Eternally Forgotten..Will U Forget?

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Eternally Forgotten

Eternally Forgotten rose up out of the deep underbrush and into the fog soaked woods. Vision was barely a foot in front and all around her creatures called to one another. Still she kept silent, gazing around to see where she was. Left alone years ago, she has wondered the realms in search of a new home. Both her maternals were of the darq alliance and they didn’t want her. Her a.ss-h.ole of a father wanted her dead as soon as she was born but her mother sent her off into the woods and told her father that she was born dead. That way both maternals were happy. Dam got her brat and sire thought she was dead. What a way to start a life. Thrown into the damp wood to fend for yourself just after birth. She was raised by a herd of lights until she became to dark and bratty for them to handle and the lead stallion drove her out.

Eerie silence wraps around the still lithosphere except for the clop, clop, clop of daggers on the sod. Faint trickiling of the raging crimson can be heard the through the amazing auds of an equine. Only one can hear every movement, every drop.Suddenly a large crack exploded, sending all into a furry, all but one; Eternally Forgotten. Her silent movement not know to any. Moving at the darkest of hours she stalks the earth. Killing everything in her path, nothing lives between here and where she came from. Moon shone brightly, shadows dance across the land, twinkling balls of fire shine brightly, making her path easier to find. This lit up night only drew her to anger more.Arching her nape a demonic stamp of her knife the clouds roll in, sending all into darkness. Rolling thunder could be heard in the distance. Smirks cannot be wiped off, powers was all in her. Crown of flames marked her as stalker.Lightning bolts shot across the skye in hellish furry.

Shadows cease and all becomes silent once again. Lucid titaniums continue their stalk across hells woods. THe woods were constructed of nude oak splashed with crimson.Shadows leap and bound, sculls and skeletons litter the wooded area.This was a path of death. A walk of shame. The only shame here would be not to be a killer of the night. Midnight skye glows red with crimson and the great rumbling in the clouds becomes louder and louder, almost defining. Like the night human ears were lost. Carcass swerved, but balance was regained. Nape arches, and locks swerve away from her burning orbs. Knives lifted and sliced, no mercy was show to the sod below that she was tearing up with a single step. it only made it better.Auditives plastered to her bony scull, fiery optics burned the dead lithosphere. Daggers of the hellish flames shot across the midnight skye and set the brush ablaze. Devious smirk arose upon the ashen mug of the Demoness. Her duty was to destroy all good, make all Satan’s Devils.

Now she was of 5 winters and tall and brawny. Her hide of white crimson stayed pure even though she was of a darq alliance. Plume think and full reached the lithosphere below. Her tassels fell down her nape and continued falling. Frame was thickly-boned and muscular. Every curve was carved pure and perfect. Few feather gathered around he talons. Occuli burned emerald and were filled with Lucifer’s fire. Locks gather mostly at her lantern level but few strand fell to her nares. Paper thins worked in and out in a fast manner, taking in the scents around her. This place was new, but she had a small feeling of hope gather in her stone cold heart. Appendages move out quickly of the underbrush and nothing guided her as she blindly made her way out of the fog drenched wood. Finally she reached an opening.

EquuVibes. That was where she was. She had never heard of such a place but curiosity pointed her in the direction of the claiming grounds. Miles well see what kind of scrawny hunters are here, she thought to herself. Thick towers flattened to her scull in one quick movement. Banner lashed out against her flank, sending her stench into the air around her. High-pitched shrill was sent aloud to make her presence known. She wondered who would come and who wouldn’t. Who could resist her dark magic and iridescent hide? She knew most couldn’t but this land could be different. Who knew until any action happened. Frame pitched forward into a high rear into the darkening skye. Her hellish shrill scattered any still living creatures. She was here to mask her own cursing, Eternally Forgotten.

Will You Forget?

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

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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Eternally Forgotten

Ah. Here he was. The almighty king of Dreamscape. Satan’s Prince. Smirk slithered across her ashen mug. Timeless strut brought her figure to his. Her stance bold, her courage at the max. Afraid you call her? None. She was here to spread the word to hell’s king and if he was the true prince of Satan she would tell him her cause of being. Flaring nares move rapidly, his scent clogged her nostrils so none other was to enter. Obsidian tresses moved rapidly down her nape, while plume taunt against her cage. the front of her crown. Glowing with crimson she knew she had found the one. The One was the true prince of Satan. The one who would help her in her favorite past time. He would join alongside her in battle against the rest of these cavalier equines.

These equines thought they knew what it was like to be a Luce, Rebel, or Score. But none knew. Luces prance and frolic around all day all lovey-dovey with each other. Those thought made her cage shiver and crimson pulse. Rebels. Well at least they had some what of a daring side to them. Still they were no match to the Scores. Oh and those horrid Scores! They, now they, thought they were all that and rulers of the lands. Well, reality check. Their not even close to Satan. They acted all tough and almighty bossing and preaching hells lyrics. Maybe now they will realize that they are nothing to the king himself, only specks of unwanted dust.

Carcass took colossal height against the king. Harks plasters to her awaiting scull showing the king little respect. She knew for him to go along with her she must at the least bit show him she was only a small threat. Afraid, why do you speak of such? Optics pique with little interest as he tried to make her feel unwanted. Back down she would not. His thoughts transmitted to her. He wanted her to back away, he dared her to take another step closer. But she did. Daring him back. Lucid titaniums rang against the cobblestone walkway. Zephs of decay entered her flaring nares as she stood a stride away from the king. Zeniths raise slightly to hear out his hellion melodies. Her daunting tone replied, Does It Look Like Anyone Else Is Around! Of Course I’m Alone! She snapped coldly. Could be really be so blind?!

A silent plea to ripe his carcass to shreds so she could be Queen prodded her dark mind. The tingle of crimson remained on the tip of her tongue. The yearning continued for the moments of stillness. Iridescent clouds passes over the moon momentarily. Leaving all, including the two onyx equines, in flavored darkness. Dial is tucked to her chest for a quick moment to rip away at the tasteless morsel that tried to pry her hide to drink her crimson. Mark of dripping crimson left as she returned facing off the king. The fresh crimson scent filed into the awaiting nares blocking out the kings own one. Devilish smirk returns to the vixes mug as the bite bleeds unmercifully.

Lucid titanium struck the lithosphere leaving a unmerciful mark. Knives continue to slice the sod with patience she had none. Why was the king taking so long to answer? Torso shifted with impatience. Time she had none of. Time went continuously. Never stopping, starting, nor pausing. She had no time. Satan called for his devils quickly. Patience he had none of. She had more then he. For he was the darkest of darkest rulers that ever walked this undersod. He was never to be seen, touched nor bad-mouthed. One did and the stake was theirs. Messengers chose her to be the one to find the darkest living king. A Living Satan. An explanation? None was given.

Will You Forget?

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

breath rattled as she back-talked him, [Dare ye upset the most envied King in this fcking land, whxre?]death seemed to swirl, in a large ebon cloud around the duo, eavesdroppers pinned back,[State you calling Lucifer so gaveth ye.] his own verbs snapped back. a gush of cold air swept up behind him and the colassal b.east grinned, [Almost time now.] he hissed, as if warning the femmora...

hock kisser embedded a few good slashes 'cross his ankles, jagged ivorns were bared when the contessa did not reply, harks sunk deeper in his skull, crimson stained dentals flashed, Answer me! he so wished to scream, but Aurora had scolded him so deeply that he had 'promised' her to be some-what approachable to the other equines... fxck that. Listening to a score? I think not, their name didn't even deserve a capital before it. irritation mounted upon the charcoal czar, what was he doing here? Collecting females? Or was someone here to die... after all, everything was just his job.

daggers pawed the unshaped lithosphere below his massive canvass, [Do you have a clue who I am, or are you as stupid as the rest of 'em?]vocals sung the most hideous tune one had ever heard. the bruthen was chuckling, sounding like snakes rattling their tails angrily at an approaching human, then they would strike for their visage's, venomous insicors clamping upon their flesh.

Flint snorted harshly, the steed had not come here to play mind games... then what was he doing? one would think he was finding a Queen... but others thought differently, or course, the ones that though differently obviously knew him a hell of alot better than most equines did.

haunches pivoted as fore mass was pulled up, forelegs striking the gravity that dare pull him down. tassel slashed, orbits rolled continously in their round sockets. he landed with a thud, a few inches from the ivorn washed feminine's shoulder blade, one talon, thats all it took, and one's hip would be set off. Indeed, his powers were deeply envied, though some wished better luck upon themselves, hoping Apollo was guiding them... forever and ever.

WRONGO! Apollo and Lucifer were figments of ones imaginations, they did not save ones from dying, it was your strength and agility....... or was it?

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Eternally Forgotten

Crown shook again and flint prodded the sod lighting it on fire once again. Fire was where she belonged. It was her mark. The mark of fire rides across her flanks. Ever notice? Look closer to her flanks and flames you will see embedded into her hide. Satan marked her once again. Call that using her? I think so too. Ivories of cream slams into her chest once again to attack and kill the biting insects that now swarmed her crimson hide. Ivories snap over her hide momentarily, it spills crimson even more but killing the ones who cause her the trouble in the first place. That was the point, Pain to yourself. Who cares? Pain inflicted in others? Joy. Stalking clouds remove from their position before the sister moon. The moon casts shadows over DreamScape once again. Eternally Forgotten knew that down in the land below equines of all alliance would be gathering together for the night. Little ones would be tucked away with their mothers and brutes would stand guard. Every shadow was a threat. Every shadow hid a secret. A secret that must’ ant be revealed.

Apex rises higher into the dusting shadows. Locks part evenly 'pon her glowing corpse. They twist and turn to her mug, part they do for they shall not dare to interfere with her line of vision. Oh, no. No one does. Iridescent bolt lines with crimson, glows softly in the moonlight. From her poll to her withers, long, flowing ribbons dance and flitter about her nape. A serpentine that curves in a sleek manner. Continuing down you come across her sleek, iridecent hide. So full of life and hidden beneath a secret so daring. For under the colorless hide secrets that dance, and play. They make their way to her heart and back. Oh yes, her cold, stone heart. It was a legend all in itself. Talons were heavy and deadly and marked the path she walked. Forever it told of her beings and tattled they did.

Her hissing lyrics raped the think night, Lucifer cursed me Eternally Forgotten. And yes, I do dare upset you. Time for what? Is the clock ticking and must you be off? Wouldn’t want such a great hunter like you to be wasting the evening mysteries on me! She spat out in lucid tones while setting her firey gaze upon his own. Your Flint, King of the Therestrials. I know your searching for a queen. I know your seeing what little darqs that the claiming grounds have and seeing if maybe one of them could even begin qualifying for the ranking of your own. Smirk slithered across her defined features. She knew what was going on. She wasn’t a bit clueless like the rest of the wrenches of the f.uckin realm. She lifts her crown once again, rising it to hells gates, her ivories were slamming ‘pon the gates and her silent figure swiftly undoing the lock. For only two had the key in. Lucifer and this equine standing before her. She rises up onto her hind pistons. Sleek curvature rose higher, then high. Top pillars rose above the clouds and tore apart the living lithosphere. Triumphant, bloody shrill could be heard thought all of the lands. Landing, her knives sliced into the sod, tearing to shreds. Smirk dances across his ashen mug and she bobs her dial up and down then up again. Front knife lifts and is placed, scraping along the torn sod.

Don't You Dare Forget

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

he snorted, at first he was pissed but soon that wore away and he smirked, A great hunter like I can slay you sorry ass anyday. he replied cooly, Dont you forget that. he scoffed, banner shook nosily as he watched her childish antics. Ye are stupid. he retorted, chuckling, again his vocals hissing like rattling snake tails, Thine surely has no idea why I am here then, and no, you are quite mistaken, I am currently not searching for a ragdoll. smirk widened o'er his jagged ivorns, lampestra heightened, showing his rank and status... as if he needed to!

emotionless visage turned to face her, Females are nothing but trouble, and so are you. he snapped, dentals so wished to clamp upon her hide, to taste the crimson her arteries and veins so pumped, plume swished noisily behind him, Eternally Forgotten... he repeated, thinking long and hard about her calling... as if it where important!

Well dear 'Eternally Forgotten' t'is been quite a pleasure meeting you, sarcastic tunes were present in his vocals, Flint was not wary of her, oh no, she was like the rest of them, so uneducated of what was going on in DreamScape... But, the great hunter must vanish, unless you get infected with the tree, I shan't be back. labrums wore a satisfied smirk, was he testing her? Was he seeing how stupid she was? For what??!?!

corpse strode extremly slowly away from hers, a few paces away he called out to her, I know your a Score. he hissed, Show me who you really are. fire was ablaze in his spheres, content facade swung back, watching the femmora o'er his shoulder... what did he mean? cool lyrics that left his parted labrums could mean nothing, then again.. what made something?

Flint, a Therestrial King, indeed that is what he was, brawny in build, charcoal in color, arrogant in nature and a royal bastard. his childish antics meant little harm, this was the least of what he could do, very least I assure you. his powers were so great he could destroy all of Dreamscape if he really wanted to! But.... unfortunatly that was not the agreement made with Aurora, he was only to kill those who were infected, to ensure the diesease would not spread to other equines. Pffftttt. Flint wanted to kill everyone and everything. he sighed, Come find me when your a Threstrial and with that his corpse slithered from the meadow into the abyss...

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Eternally Forgotten

Haughty snort emerges laughing at his show-offy power. I’m sure you could slay me. She mocked in bored tone. Yeah right. He’d die before he finished her off. Visage curved and dipped down. Occuli dance wildly around. Auditories flatten back to her awaiting grave that rest 'pon her onyx crown. Again she snapped harshly, I can tell you are. Just like the rest of the d.amn h.orney b.astards that stalk the lands. You think your different. Believe me, your not. Mocking lyrics reside in his own twin zeniths. Dark fire sparked within her deadly gaze. She listened to hear more of his lyrics. He sure talked a lot, she replied nastily, It was nice meeting you too. Not. What do you think I’d even welcome you back again if it came to come again?

Chassi moved away from his bulky frame. Plume is risen from its steady seat to lash against her obsidian figure. This causing tiny specs of coloring crimson to emerge from her insides and drop to the deadly h.ell that resided below her talons. Marked they were with their own h.ellish curse. Along with the rest of her cursed physique. Lucid titaniums ring as she side-steps once again 'way from this stuck-up hunter, My patience has run thin. I am becoming quite sick of you. You think your all that and your not. You think your the d.amned king of this h.ell-hole and your not. I bear witness to say you couldn’t even pass for a darq let alone the Threstrial, you so call your self.

Ivories snap out in a lightning fast movement towards his flank hoping to sink deep down into his flesh. He would most likely not be able to reach until her enamels were embedded into his flesh. He would soon learn that she came first. Not anyone or anything else. After the attack she settled smugly back into the place she stood before. That would teach him to turn his back to her! Plume was lazily swept across her hocks, paper-thins flared, as if nothing had just happened. He would be angry. Very angry. But did she care? NO. Not at all. She cared not what anyone thought of her. Would he now take his offer back? Wimp. Couldn’t handle a sassy, smart-a.ss, b.itchy mare. He was of dark alliance if he couldn’t even handle her at her quiet phase. Just wait until evening is at it’s fullest, when demons come to romp and play and best of all, Kill.

Before he left she shrilled to him, How do you know that I am only a score? Can such a little bastard of no importance say that? Curse one and only one, him, to be of the Threstrial alliance? I’d say not. I think there more to it. Your not in search of a queen, but a partner in killing. He turned his back and left her standing there. Thorn clung tight to her scull and wild look present in her occuli. He was being a s.mart-a.ss to test her. Why? Who knows. She was the same way. The familiar feeling leapt across her soul of pushing another one down. She felt good. Glare casts a look of death to his retreating back. Would he be back? After her words of hatred centered to him? Who knew. It wasn’t like he had anything better to do!

You Have Forgotten

[Bacardi]

OOC: -Whimpers- i can RP well.................. but not this well!!!!!!!!!!!! -Sniffles- i SUCK compared to yall......

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oOc: awwww! Thankies! but i'm sure you can rp very well!!

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

Your killing me... oh wait...
I'm already dead...

charcoal beast snarled as her ivorns melted into his flesh, hind pillar snapped out, rattling her skull as it smacked her chin, Try it again and death shall befall ye. dark clouds began to swirl up in the once clear sky, pools glared at her as serpentine pulled back, his a.ss still facing her. tassel cracked, spreading the crimson that dribbled from his hinds. dentals flashed at her, not to attack her... yet.

a grin was plastered upon his facade, canvass turned around to face her as he paused, not treading any furthur through the vegetation, Listen dear Forgotten one, I am the most important in this land and I bet your sorry a.ss you'll be the first to go! he chuckled wildly as she spoke some more, she did not know when to shut the fck up did she? since when did any contessa know better? Sweet, sweet score, listen up, I can label you whatever I like, you can try and kill me, he cackled once more, But m'dear, I am already dead. And what does it matter to you if I am searching for a Queen? he hissed, vocals rasping again, spitting flecks of crimson from his parted jaws.

canvass tensed quickly, A killing partner, why would I need someone to help me? I enjoy it just enough thank you. Now, sweet contessa, go to that tree and roll in it, something tells me thats the only pleasure you'll be getting for a long while. he wore a sick twisted smirk upon his visage, almost trying to embarrass her, but who was there to watch? Of course the gods were watching, probably probbing(sp?) Forgotten, telling her that he, master of all, was horrid and that she should step away.... yes... run away...

Breaking my heart...
Oh no! I lost that too?

[+ flint + tiny dancer +]

sorry for such a dreadfully short post... -yawns- I am a bit tired.

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oOc: are you done w/ her or would you like to continue? Either way i will be happy!

Starts typing but stops.......

Think what you want to think. But As I so kindly stated before, you are no better then rest of you. You may think your so great but your not. She smirked, glad she bit deep into his wretched hide.