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Post by wolfie on Dec 28, 2006 16:14:36 GMT -5
'Er appendages picked up and sh' trotted out, sh' could smell th' liquid. Sh' trod quickly to it, glanced around, then bent 'er brainpan down to drink th' azure liquid. Th' wind blew and 'er whipcord fluttered like a flag in th' breeze. Sh' let th' cold air touch 'er, it did not chill 'er, cooling down 'er sweaty bod. But sweat didn't seep through 'er glossy canvas. 'Er heart did not twinkle like those of a happy wretch. Sh' lifted 'er crania to console th' liquid to 'er hot barrel. Sh' looked around slowly, it was a peaceful stream, all though maybe it was peaceful merely for there was no one present but 'erself? Sh' looked around loathing th' silence. Sh' wondered which part of th' world sh' was in. And what time stream it was, there were so many inquiries sh' could ask. But sh' put them away for th' few moments. Sh' lingered and loitered by th' stream. Moonlight aproaching, 'er ebon canvas hid 'er mongst th' twilight. Th' only fact that stuck 'er out was sh' was in heat. And th' sweet smell of it was tempting. Sh' was also seen by th' moonlight hitting among th' stream, bouncing up it hit 'er ebon bod and sh' gleamed. Such a foreign equine to th' lands. Sh' was mysterious, but sh' was having feelings like sh' had been 'ere before. Like sh' knew th' lands and now sh' only had forgotten! Deja Vu is what this is called. But sh' was a wench that believed you live your intire life once. Then as you relive it, you only rember parts of it. So Deja vu did not really exsist for 'er in 'er own mind. But that what sh' believed... |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 28, 2006 18:06:06 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] Here he came. The stud, the master, the King. High stepping and prancing atop hell's roof. Kaine. Here he came. Mane in the breeze, crania to the heavens. Chains glittering and clinking.
Visionaries 'pon the wench. Ah yes. A new harlot for Kaine? Hopefully. Plush and enamels clipped her rump in claimance. High steps pacing around the femme. [/size][/center]
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Post by wolfie on Dec 30, 2006 17:37:00 GMT -5
Sh' studied 'er opposed, then noted th' fact of claimence. But sh' tested 'im, after th' stag 'ad let 'is enamels rub 'pon 'er rump. Sh' faced 'im, wordlessly sh' turned about as 'e circled 'er. Sh' let 'er thoughts soak in.. Th' stag was still mysterious to 'er, like a book sh' had seen but never opened. What was sh' to 'im? Probably nothing, stags, so sure of themselves and ready for battle. One thing sh' and 'im probab;y had in common. Both rady and so sure to attack, hunters, not th' hunted. Sh' would be a hunter to th' hunted, but what would that make 'im? Simply a opposed hunter. 'Er flints moving fastly about to spin 'er pace to face 'im every time 'e would step around 'er. Sh' quickly hopped out of this, spinning mess. Sh' was now circling 'im, as 'er visionaries locked on 'im sh' took 'er steps carefully as sh' graced 'im with 'er prescence.
'Ello poppet.
'Er tenors rasped with out stopping 'er embarks of circles. But 'er grace and elegance kept 'er from ridiculating 'erself toward th' stag. Sh' haulted, 'er muscular yet essa like 'pendages stopped tugging 'er forward. Haulting 'er embarks, as sh' readied 'is reply. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Jan 4, 2007 16:45:57 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] [Hello, m'duchess. I am Kaine, King of Paludi Scure. What is a temptress such as thine self doing 'pon such a lonely abyss?]
He chuckled, jeweled flints upon hell's roof top. He smirked, enamels glittering as he nipped at her mane.
[Will thine join me, m'dearest?] [/size][/center]
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Post by wolfie on Jan 4, 2007 16:57:45 GMT -5
Whats to |R U S H|, let's have a little.. |P L A Y| |T I M E|...
'Er visions watched with a great tentiveness, as 'er mocking tenors were zipped tight as sh' heard 'im rasp 'is residings. Sh' listened to th' calling of a place such of, great equalness? Sh' had an inquire on 'er mind, but sh' did not speak of it yet. Sh' would join 'im, no doubt. It's just sh' was a bit stunned by th' fact 'e came on to 'er by th' means of not even knowing 'er own calling. 'Er calling, everyone at birth is singed by a calling that haunts them forever. Although some, much like 'erself, are born of a darkness, not a wench, but a darkness that consumes th' lands...
I do recall, Kaine, your going about me all wrong..
'Er tenors rasped with elegance, sh' began to walk back an' forth slowly, but before sh' had done so. This Kaine, 'e had let 'is enamels pleasure themselves by ingraving themselves into 'er nape. Sh' felt no pain by this, but sh' returned it, a bit harder. 'Er moonwash'd enamels sunk cleanly into 'is nape. Sh' realesed, a bit slowly, then smirked at 'im.[/center][/size][/color] |
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Post by »J.ak« on Jan 5, 2007 8:21:56 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] He smirked, plush grazing her back, trying to entice the other to him. She was, no doubt, a spectacular femme, one he desired for his lands. Enamels clicked at 'er whipcord, watching her pace with purely elegance.
[Oh really? Is that so, m'dear?]
He smirked, chuckle of dark creulty emitting 'pon vocals. Ran drizzled the hazed azul, sprinkling the terrace with light liquid.
[Might I know ye calling, m'diamond?] [/size][/center]
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Post by wolfie on Jan 5, 2007 21:27:24 GMT -5
L U L L A B Y ...
I shall sing you a song of th' past...
Indeed this stag humbled 'er, 'e was a jem. Where sh' was from claimence was quick, that of which this stag had approached.. But sh' enjoyed 'is prescence just as many had with 'er, it was, superb thing infact.... Sh' might just fancy 'is soul.. Sh' listened to 'im better than sh' did to anyother, but sh' wanted to fess with 'im a bit, play around and act of pure darks do. Sh' lifted 'er maw slowly, then nuzzled in 'is forelock, 'er ebony bodice gleamed in th' sunset. Sunset, 'er weakest time other than mid-day. Night was when 'er corpsey soul really was truley controlled and reigned over every piece of land.
Ocean Lullaby, may I grace you by anything else?
'Er tenors rasped in 'er foreign accent. Sh' wasn't used to th' simple talk of these lands, so much more differing then 'er home... [/color][/size] |
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Post by »J.ak« on Jan 5, 2007 23:11:32 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] She nuzzled him and he eyed her with blood red visions. Aye, she was one to facy. Embodiment moving closer to her so that there was barely any space between them. Scent of the other was inhaled, visions meeting hers.
[Aye, if you wish to call me anything else.] [/size][/center]
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Post by wolfie on Jan 8, 2007 11:47:19 GMT -5
L U L L A B Y
Unravel th' truth m'love...
'Er visions were forever thankful for th' sites they 'ad seen, Lullaby was more of 'er, signature nickname.. Th' calling sh'd copywrite for all th' pregnant bxtchs out there that wished to steal 'er calling.. No? Lullaby could not help 'er accent, that was also very signature. Sh' was from distance of beyond and now sh' was among speakers of poor, accent. Yes?
Yes love. But is there another calling you prefer... Like I do, I prefer Lullaby as my name... Ocean Lullaby, by birth of th' rotations..
'Er tenors rasped in simple reply, making small talk.. Which sh' dread, sh' dreaded small talk.
But in th' end.. Is it all true?.. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Jan 11, 2007 15:49:16 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] Smirk playing his lips, he eyed at her.
[Oh really? I've, myself, always prefferred Kaine. Strong, bold, dark.]
Lullaby? Seductive, it allured one into a vulnerable doze, a lullaby did, and in one's doze, who knows what they met in their dreams? Truly a fitting name for the gorgeous vix. He turned to her once more. [/size][/center]
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Post by wolfie on Jan 11, 2007 16:27:48 GMT -5
L U L L A B Y
Tell me. Watcha thinkin bout when ya got me waitin patiently? Usually I don't have to wait for nobody. Boy, I've got my eyes on you, so tell me whatcha wanna do. I can picture you in my room, untill the morning. Hopin' that you feel the same
Tell Me If you want it.
I know your gunna like it. ((I like it)) I know. So tell me how you want it ((I want it)) Tell me. And you don't have to fight it... So tell me how you want it....
Sh' watched 'im eye 'er like a child to candy behind a counter. Sweaty palms running over the glass as th' glass fogged, slollbering over themself. Sh' smirked as 'er thinkbox ticked with a thought. Sh' was focused watching Kaine finally was becoming into 'is own. ((Don't Stop)) 'E finally was showing'im 'is arrogant side ((Don't Stop)) sh' liked arrogance. Even though it defied a wenches feelings for a stag, sh' liked self-confidence in one even if one wasn't one to see or look. Kaine, sh' felt 'e was alurring and making 'er sweat, but sh' did not sweat sh' felt th' intesity to. ((Don't.Stop)) Sh' could wait and hold 'erself back, stags were much more complicated. ((Tell Me. Whatcha thinkin' about when your hands is all on me? Cuz' I've been thinkin' about all the possibilities. And theres no other place I'd rather be. Cuz you sweatin me off me feet. Boy I got my eyes on you, so tell me whatcha wanna do. I can picture in my room, untill th' morning. Tell me if u want it.... I know your gunna like it ((I like it)) I know, so tell me how you want it ((I want it)) Tell Me....))
Strong? Bold? Dark? Really I'd have to disagree. I'd say your, mysterious bold and strong... But maybe it's me m'dear..
'Er tenors rasped in a perfection like tone, but sh' was smothering 'er emotion of anticipation. Sh' felt 'er emotions almost controlling 'er sh' felt 'er heart beat calling to 'er, but sh' stopped... Sh' just took a deap breath and calmed 'erself, sh' was patient.. Sometimes... But sh' couldn't help feeling pleased..
I can picture in my room, untill the morning...
Tell me if you want it...
((I want it...))
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