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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 23, 2006 13:33:16 GMT -5
Limbs carried the unicorn wench, until at last she reached the land she would, a a time anyways, call home. Oh, what a strange word home was, it tied you to a certain place, certain equine. Home? she thought. The siren held her crain high, banner fanned out in the chilled breeze. A simper cross her facials at arriving upon the loam which the stag she so fancied resided. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 23, 2006 14:24:51 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] Enchantress in his blood red visionaries as he trod through the dark glade. Paludi Scure, meaning, Dark Swamp. Gorgeous, copper pellage dancing before him was his so fanicied mistress. Chained horn to the dense heavens, he strode forth on wettened obsidian apendages towards the wench.
[Hello, my diamond.]
He spoke, bubbly, sticky champagne voice echoing through the gloomy abyss. Voice was exotic, gorgeous, but dangerous, like a newly spun spider's web. Gorgeous, yet deadly to any poor, defenseless, unlucky insect who dare come near. The vix before him, Wolf Cry, was not defenseless. This, he could tell. [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 23, 2006 14:37:22 GMT -5
The temptress's frame stood still before him, opts caressed his decorative embodiment. Dearest melodies hissed with false emotion, how many times had she heard such? The wench had determined that, even though he seemed so much like all the others, that he was somehow different. Oh my, was it possible? Was she, well, falling in love? God no, that was ridiculous. She gave a thin smile and stepped to his side. Might I see your lands, M'Love? she inquired slyly. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 23, 2006 14:48:37 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] He chuckled creully, chained mane flipping wih a clink to lay to one side. Jeweled silhoutte guiding the other through the murky, dangerous depths. It was not mud, but clean water itself, save for it held a murky glare, all the more attractive to Kaine.
Embodiment strode onto a higher point of ground, the one large piece of land, the rest were sand bars. One could see almost all of Kaine's abyss if they squinted their vision past the mangeled, gray weeping willows which brushed the murky surface. [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 23, 2006 15:41:11 GMT -5
The virgo shifted gracefully through the seemingly cloudy liquid, wetting her fawn form. There was a fine line between love and hate, so which did she feel? Skullet brushed against the vagabond's withers, she could almost taste the crimson liquid just beneath the surface. Orbitals looked up from the earth to survey his dwelling. It was perfect, it almost seemed like it could be home. Home, there was that word again. She shuddered and nodded, not a single verb sliced the beautiful silence that filled the atmosphere. Wolf Cry parted her kissers, was now a good time? Lanterns glanced up at him, he was so strong, so beuatiful in an odd way. Though she lusted for the sweet taste of crimson, she had to wait. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 23, 2006 15:46:39 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] The abyss had settled him in secret for a long time, yet he'd stayed hidden from the rest of the dumb-founded equids. He didn't love anything right now. The world revolved around himself, yet, he would make room for a lead in due time. The rest of the equines were not worthy. Brinsingr was a suck up to him, calling him m'lord and nudging his bod. Zaire was a forcebred mare and was here only to deliever his foal, if she was, at all, pregnant, and then perhaps chased out. And why was Razer here? Simply for the pleasure of torturing her soul. She'd defied Kaine, and now she was dead scared and running to Jak for help. Jak, what a loathsome, bouncy, unworthy unicorn. It was Kaine who should be Lord, Kaine who should rule them all. Not sensitive Jak. Sensitivity left room for error.
Visionaries turned to his contessa, watching her ivorns part. He rose imaginary brows above those enchanting blood red eyes. Waved mane was tossed to the side once, whipcord kissing his hocks. [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 23, 2006 16:03:28 GMT -5
Once more thought reverted to past lovers who now ment nothing, suddenly she was somewhere else. She was here, only some years before now. It was the same, only different. Only a few equine traversed the realm, they seemed frightened and sad. One of them was looking straight as her, rather through her, because she wasn't really there. She was drawn from her this vision when he tossed his chained mane. This wasn't the first flashback she'd had they bothered her still, though she'd delt with them for....years. Was it even worth Wolf Cry's time to be here? He'd covered his nape, it would be impossible to get at him now. |
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Post by »J.ak« on Dec 23, 2006 16:16:49 GMT -5
K A i N E[/color] He watched the vix sort of space out. Chains clinked as he strode down the hill and into the murky water. Flints struck the dark abyss below him, sploshing elegantly into the darkness. He waited at the edge of a mass of trees, whos' roots were implanted under water, for Cry to follow him.
Wet forelock fell over his opticals. Whipcord floated, raised like an arabian's. He gave a deep sort of nicker for her to follow. [/size][/center]
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Post by //Wolf Cry// on Dec 30, 2006 23:53:04 GMT -5
ooc:: so tired...gah..forgive meh
She watched the hellion as he trailed away, "such a charming male" she whispered, lyricals laced with light sarcasum. Daggers plodded into the mysterious liquid after him. Where were they headed now? Surely he had to have others under his firm rule, a stag such as he wouldn't have land and just one femme to inhabit it. So why were there none visable? Mayhap they might have simply been lost in the thick foliage of this wonderful hell, or maybe they where fearful and therefore were hiding like little foolish children. She gave a soft nicker in reply and followed on. |
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