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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 28, 2006 15:18:41 GMT -5
I will reply when I get the chance. Sorry, I've been pretty busy and what not.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 28, 2006 19:26:13 GMT -5
watching the pitiful vagabound make a solomn(sp?) gesture Flint snorted, obviously agitated with their emotional bond. Keep me not in waiting. he hissed, chain cracked once more, charcoal painted pelt was laced with sweat, the Luce land was harsh for him to breath steadily in, it would not kill him... because he was already dead.
eavesdroppers pricked, enamels dug into Tashek's haunches then he carefully retracted his serpentine, avoiding the flints that could smash into his facade, Move. he ordered, prancing t'wards the femmora his shanks lifted higher than usual, sweat poured down his nape like a waterfall but still his labrums peeled back to reveal jagged incisors. it was a threat, a command to ensure the b.easts would move. if both wanted to die, it was fine by him. he waited a long time to do this, and now with the heat of Summer it would make it that more enjoyable to watch coyotes feast upon their f.rames.
hand crafted skull was thrown the gates of h.eaven, You follow Apollo's teachings, yet he does not have the nerve to save ye from your demise. Perhaps the ivorn washed b.east is a figment of your brain-washed minds, or perhaps he is not real, like the tooth fairy them humanoids so hope for. he wore a sickening smirk, proving his point. surely, wouldn't Apollo see that the royalty have a good life in heaven? Flint knew they would not, he knew they would go to the Underworld, everyone and everything was miserable, the heat, the sweat, the lack of vegetation.... but who needed food when they were dead?
thoughts rushed to Flint's minds eye, twin accoustics melted down upon his empire, now was as good a time as any, Hurry on, I have things to attend to. he snapped, tassel wavering behind him like a streaming banner as he cantered in front of Mobolo, Don't cry m'lady, h.ell is alot better the second time around. he smirked again, wearing that same ignorant smirk, that same u.gly smirk he wore when death was upon his victims........
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 29, 2006 7:58:04 GMT -5
The precise pain which seemed to flow from the opposing vagabonds ensizors through to every wakened nerve in a sweatsoaked f.rame. With this sharpness, a thatched zenith threw it'self to the heavens, but he stifled the squeal of pain ever so difficultly, as not to give the pain thirsty b.astard who flagged his whisps about so arrogantly.
Ivens clenched themselves from allowing the previous pains to control his lyrics, as would spell more disaster for both him and his queen. New laws apparently state that if we are to die now, we become the king and queen of the disceased..., the thaughts ran unchecked in a sweat soddened summit, and at this point in thaught a shudder lined his now pallid appearing f.orm. At least I shall die with Mobolo, this thaught gave him courage enough to think to endure the slaughtering which ebbed at time for the hungering brute opposite.
Corded extensions which now dripped pirsperation unto the topography of his and his queen's lands, mechanized reluctantly forth, following behind Mobolo and the obsidian b.astard afront thier soon to be late group. Tassels at his shanks lashed in a flicker at his drenched hawks in a motion of quiet obedience to the thestrial king.
Lambrums shut themselves tightly as to not respond to the arrogant words insulting his worshipped being. Charcoal glare was set atop the turfed sod behind Mobolo. Scythes lagged and dragged as he left the lands he had owned, for such a short time. He had hoped for offspring, for a fruitiful life with his queen. At least they would meet thier demise together...
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 29, 2006 10:54:23 GMT -5
meh... not completely museless... -vomits- okay, it's museless. -pouts-
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 29, 2006 15:01:56 GMT -5
-pats on back- It's ok hun... where in the world is Mobolo???
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 29, 2006 15:08:54 GMT -5
shanks propelled his sweat ladened{sp?} carcass out of the luce realmery, what Tashek did not know was that Flint had his own plans as of now. he knew Tashek wanted to be a strong individual and meet his demise alongside his Queen, but Flint had thought this over, Tashek did not have this diesease, so it would be wrongful to murder him as well. no Flint did not feel bad for Tashek, he wanted him to suffer, suffer a great deal, to feel the pain of a newborn, to be a helpless whelp. harks sunk to their graves as fulcrums bunched beneath his framery, elegant moves made him swift and agile.
skull was tossed gingerly as he thought up his new plans for the two, he wanted both to suffer, suffer so help them God they would commit suicide perhaps. smirk was apparent upon his velveteens as they left the lands, barrel swayed with muscle, insicors snapped in hunger. revenge was so very very sweet.
charcoal bodice seemed to be almost like a serpent as it wove in and out of the thick bushes, laid with thorns to stop tresspassers, crimson slightly trickled down his ribcage, but Flint took no notice. alpha of the Therestrial's he was, strong, intelligent beast, envied by all darks.
a new found love has currently had him tangled with emotions, it is the one and only femmora he has had true feelings for in a decade. he would kill for her, no, not be her slave, but if anyone should harm Aurora, Flint would spin them several times around the f.cking world. they wouldn't even reach he.ll, they'd just burn in a firey pit, alone, dark and unkept, forgotten about. this lass had yet to know the King of Therestrials shared an amore for her... a longing for her crimson....
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 29, 2006 21:39:55 GMT -5
I think it seems fit to end on that note until Mobolo posts, then we can go to the fighting thing place, unless joo wants me to post 'gain flinteh
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 30, 2006 13:50:22 GMT -5
Doesnt matter to me.
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jun 30, 2006 20:12:15 GMT -5
yeah, I may get bored sometime before mobolo posts and reply, but if not, don't get too hopeful -winkness-
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Post by fallenangel on Jul 1, 2006 7:19:59 GMT -5
sry guys...i've been grounded...I have no muse whatsoever so my post would only be crap...sry
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Post by |#| T a s h e k |#| on Jul 3, 2006 19:01:54 GMT -5
-whines- mmobbboolloo....
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