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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 15, 2006 23:11:17 GMT -5
harks pricked high atop his zenith as he marched upon the luce land. yes, he had lied to Sheena about the first dying to be Myribae, how much could he trust her? they just had formed a relationship and then it was torn to bits. cerebrum was tossed high as he narrowed his occuli upon the sun shining land. he couldn't bear it. twin accoustics melted to their graves, tassel slightly rippled behind him in the zephyr.
I have come f.ckers, show yourselves, and face the wrath of Flint, King Of Therestrials. I come bearing a secret untold, unfortunatly one of your blood carries highly infectious blood cells. Step out so I may slayeth the beholder of this tragedy.
his vocals echoed down the mountanious valley, slithering down the walls like a rattle snake. pendalum stamped the lithosphere impatiently, I suggest you do not take your time, the clock ticks. he hissed, his verbs catching with the wind and rolling down the never ending hills. he could feel the sickness in their realm, he knew it belonged to one of them, he just didn't know which yet. he was not sure. he was never sure.
hind pillar rested angrily, that was fine with him, he could wait. he would be d**ned if they thought he'd go to them, they'd come to him of course. after all, he could kill everyone in Dreamscape if he wanted to, but an agreement had been formed with the Devil and Flint had disturbingly enough agreed that if only they had the diesease they would be killed, not to end their suffering, but to be a sacrifice for the Devil so he could perhaps rise again and join Flint in the middle world. Apollo would not have this, so he did everything in his power to lessen the Devil's strengths. soon enough, a petition of rights was agreed upon. Flint, angry as hell had to obey his lord. of course, the Devil was worshipped by the Score's and he soon broke away, ignoring this policy.
who knew, was he killing for a sacrifice as the deal was made, or was he killing for the hell of it?
only the ebon bastard himself knew, and he knew alot.
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 18, 2006 12:56:25 GMT -5
Crescentfalls calibrated in steadied bleats as tensed flintbearers chasked the calibur nearer the horrid fate which he so knew would bestow either himself or his beloved. Arc curved and silven hind tendrils raised accordingly to his rank, which he would display unto the realm until his last breath. Expressions disclosed a hard, straightforward glare as he bested the concealment of his fear of losing Mobolo. Shadow-washed velvetines were pursed into naught but a forward line of unreadable emotion. Cavernesques of the same hue flaren with the effort of hauling his mass at these incredulous paces.
Many horrid thaughts whirred about a silven and well-concealed summit as his steady, burnished stare lay naught but ahead, toward the impatient, ebonite b.astard who awaited his bloodthirstiness to be quenched at last. 'What if he were to take Mobolo, and not I?' The thaught came with a clench of anguish at his innards, death for himself would be barable, but death to his love would be torturous. All he could do was hold out a strong hope that it was to be him taken.
He was now but yards away from the beast who bore such arrogance, such greed in his glare. Corded lengths straightened, halting the forbearing hellion in one stealthful notion. Cavernesques laxed, then flared once again, omitting an informal note to the beast who lay ahead, as a sure gesture that he was indeed there. He felt each tendon in his masculine forme tighten, expressions kept thier calm stare, concealing his quickened pulse. Appendages widened thier distance from each other, hightening his balance as he awaited the Thestrial King's response.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 18, 2006 19:56:46 GMT -5
His breath rattled when he spoke, Good little lamb, doing as your told. hind fulcrum shot out at a pesty bloodsucker, Where is your sl.t? he inquired, empire tossing t'wards the atmos, dreads plastering 'cross his facade, tension was in the air between the two opposing alliances. Flint could almost taste the crimson that would soon spill... but from which one? purposely he strode t'wards the Luce King, colossal silouhette carefully choosing it's way. serpentine tucked deep into his chest, showing off his aggresive nature and arrogant demaneour (sp?).
velvets smacked together, I asked a question and you are implied to answer it. he roared, twin pinnacles clamped down upon his pallet. perhaps Tashek thought his Queen had this diesease and he was hiding her? or perhaps his Queen knew she was dead-meat and she had fled...
torso carried him on, extremities balancing his massive physique. jagged dentals protruded from his lippers, scythes ground the soil up beneath the male, his plush was almost touching Tashek's when a gust of crimson reeking odor came off his cloak. flints stamped the terra firma, paperthins expanded, sniffing the vagabound before him, then his onyx tinted carcass slide beside the luce's, touching his flesh, trying to make him scared.
baron's breath rattled as he passed the ivorn painted steed's shoulderblade, enmity was given in his next lyrics, Tell me Tashek, you know you want to. |
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 19, 2006 15:15:52 GMT -5
A hard swallow was reluctantly managed as his silven hide began to darken with thatched stains of sweat. Hard set expressions thaugh remained, concealing the terror which lay beyond. Twin melarchies meandered at the rasped tones of the d.amned vagabond before him, and did not answer. When the b.astard's voice was recepted a second time, silent he still remained. A third time, the harsh words came about him, then, the Thestrial King uttered his name. Seemingly so distant, and now, so close. As fronten hunches met, iven lids closed painfully down upon shadow-washed visual receptors. This could not be, it just could not. To wait in silent agony whilst the bloodthirsty calibur chose which of them he would slaughter. He would not allow this fate to bestow Mobolo, it had to be him to go.
Courage welled over his other senses, most of all the fear he felt for this surely terrifying creature, as he found words, carefully chosen notes to the opposing alliance, She is of no concequence now. It is me you want, Flint. Kindly do your bidding now and begone. Cavernesques flaren to intake a quavering breadth of the stale carbons between the two barons. He awated, grusome second by gruesome second, painfully aware that the demon's answer would not be rash.
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 19, 2006 15:17:05 GMT -5
ugh, no muse.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 19, 2006 21:26:27 GMT -5
labrums peeled back at his arrogant answer, Luce King, I have been kind enough, to be brutally honest with you, my patience is running thin. appendages marched him past Tashek, All of us go through heartaches Tashek, but this one must be the hardest off all, giving up the thing you label as your Queen, pitiful. saliva rushed to his parting kissers as he dreamt of the blood that would pulse through his veins, Show yourself you whxre! he growled, keeping a close sphere upon Tashek.
Luce better not go balistic like the last one. he thought miserably, of course, he could always kill two luces, that way, they would be murdered together, still happy... Flint cringed inwardly, happy... no, he did not want anyone in Dreamscape happy at all. joy was not his thing.
ribbon rolled o'er his jagged insicors and his tongue slightly was agitated but he ignored it. paperthins expanded twice their normal sizing as he turned his nape, he could smell it. it reeked of death, flints hit the soft flooring as he began his search for the missing Queen. her death would be painless if she'd just have the guts to show herself and die for her mistakes, to die for what she beleived in. but Apollo was a fake, he wasn't helping Mobolo, he was going to let her die, die for luces everywhere.
he rolled his opticals, his mass defiantly stood near a steep incline in the valley, he would wait, he could wait, he will wait...
after all, the devil was patient.. wasn't he?
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 19, 2006 21:27:36 GMT -5
-snaps- you think you have no muse? haha
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Post by fallenangel on Jun 19, 2006 23:13:51 GMT -5
Voids had watched the bout for moments. She knew her fate. She couldn't stand it but she knew her fate. Rising to the zenith of the peak she stood upon her tresses beckoned their way forward, pulling themselves toward the colliding brutes. Cold voids looked over the apidimy of death itself. He did not scare her though. She knew now that it was her blood to be spilt, her life to be taken.
'Cease your incessant whining.' She spat at the ebon brute. She was here wasn't she. Why she of all equiines alike was picked was unknown but of that was the way of it there she would be. Acuminous flints picked their way down the chilling loam. A slight arctic gale blew passed her as the czaress gazed upon the lord of death. 'I see your presence...I do not tremble in fear.' She said in a brisk voice that would sadden the most chipper soul.
Plume thrashed east and west as voids did not escape their target. The wafts caressed her plume pulling it once more in the direction of the death lord. She would not give him the power of her tremble. 'Plentiful yourself in glee as you take me from my only happiness. For I know you care not. Do your worse you dispicable demon for I care not anymore.' Occuli caught the gaze of Tashek, one that she had just come to know as her lord, the one the heirarchy had blessed by her side. 'Forgive me for my actions but you cannot stall as well as I could've. Find yourself another and be happy. I wish you only the best.' She said with aqua diverting down her cheek. She was saddened that she would have to leave him behind after so short a time to find yet another queen. [/size] |
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 20, 2006 15:23:29 GMT -5
A squeal of protest emantid wraught paperthins as his Queen forthed herself to the b.astard. Her words would burn in his soul evermore. He could not bear it. As her pleading gaze locked briefly upon his, aqua welled inside shadowwashed spheres, but he did not allow it to escape to the side of his cheek, for he would show the ruthless calibur his grief for thaught of losing his lady.
Hinded length stamped the sod in yet anouther gesture of angered protest. Silven whipchords lashed at dampened flanks in seeming annoyance. He could not simply await which of them would perish. Ivens ground aghast thier counterparts in meagre frustration as Mobolos hard words replayed over and over in a confused summit. Periless expressions grew dark as boa was contorted to face the ebon brute. Leave her be, Flint!{/b], harsh lyri emanted, in a desperate attempt to frighten the thestrial before him, take me and begone from these lands which you so darken with your appearence here! lathe tones omitten were demanding and wry. Perhaps if he spoke in harsh tones, instead of pleading ones, the ebon b.astard would see to his demands.
His innards cringed at yet another sight of this ghastly beast as hard set expressions glared upon him. Inwardly bracing himself for the reply that promised a death, of either him or his beloved...
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 20, 2006 15:24:45 GMT -5
html's messed in his speech, sorry.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 20, 2006 16:50:15 GMT -5
thats ok
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 20, 2006 16:54:48 GMT -5
the charcoal virile's serpentine coiled inwards at the ivorn vagabound, enamels bared, venom seeping through his teeth like his pulse. Dare ye tempt me into slaughtering ye both? he snapped, harks laid flat atop his empire defiantly. Now that both were here, he knew which had to go, Come Mobolo, your fate rests with I. he hissed, liquidy visions sought out Tashek and peered at him sternly, Follow us, consider your carcass mine to feast upon.
appendages propelled his muscular mass t'wards the maiden whom was filled with infection, of which she did not know it. Tashek, Flint knew, would be desprete for another Queen, he'd get o'er this one. Tashek's childish demeanour almost made the Therestrial bruthen stiffen in agony... yet again he would have to deal with the b.astard to come. the diesease was far from leaving Dreamscape.
whipcord snapped down upon his shanks, the massive male wandered behind Mobolo at a fast pace, ivorns snapping hungrily at her flank, but the battle would begin in the battle feilds... were true heroes succeeded and were fate was death.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 20, 2006 23:54:54 GMT -5
-retches at post- Ick. no muse, my apologies.
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 22, 2006 8:42:33 GMT -5
-handonflinteh'sshoulder- ish okay, ish okay.
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 22, 2006 8:54:18 GMT -5
Defiant expressions soddened, as he knew it was a futile hope to fight back, thus wouldst only bring to dreamscape more death. A lached breadth of carbon escaped salmon cavernesques in a wry gesture of defeat. Shadow-washed paperthins sealed themselves that he may control his both rage and agony from overtaking both thaught and lyric.
Silven chords lashed frevently about chasked shanks in an obedient{sp?} notion to the slippery b.astard who was ever so unfortuately the epitimy of death it'self. Malisked extentions motioned stiffly after both the Thestrial King and his beloved, twin melarchies slacked aback to thier sodden-expressioned summit.
He attempted to process the brute's words, to die with Mobolo would content him in the deepest, if she was to die, he would most willingly venture to the mercy of the fronten b.astard's own twisted will. A small smile caressed wavering velvetines at the thaught that he was off to die nobly with his lady.
Chalamon gaze was cast at the terrace beyond, a great sigh vented from flaren salmons, ah well. this I give up for luces all, and most importantly, my lady. At this thaught, shadowtuned lanterns cast themselves upon his regal lass. A solemn liquid veered down the side of his faceplate, then vanished.
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