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Post by msytery on Apr 13, 2006 0:26:27 GMT -5
Coalen hued Torturess rounded hersefl into the composted lands.Naught nothing could be placed as amusement into her mind as her occulus caught annyonuous Visions that had nothing to do with her.
Choked screams were unravled from loose vocals.Zentihs Lurched forwards slightly as only the sounds of her Cruel echcos taunted between them.
as she stood there..her time went slow..tapersty Jerked from the Jeering winds, tassled mattterd the black poolen occulus.boa Edged towards the Atmosphere..as it became to be constructed with it.
Empire jumbled forwards..Boredom arousred once more..Papers thinned from the Scents blowing harshly on the winds.
ooc:no muse
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Apr 13, 2006 20:55:04 GMT -5
*giggles* *prods Msyt* hey dearest... it's Tiki!  |
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Apr 13, 2006 21:01:16 GMT -5
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Apr 14, 2006 1:41:12 GMT -5
charcoal hide weaved through the shadowy depths t'wards the feminine figure. matted dreads plastered 'gainst his visage, flints scraped the terra firma below with ease, Alone are we, hmmm, tsk tsk, I smell a rat, a dirrty dirrty rat indeed. crania inclined to view the vixen better before introducing his purpose with her, his calling was of no importance. tassel cracked at his hocks, spheres narrowed 'pon her coal bodice, 'brow's furrowed... she seemed bored... well, boredom would soon vanish once he arrived, Alone bxtch? he cooed, his sick vocals coming from the timbers behind her framery, tresses were shaken from view with a pesty shake of his dial. incisors grinded at the femme, Speak now. Patience isn't the only thing that runs thin with I. melakies smeltered to his zenith when no reply came forth, The sweet, silent type 'eh? We'll see about that.
his corset slinked to her side, his bleak as night brawny build slide past hers, his flesh touching hers. pelt flinched and he grinned, paperthins fanned out, State your curse, for that be all I wish to know about you. he vocalized, his tunes were harsh, dripping with death and crimson though none was not in sight for miles. crown lowered, fore appendi snapped out, sending a whoosh of air t'wards her chest. he knew better, he would never lacerate a female, they were too weak for he, Flint, Dark Lord. he realized Msytery was strong from her strapping corpse, but what about her vocabulary? those often bloody and war-scarred were not as intelligent as most would of liked them to be. Flint was few of them so lucky to be quite intelligent in every manner, he knew when to pursue to torment something and he knew just when to stop.. it was... a special trait of his, inheritated from no one he knew. his sire was arrogant and furious with his mother for having him, Flint. as a colt he learnt the ways of the masculine figure, if anything was in your way... destroy it. his dam however was also a dark but had softer ways of dealing with some. she knew, like Flint, when to pursue and when not to, but the fact that parts them was that she was too stupid to realize her words got her into trouble. she was slaughtered on Flint's third birthday by Flint's Auntie... or so she was called.
appendages paced his physique back a few paces, he knew well enough to be out of incisor grapst. that way, if Msytery retaliated(sp?) aggresivly and wished to bite him, she would miss. twin pools rolled at her, C'mon dear, I have not all day, no. You need to speak up, I cannot hear you, you must speak quickly, I have to go, you better hurry, there I go, what was that? I need to stay... your better off without me anyway. he snorted, paperthins flared again, his mask wore determination to get the minx to speak though also his determination was blinded by the arrogant facial expression and the expression of morose, guilt and loathing. but darks were not to feel morose nor guilty for anything. his mask was a combination of emotions, emotions that were not even there. another brilliant technique of his, was to make his opponent think he was a luce rather a dark, tangling into a crimson dripping mess in the end. Flint was not to be fooled, it was his opponent's job for that. for it was anyones guess which emotion was the fact and which was fiction... none could tell.. then again, whom cared?
I do not feel loved,
I never felt it today,
Nor yesterday,
Save me 'o Satan,
Actually no,
Leave me to feel this mounting stress,
The agony, the depression,
I like it, thank you for giving it to me,
Thank you...
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Post by msytery on Apr 15, 2006 18:43:45 GMT -5
ooc:*eyes pop out* arrgh to long for me!
bic: vox dripped her own lryis-an what if i dont tell thee what you need to know about me Demanding Brute..-a sneer was drawn to annoy the S.hit out of him..yet she would not give up easily.
appendi shifted sideways
ooc: no Frecking muse arggh
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Apr 15, 2006 18:56:32 GMT -5
shanks led the male closer to the contessa, fathomless mirrors glared at her, a sarcastic tune drowned from within his ajar vents, My dear contessa, if you shalt not answer what a plain inquiry I have set before you so help you God, he smirked, lippers pulling up at the corners, Dear minx, if you know what is good for you, you will bow down before me you fxcking bxtch. I want no trouble, perhaps you do... no matter, I can always make trouble. fore flint stamped the terra firma, Speak now! Grudges I do not hold, I kill, then I will no longer have to see your snide visage m'dear.
tassel cracked behind his framery, disgusted growl rumbled his barrel, zenith lowered, his bodice again travelled 'round hers, brushing her pelt as he went. whipcord slapped about, smacking her frame as well as his own. taunting nips were given. |
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Post by msytery on Apr 15, 2006 19:04:09 GMT -5
a guttal grunt was placed towards him -fine i be cursed msytery, now is that all you reqiure?An you think i would bow down to a brute like you? what do u think i am? a slave?-barbs graped towards him, as sher own pistons were shuttled outwards..a shiver ran down her spine as her carressed her-An how dare u think you have the right to touch me- hinds jerked at him, a digusted growl was manouvered fromher barrel at him.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Apr 15, 2006 19:08:10 GMT -5
[Oh darling, I have the right to many 'a things, many things you would only dream of.] he hissed, hind fulcrum jutted out, the bloodsuckers were on the move, [Msytery 'eh?] he cooed, watching her pelt shudder he grinned, [Not one for pleasure?] he snarled, dreads swung into his occuli as they always did. he sighed, ribcage expanding then deflating, [Do you wish another fxcker come and claim you? Fine. I shall leave you be darlin'. Toodle o', have fun.] his vocalizer chimed before he began to turn away, if she wanted it like this, she would have it like that. |
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Post by msytery on Apr 15, 2006 19:12:22 GMT -5
a sneer was ridden towards him...-So long brute...go find another Wench to get your Pleasure off, for its certanitly not me.-another choked laugh was placed as she stood there..ae the Victory was placed towards her. before she to started to move into the timbers, her only friend...an always her only frend
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Apr 15, 2006 19:16:03 GMT -5
as soon as her comment was given he cackled loudly, [Go fxck yourself whxre. I have no time for one whom does not understand darks. You certainly are incapable of everything.] he snorted and shook his zenith. then his brainpan filled with ideas, he followed her silently through the timbers. [Just thought I'd give you a goodbye kiss.] he gruffed, fore fulcrum struck out at her rump and his insicors ripped at the flesh 'pon her back. paperthins expanded and he cakcled as his corpse side-stepped, for if she threw any attacks, they would be missed. all the while out he cackled this song:
Stupid girl, stupid girl,
you are a fxcking sleeper,
Never wanna see you again....
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Post by msytery on Apr 15, 2006 19:20:39 GMT -5
-why thankyou for you Advice an which i did not need..An no i do not Need to understand You, but yes maybe others- no Flinced was procceded from the 'good bye kiss"
empire stood there, occulus glared through the tressels..-an i to never want to see you again brute- before turning around an waling away, laughter rippled through the taunting winds...,who was he?.. tho she did not care she placed her thoughts from him
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Post by msytery on May 6, 2006 22:32:28 GMT -5
aww sum rp with msyt....shes bored
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on May 9, 2006 23:52:27 GMT -5
-prods Myst- shoulda thought about that before pissing off Flintah
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Post by msytery on May 10, 2006 1:05:29 GMT -5
-leers at joo- well fine...-walks away.-
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on May 15, 2006 18:28:38 GMT -5
-smirks- d**n right...
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