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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 12, 2006 20:00:27 GMT -5
The softened thrum of flintfalls in the near distance could be recieved, as slender, corded lengths resided unto a three-beated pace, hefting a colorless mass amidst the scape, soft iven hide glinting slightly in the vigorous rays which fell plentifully strewn about this wondrous land. The hellion's heart beat fruitifully with the thrum of his earthbound scythes, creating a wonderous tune in his upraised harks, when mixed genuinely with the pleasent twittering of songbirds in the trescent timbers.
Luminescent, moonwashed tendrils belayed in tempting sheets in his wake, lashing about with the will of the wind, thaugh staying obediently rooted to thier arched boa of a matching shade. Tender, yet serious, shadow-washed gaze cast casually about his new terrace, a small smile dazzled accordingly upon a chiseled facade, protraying the handsome visage which he had been known for in his ubringing.
The smile widened unto a stunning grin as the dark, thaugh nurturing twin voids laid upon his young Queen. My, how beutiful she was, standing adjascent the crescent timbers in the distance. A thrash of heat ran through his rich viens as the thaught came to him that this goergous minx was his and his alone.
With that thaught, there came more of opportune lustfullness, that he wouldst perhaps try to make a difference, and be as he claimed, a light in the darkness. Had he this femme fair ruling by his side, he could bring justice and peace to not only luces, but the entire race. At these encouraging thaughts, battered pleasently with the amazing view cast ahead, the lovely maiden to which he belonged, milkwashed appendages four ceased thier motion, straightening elegantly and halting the czar fully but yards off from his Lady Fair.
The summit mounted an arched banner dipped low to her in both greeting and respect. Righten and forthen appendage lengthened before him whilst it's counterpart bent from the knee below him. Thus he stayed, and would stay until the Queen should give him leave to rise, a humble sign of acceptance.
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 13, 2006 9:46:51 GMT -5
Chocolate voids danced their jig upon the loam as they scoured the sod for those of equine heritage. Pools softened as a brute came into veiw, her lord. Auds pricked to the thundering of her regal flints amist the laom. Nares searched for his scent amongst the wafts of air that gently cooled her rouge roaned pelt that had become fire with the sight and presence of her lord. Delicate pillars picked their way to him as she watched his visage dip to the sod. In return she nickered to him her bodice shortening the gap between them as she moved ever closer.
Voids washed over the silver pelt of her lord as she released a hymn to him, more a chime. [/size] |
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 13, 2006 14:58:50 GMT -5
Twin melarchies danced in unison at the soft cleric emitten to him from Her Grace, as a silven pointe was raised aback to it's former and rightious heigth.
A soft tempest was sent forth to her in return, following his genuine, brass vocals which rang through one's receptors justly, as a song on the winds, So the day is come, My Lady, that I should meet one so fair, and call her my own. Humbled am I to cross the path of one so regal, let alone to rule aside her grace he left the contritioned words to float on the aire desirably as his soft iven tendrils played about his tender featuresques as he stood against the wind's will. The soothing smile which curled about his features remained as he awaited patiently for a reply.
Serene, stygain gaze scanned her beutiful frame modestly for the time being, harks prickened pleasently as the thaught of how her beutious voice may sound belayed upon his mind.
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 14, 2006 7:18:11 GMT -5
Regal harks piecred themselves to absorb every one of his tones. Pools gazed over her lord eagerly as she watched the wind jest upon his bodice. 'I am pleased that you have been chosen to stand in my presence. I have longed for someone to accompany me in these lands and I am pleased it's you. The czaress spoke in hymns so sweet twas almost unbearable to those not tamed to listen. The wind swirled about her taking in it's grasp any stray fallen leaves and thorwing them about the celestial gently as she craned her nape and pulled in her delicate visage so that she may appear even more to this stag. [/size] |
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 14, 2006 15:34:01 GMT -5
Calowen gaze swept upon his fair Queen and gentle warmth cast it'self through the brute as the fruit of the deadened timbers whirled themselves about her delicate frame. He sensed her crane her boa slightly and highten her appearence, aye did he sense this amung every other of her notions and breaths, was he this intent upon the fair temptress.
A sudden tenderness washed over him as a fronten, corded length lifted from the topography to bring his colorless frame closer into her spacous realm. Calederal, brass notes sounded once again, playing role to the tenderness wavering in his blood at the time, My fair lady, we shall rule in this bountiful terrace together, to bring justice amung the lands with his moral words to the young contess so near him, breath sweetened with the terrace jades was omitten, which lingered upon a waft of the passing winds before dissipating amung other carbons.
Softened, shadow-washed velvets brushed ever so lightly upon a soft, roan cheekplate as conclusion to his listic speech.
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 14, 2006 15:35:16 GMT -5
*sorry, among.
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 16, 2006 16:41:40 GMT -5
Plentiful hymns escaped her delicat maw as the czaress looked upon her land. She wanted it dearly to be complete, but a lingering feeling kept her on alert. A twinge in the abyss of her stomach gave her the feeling of uneasiness. Something had caught her eye. Something was wrong. Optics took in her lord. Something seemed off balance and in her mind she scoured her thoughts for reasons as to why there would be trouble. Ivory in her eye shown bright against chocolate voids as the femme searched yearning to find the reason of her distraught.
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 16, 2006 18:20:23 GMT -5
Corded flintbearers backed the calibur two uneasy steps as cavernesques flaren anxiously as some fetid stench was recieved. Stygain gaze lined with the worried signs of iven outer-retina as it surveyed his lands with daunting horror. There it was, the very beast of thier demise, King Flint himself, who trod devilishly unto his and Mobolo's lands, and rested himself impatiently across the loams. A fierce shudder ran through the silven form which seemed ever so to have lost a touch of it's luster in his fear.
A distant rumble reverbrated in his twin harks, which flickered involuntarily allong with the d.amned beast's presence. He was here, to take either himself or Mobolo from existance. Either way, he would not be living, if it were himself, he would not live physically. If it were his beloved who perished, he would cease to live in soul.
His brass notes rasped and muffled as he managed but few words to his beloved in a sighing wisper, he's here a pause as his frightened stare ran back upon Mobolo, he's come. He swallowed hard in attempt to regain himself. His stygain gaze no longer shone with fear and anguish, but with loyalty and hardness. Mobolo had given him strength.
Tempests blated once again, in thier usual tones, thaugh with an added sharpness, let him come! he said in courage alone, as a silven hide regained it's luster, an iven boa arched boldly, and he stared upon his lady once again, I will go out and meet him. I do not fear death, for I shall die rightously in mine own lands. I shan't have you come out to meet your demise. Please, damoiselle, I bay you to remain here whilst the protrayed beast does his bidding.
He touched his velvetines lightly to hers before setting off to meet his demise.
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 18, 2006 12:23:24 GMT -5
ugh, no luster. ah well. tired.
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