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Post by Amontillado//Narcissa on Jul 23, 2006 5:30:42 GMT -5
Encompassed within a rugged hull, evil lies slumbering as a corset rises and falls with shallow breaths, as women and children scream and burn, and a breeze caresses dead locks. Thorns flick as a deep rumble bubbles within the caverns of a large vessel, exhumed slowly as saliva drips from corona stained, sharpened dentals. Lips were recoiled, more wolven than equine as large wings raise toward the heavens before folding down and wrapping about a charred back. The earth trembled as a step was taken forward, cracked hooves marring the surface of he vibrant emeralds as webs of blood mixed drool falls unto the location very near to the seared stones. Chains fell before bloodshot, bloodstained, amber pools; pools that have witnessed millions of years of torture and torment and reflect just that. Thins flared as a snort was forced from stale pipes, a plume of smoke all that came of that motion, and a thin cloud of ash that the sudden gust of air lifted from my maw. .The center of the ooids is stopped with a thick, black barrier, almost reptile as lids sank over the orbs. A screech of impossible measure was blurted out into the deafening silence, winged creatures for heavenly than I fluttering as they dove quickly from an adjacent column. Arrogance concocted with a haughty evil seeped like crimson from my aura, thick and congealed as I moved forward into the dry, sparse lands, scanning for prey, for any other thestrals to be removed, for anything that could be destroyed in good measure. Nothing. “Lame saints, draconian devils, dim witted beings and cowardly pusses!” Words were formed, burning like acid as the vocals were screeched through the trees in Aramaic. Stride hastened suddenly, wings unfolding as a leap was taken, my charred carcass lifted into the skies, to the heavens where I so obviously did not belong. “Plagues! Pfah! That will be nothing! Just wait, imbeciles, just wait.” Lyrics were murmured to myself before weight shifted, bulk leaning as flight swiftly carried my mass above the sweltering lands, the heat rays cast from the sun causing ripples to move in waves over my black mass, hiding my presence and keeping me undetected.
thoughts: A new territory, so I was told, recently claimed by another of my race. How convenient that one as dark as I, and to think, the same gender! Demise is the only word to be said to him. It is what will come to that pitiful waste of flesh. I am ruled by no one, not even Satan himself. Come on, deary. I'm waiting.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 23, 2006 23:05:14 GMT -5
erm, are you challenging Flint for his position? 0.o
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 23, 2006 23:14:58 GMT -5
oi, ello Arce, it's Tiki by the way 0.o
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Post by Amontillado//Narcissa on Jul 24, 2006 0:47:48 GMT -5
Aye, I am.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 25, 2006 0:10:17 GMT -5
-cackles- You wont make it out alive... -whimpers to self; rocks back and forth- haha
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 25, 2006 0:22:19 GMT -5
a rich chortle left his scarred vox at the approaching male in his terrain. build rose, serpentine inclined heavily as visionnaries surveyed the oynx b.east. tassel smothered his hocks in rich attention, labrums parted as the vagabound stiffled a chuckle at the one who seeked to claim his land, altos cooed like a dam would to a newborn babe. torso haulted on a slight incline in the meadow, watching the unknown, unindentified stranger from a distance, [The luce lands are quite a ways back there.] tones snapped harshly now. gaze befell on his wings slightly and he smirked, a flapper 'eh? Flint's own had been cut off, for they served no purpose to him, they were nothing but a bother.
harks rose at his words slightly, then aggitation filled him, [You wish to battle I?] a rich cackle left his parted labrums, crimson blemished dentals were bared as he moved swiftly closer. chains flew 'tween his haunches in anger. eavesdroppers flew to their chained hells immediatly in approaching the demon. hellbender's attitude was waryness of the stanger upon his lands, what the f.uck? what the bloody hell did this male think he was doing? well, he was signing his death certificate. a sick twisted smirk curled the edges of his kissers, well, at least Amontillado would be the first of the deceased, it wouldnt be long before a Mrs. came to greet him.
his attention was focused upon the imposter before him, shanks allowed him to side-step, still intaking Amontillado's features, aye, a bit brawny, but still young, yes... serpentine coiled into his spacious chassis, paperthins flared at him warningly, motifs huffed suggestivly, [Before the babe gets himself into a brawl unwanted.] shoulders rose and fell as carbon expelled from his nasal caverns. eavesdroppers flickered up silently, then snapped back down. he did not need to hear the virile's pathetic excuse for being here, [Leave.] he commanded, shanks stood out to their full height, towering o'er the opposing force easily. --icky post-- |
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Post by Amontillado//Narcissa on Jul 26, 2006 1:01:05 GMT -5
As I hovered above the plains, the sudden intrusion of a male’s aura flooded my radar, alerting me of the other who dwelled within this land. The ‘king’. Labrums curled within a snide leer, a hostile snarl bubbling within my pipes as I tilted my path, swaying within suspension as reptile like optics narrowed upon the figure of the opposing bastard. He was amusing, his puffed up form standing there, threatening me, Amontillado. Excuse me, flint, but if you have came from the same Hell as I, you remember me quite well. His tones were slurred, dumbed down to English I see as he called out into the atmosphere, apparently attempting to gain my attention and frighten me. Right. “Mistaken? I hardly think that is the case.” I called back to the male, my vocals spoken in that rancid tongue in so that the lesser could understand. Tones dripped with a haughty arrogance and a thick accent as the membrane between the fingers within my wings remained taut, holding my mass above the male, and completely out of range. “ Aye, I passed them not to long ago, looking for you, Flint. “ A chuckle tumbled from my charred lips as bloodstained dentals were bore, the pointed blades gleaming within the corona rays of the flaming mass that burned high noon above the lost lands. The chit chat was completely unwanted, and unneeded, we both know what we are here for, so why waste time? Mild humor dissipated quickly as the other masculine chose to speak once more. Every emotion but anger melted from my countenance, defined ‘brows’ were rose as my location was lowered another piece, my skull displayed at a heightened status, portraying my meaning within my next statement. “If the babe did not wish to fight, then why is he still standing upon the ground below me? Listen imbecile, I am not here to listen to your rambling, nor am I here to inquire an alliance. I rule below no one, not even Satan himself. I am here to fight, to challenge a ‘king’ for his god forsaken spit of land. It’s that simple.”
Eh, my muse is jumbled. To much Arce and Pirates involved. xD
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 27, 2006 0:45:21 GMT -5
[glow=navy,2,300]You come in here...[/glow] bronco's eavesdroppers flickered to and fro, catching the rancid tongue the virile spoke so ugly. velveteens curled into the most devlish of devlish smirks at the other , young male. [Aye, so young,.] vocals cracked into the foggy mist around them. wrapping slowly flickered in and out of the other's visions, sometimes disappearing, yes, the shadows where his allies, using that to his advantage. enamels bared angrily as the vagabound attempted to start a war between them, cerebrum heightened drastically, a loud snicker was given at the captor. pfft. thinking he could claim this land for his own! twin occuls' rolled in their temporary sockets, [You an incoherent moron, just like your good old father. Remember what happened to him?] the snide remark was tossed to the atmos, to the other vagabound carelessly. he knew Amontillado's father had perished, long ago, for his idiotic beleifes that he should rule and not Satan. Amontillado was the same way, and he would frankly never change. [glow=navy,2,300]...Never going to change...[/glow] of course, one would assume Flint incapable of ruling a loam like this one, for he seemed only seven rotations, but this was far from the case. in fact, Flint was two hunderd and fifty two rotations a few months ago. his true age were only noticed by true threstrals, none other. of course, the sensible brute would remain perceptive, ensuring nothing got out of hand, for another was on his cull list, and he deathly craved bloodshed. abhorrance began for the other male once he stepped a scythe upon his lands. it annoyed the hell out of him that he just waltzed in and demanded a battle. well, Flint wasnt going to give it to him. sure Flint would battle... but when he felt like it. [glow=navy,2,300]... Acting like a King...[/glow] the fancy to decapitate Amontillado was more than great, but Flint had other things to attend to, like a few others in the land facing their demise. harks plastered 'gainst his hand-crafted skull, [If it is a battle you want, it's a battle you get.] he stated simply, [But, under one condition, broodmare.] lyricals snapped harshly, visions peering at the flight creature, loathe growing more and more as each second on the clock ticked by, [The diesease is spreading, juvinile(sp?) and I have a equine loose, attempting to breed with another.] a sick smirk crossed his facade, [Meet me in the battling grounds whelp, and I shall show you the meaning of death.] a curt nod was given before the king began to stampede out of his own hell, banner whipped his nape, pillars outstretched as he galloped feircly to the exit. he could alost hear the crimson... drip drip.... [glow=navy,2,300]...And I'm here to knock you down a peg...[/glow] |
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Post by Amontillado//Narcissa on Jul 27, 2006 7:48:29 GMT -5
-wry smirk- This is what Flint is llike eh? he turns his back and under estimates his opponent. -chuckle- He will not last long. Fortunatly for you,i am attempting to open and new Rpg, and my patience and muse alike for these creatures is non exsistant. When I finish myt rpg and get it going, I will have a post ready for you in the battle grounds, whatever. Be ready, savvy?
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 27, 2006 15:01:24 GMT -5
-nods- indeed, Flint underestimates everyone and everything m'dear, Kal. fortunatly, he has some brains in that thick skull of his, which he uses not often. -cackles- well, I already assumed i'd lose, love. for battling is one of my weaker points, you see, I dont battle often. -shrugs- meh, I'll try meh best though. quite an honor battling one as yourself, Arcelia.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 27, 2006 15:02:05 GMT -5
-nods- indeed, Flint underestimates everyone and everything m'dear, Kal. fortunatly, he has some brains in that thick skull of his, which he uses not often. -cackles- well, I already assumed i'd lose, love. for battling is one of my weaker points, you see, I dont battle often. -shrugs- meh, I'll try meh best though. quite an honor battling one as yourself, Arcelia.
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