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Post by lolly on Aug 12, 2006 17:30:42 GMT
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was hot like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was a freak like me?
Crimson stained nymph stalked into the claiming terran. Ice orbs narrowed at the lights, daring them to come closer. Slight, porcelain stockings carried slim bod' toward' the shadows. Bloody pelt gleaming in the dying light. Cavities scanned the surrounding area searching for signs of life maybe, no death. Yes, death, that is what she wanted total darkness. Spikes sat in their graves as usual, not needing to listen as her eyesight was better than her hearing. Paper-thins caught the scent of desperate femmes and lustfull males, how pathetic, snort twas released from crescents at the thought of giving yourself so freely, just like a dog in heat. How utterly pathetic! Fore-limb's diamond struck the sod kicking up sand and dirt. Whipcord smashed against her rump splattering more crimson onto it's already stained fur. We shall wait for the one, she thought, the one that will make me his, the one that will protect me, not the one that will run at the first sign of danger. That first sign was usually her...
Don't cha wish your girlfriend was raw like me? Don't cha wish your girlfriend was fun like me?
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Post by blackness on Aug 13, 2006 1:56:06 GMT
Black Light they called him and for good reason. He gave off no light and hated them. His brother had been weak, curopted by that b.itch whom he was so obsessed with. A snarl escaped his maw rippling up his throat and strumming at his vocals. He eyed her coldly noticing her apart from the others. He stalked forward to stand before her as if awaiting judgment from the she-devil.
Greetings vix. I am Black Light of Bloody Axe River... May I know you're cursing?
His voice dripped with fake respect and scarcasum almost acidic. He hissed glaring at her. He wanted to go home and set his plan into motion but he would start a herd first.... Then he would begin his search for her...
He turned his head back to her and await her poisonus words. She was a demoness in truth and he liked her already. She would be a good leader if she accepted his request to join him at his bloody hell...
((sorry gtg to the movies but wanted to give you somthing to do but it's over 100 words!))
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Post by Sovreign on Aug 13, 2006 17:49:39 GMT
Sovreign watched with hatred as the other stag dared to even try to choose the mare HE wanted. His ears pinned back and his muscles bulging so much that veins were visible underneath his pitch black pelt. “She’s taken for stag and not for the likes of you.” He didn’t even bother to glance in the brute’s direction as he spoke in a hard cold tone as he surveyed the demoness before him.
“Although most believe it is by right the vix decide and I am one of those, so evil vix—decide wisely.” He knew that of the two he was the more hardcore killer and he was not about to give any ideas to the soppy so-called brute near him to enhanced his own rep. So it was up to the wench before him to have enough instinct to pick a decent evil stallion such as himself.
Among his personality, Sovreign’s entire look scared the hell out of most for he was hard to really see if in shadows or dark places for he blended amongst them. His eyes held an eerie deathness in his eyes as though HE was the undead with no soul. He however did have a soul, but no conscience. His hard well toned body along with his long thick mane and tail caused him to look sinful and most mares—light or dark—could not resist temptation in allowing him rights to their body or anything else he wanted to do with them. He hardly ever was denied a thing and if he was there was hell to pay for it.
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Post by blackness on Aug 13, 2006 19:10:24 GMT
With his blood he stood taller then the obsidion brute before him. He was also older adn had more years under his belt. He would kick this punk's a.ss if that was what it came to. The devil was his friend and walked in stride with him. This one was nothing but a wannabe. from his scent he didn't even have a land yet. He sneered and turned back to the vix eyes narrowed.
C.ocky b.astard
The words were muttered under his breath and his eyes were narrowed dangerously to the younger stag. He wouldn't hear the words but she would. He guy was so full of himself his head could have swelled to the size a melon and it would still grow. He chuckled darkly at the thought audits plastered and a wickid sneer on his maw.
He didn't give him the pleasure of hearing a come back. he wouldn't sink to his level. He had grown up here so knew exactly where everything was putting him at yet another advantage. Already in the matter of seconds between when the new stag came and now he had figured out his weakness and how to beat him. But plans had a funny way of tuning out different then you imagianed it.
Hmmmmm..... I don't believe I've seen you around... Where do you live?
His voice was like venom and oozing with scarcasum. He tilted his head eyes dangerously cold and lethal. He had no fear for this stag. He was prancing around already saying he was the best.
No way in hell that was gonna happen. He knew he would never be the dark lord but his plan was to start a herd find the strongest mare there was have her sire her a strong colt then train the colt to be strong and make him challenge for the dark lord's title.
A wickid grin spred upon his maw and his eyed the mare. Saton was still the strongest he had met but she looked close. But Saton had draft blood in her as well... He shook his head stopping the ticking that always clicked when he thought about his plans as if time was running out...
By the way this stallion was disrespecting Black he had a death wish. Well guess what? Death is comming a knocking today... A sinister look crossed Black Light's maw and hi turned back to the mare.
You're an idiot you know? Comming into the claiming lands and saying a mare is claimed before you even ask who she is or if she'll come with you.... Well if you're looking to fight for her you're come to the right place punk
He would fight like he had fought Santago, cracking his skull and watching the blood pour out. His eyes widened as if seeing it already. Many called him mentally unstable but he was just obsessed...
But lets let her choose shall we?
His voice was smooth and calm now eyes sofeening but cold, raw hatred still filled them as he gazed at the stag for another moment before turning back towards the mare.
((Fyi you need a land so you can start a herd...))
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Post by lolly on Aug 14, 2006 7:16:45 GMT
//.. fyi we talked about it and sovreign has a land...i told her she could claim blackmail before she got a land ..\\ Kissers parted and an evil cackle flew toward' the first brute to stand in front of her. Orbs narrowed, was this for real, what an idiot, sarcasm and fake respect rolled into one, she wouldn't go with one who treated her like a light and a child. She scoffed at him silently.
Crania turned to the second brute. And what makes you think I'm spoken for? She asked coldly. Flint struck the ground impatiently. I will choose when you give me something to choose over. If you made me choose right now I would choose that. She stated nodding at a light puff chatting up a skank. It would give me more fun. Turning her dial to the other one, oh great he had more to say.
Coward... She said a little louder than his cocky bastard. If you're going to insult someone do it to their face. She stated, orbs moving from one to the other excitedly. She watched the first one get more angry, this was the most entertainment she'd had in a while. By all means fight for me, if you both feel up to it. She smirked strangely.
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