning laugh was cut through the nigh air, shifting away from her. T’was nothing for him to do ‘till the brat was born; or at least nothing of necessity.
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Post by Passion on Jul 6, 2006 10:31:56 GMT -5
Amante now kept silent she new them no matter what this was going to be hell so why waste her breath. she still had no idea why HER instead of any other light...was she just the eaisiest one. her head was low in defeat for she knew that the foal was comming soon and death of thousands would happen and she would be one of the first to go
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