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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 22, 2006 21:29:26 GMT -5
a simper graced the femmora's features as she arrived within the new lands. a fresh start alas
she thought with a firm nod of her tiara. Tassles slapped her flank in attempt to murder the pesky bloodsucking insects that fed greedily on her flesh, she wouldn't allow it. That was her job. A thin chuckle emitted parted kissers. A shriek released into the atmos, she needed someone new. She'd tired of her past dwelling and affairs, it had been time to move on. She grinned, this would be fun.
Cry shifted further into the land, sharp dagger crunched over the freshly fallen snow. It lay like a blanket over this unholy wasteland. Such a place of torement, and, in her case, bliss. Her bayen corpse was easily spotted among the white wonderland. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 22, 2006 21:34:13 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] Handsome, obsidian silhoutte was visible in the shadows. Crimson adornments visible, emerald jewels stabbed into his quarters and flints. He trotted downhill, flints obliterating the terrace, carrying him towards the femora.
He smirked, pacing around her. Tassel raised like that of an arabs, crania arched, nape raised.
[What brings a wench such thyself to this unholy land?]
The hellion asked, mischevious visionaries glinting blood red. [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 22, 2006 21:44:51 GMT -5
A coy smile spread over her mug, opts watched the czar, and lobes caught his simple words. Kissers parted allowing playful speech to echoed beautifully "Waiting for you." Stilts pulled her to him, she fell into rhythm at his side, tiara nudged his shoulder friskily. The tunes continued without wavering "And yourself?" |
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Post by |Aslan & Razer| on Dec 22, 2006 21:48:05 GMT -5
Razer watched from a distance, her eyes upon Kaine, hatred was the only thing making her heart beat at the minute. All she wanted to do was hert him, kill him, make him suffer like her father had made her. He wasn't her father, but he resembled him so much that she couldn't stand it. Was Kaine's kids going to turn out like Razer's brothers and sister...and herself? Was he going to have a girl, name it after her and then do what her father did to Razer? She kringed at the thought and just watched, her cold eyes not leaving him. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 22, 2006 21:53:48 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] [Here for you, my dear.]
He said, side rubbing along hers. He smirked flirtatiously, ivorns nipping at her mane, chains clinking violently, excitedly. He pranced about her, smirking, plumage raised high. This mare, out of all he'd seen, 'twas his favorite. He had his favorites. Looks, those who 'pleased' him the most. A truly perverted soul. [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 22, 2006 22:06:40 GMT -5
This bella as well had her favorites, living for so long you got bored with some of them after a while. Flawless physique trod in front of him, banner whipped his chest with a delighted giggle. He seemed to be rather studly, much as those in the past had never been. She circled him a time or two, a blissful gleam in her darkened pools. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 22, 2006 22:11:39 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] He nipped at her whipcord as it flailed at him, prancing after the harlot. He stepped quickly after her, plumage high as he smirked. He hated when a mare just laid down and let him bred them, when they fought, or played around a bit, it gave him all the pleasure he wanted. He nipped at her rump, for flints half rearing and slamming down behind her, almost coltishly. Mutt stepped infront of her, snort emitting as he paced around her once more. [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 22, 2006 22:18:25 GMT -5
At last her playfully manner disappeared, she'd had enough with the child's play. Opts took on an angelic innocence, windpipe released a soft sigh. The fun had only just begun, nostrils flared, she could almost smell his crimson liquid beneath his handsome flesh. It made her even more excited, though it wasn't time just yet, she'd allow him his fun. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 22, 2006 22:23:32 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] He moved slowly, like a viper coiling to strike. They hadn't spoken names, it was all just fun for now. He smirked as she slowed down, steps moving towards her rump. He didn't need acceptance. He reared up, fore limbs across her back. Plumage of obsidian swished aside, barrel lurching forward, preventing any bucking or kicking. [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 22, 2006 22:31:49 GMT -5
To have spoken names would've crossed the boundaries, of all her years of wisdom she'd grown to realize this. Plummage moved aside allowing him this immense privilege, a snort disturbed the atmos as she await, by now she was used to this part, but still, it was always...what was the word? traumatizing? satisfying? the words where opposites...yet her emotions where that of both. Dial turned back once to look at him, their foreplay was a simple pleasure leading to his demise. This was what he was looking for, and soon she'd get her reward. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 22, 2006 22:50:16 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] He gave another lurch, smirking with pleasure as he finally stepped down. Of course, she'd come back to Paludi, perhaps be his lead mare. He tossed his crest, rippling his chained mane. Guard was never down, but he was a tad tired. He smirked, slightly curved ivorns glittering.
[So, to whom do I owe the honor too?] [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 22, 2006 22:57:43 GMT -5
Her earthen hued embodiment was drenched in sweat, kissers parted Wolf Cry came her gentle sopranos. She stepped to his side, tiara rubbed against his shoulder with adoration, so it seemed. Opts watched his facial features closer awaiting the right time. It had been so long, she could feel his blood circulating, a smirk laced her facials. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 22, 2006 23:24:26 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] He watched her, smirking darkly. Forelock of rippled hairs fell over blood red gaze.
[Kaine]
Spoke the dark one, also drenched in sweat. He turned to her as she nudged him. He enjoyed this mare. Dark, playful, elegant. She'd make a perfect lead. [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 22, 2006 23:31:03 GMT -5
Thinkpan over flowed with thoughts, it was to soon, not now, not here, somewhere else. She hadn't exactly done this for nothing, it had been some time since she'd enjoyed the sweet taste of blood. The femme tried to think about it, instead she focused upon the brute. It was true that some vamps could read minds, she wasn't one of them. Kaine she repeated quietly, as if savoring the lyricals. |
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