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Post by Addias on Jun 27, 2006 8:10:27 GMT -5
tennis carried player into field, stolen gems gazed with uncertainty, nostrils flared taking in scent. radios flickers back and forth attempting to catch the sound of another. dial was carried low showing submissive nature. play was issued looking for those of her team, or soon to be team. dial dropped to the court lipping up pieces of grass. radios perked forwards for defence that could be sneaking up on the player. stolen gems lifted slightly |
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 27, 2006 19:50:51 GMT -5
Twin melarchies flickered on thier hinges as traces of other existance reached thier capacities. Shadowstrewn glare flinched instinctively toward the maker of these explicid radioesques. Corded extensions bore the pallid midframe at a reluctant duo plight toward the opposing equid.
Vents widened thier intake as scents washed thier salmon innards. A wench to be certain. Hm, she must've been new to the scape to have fled his watchful gaze. Scythes bore within earth's flesh as he overcame lifts in her mechanics, to see a goergious wench plundering her fill of the jades naught but half league off. Ashen equid equivilant of a 'brow' raised in handsome speculation as he pondered how he would interprit his carefully selected lyrics to the fae opposite.
A sharp nod was issued as he collected himself, and continued to lapse space between thier forms ever in a slewed double beat. Hence reaching targeted destination, fronten limbs brigaded thier lathe works to the sod in a humble bow to the lady flaxen afront him. He rose cunningly in slow manner once a respectable time had passed in bowing stance before lambrums calibrated thier doings and soft, brass lyri emanted to her, Good day damoiselle, humbled am I to come across one of such fair presicion, here, tones switched over from thier complimenting nature to an inquisitive mannor, Might I ask thyn dubbance?
Ebonite whisps at his shanks flicked nervously at stilled hawks as he awaited the maiden's response. From her nature and brightness, she had to be luce. A small shudder wavered at his innards at this thaught. great. he had fallen for a luce. Well, perhaps she could be changed...meandered a tint darker to the rebel's alliance. Just perhaps...and only if things acaught between the two, wich they may not...
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Post by Addias on Jun 27, 2006 19:56:34 GMT -5
radio flickered toward player, team mate or defence it was unclear, one never knew in this town. Addias submissiveness took over character, name being echoed softly dial lowered if at all possible lower, uniform flickered to rid itself of the flies. it had so far been unscarred it wouldn't be suited to be scared by something as distracint as a fly, stolen gems gazed across at player still debating, teammate or defence |
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 27, 2006 20:07:21 GMT -5
A chasked smirk protrayed the ashen one's spectrums. Shadowashed gaze drawn upon the maid, as lyri in response played inwardly a pallid summit. War Shadow be the name my sire bestowed upon me m'lady. Tones emanted in brass syllables, Shape my position and land, to be lord Duke of Bleary Basins, as I tell you I am not without residing lands dove. He ended thus in order to perhaps show the faen opposite that he was not simply some young confused hellion without propor land to suit his lady and any offspring he may futuristically produce.
Hind leften appendage stamped afflictedly at the virile blood thirsters which buzzed ever so annoyingly about this scape as yet another inquiry formed in the ashen pointe which mounted a sputtered steel boa to match. You must be new to this scape, m'dove, tell me, have ye propor accomadations? Lands or a brute to provide for you mistress? humble tones belayed on the air for a moment as pallid crown churned lividly with hopes that the response would be no. For perhaps, she would agree to reside with him...just perhaps, if it came to that...
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Post by Addias on Jun 27, 2006 20:15:49 GMT -5
tennis stomped on the court, radios flickered towards him as plays came forth, stolen gems even aware of surrounding playing fields Very new, and no no lands nor teammate dial rose ever so slighlty, radios still flickering uneasily, stolen gems rested on player |
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 27, 2006 20:27:17 GMT -5
Her tones reverbrated through auditorial userpers...did she think him a darq? Well, if this maiden fair thaught him a score hearted, he'd not have her heart now would he? He must straighten this, right away, if she thaught him a mutate as such those darqs.
M'lady, I must explain to you of the alliances here...as it is most common for equus to think and speak of only good and evil in existance, it is not so. There are four alliances in this terrace, Luce, which you are, Luce is simply another word for Light. There IS darq, or Score as we call them, But, there are also Nuetrals, or, as we call them here, rebels, this is the alliance I am so with...But there is also one other alliance. One that it is said has it's supporters, or as you call them miss, Teammates guarding h.ell it'self. These have one name around here miss, Thestrials. Keep on your guard now miss, for they are tretcherous, and thier king, Flint, has the power of demise. He'll kill ye if he can m'lady. I'm hearing that he's about to do away with both the Luce King and Queen.
He ended his brass plight here, in hopes she'd understand more of thier differing alliances, but that he was simply of rebel alliance, and that he meant her no harm.
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Post by Addias on Jun 28, 2006 8:10:53 GMT -5
tennis pawed court uncertainly during his speech, she was a rookie and really hadn't realized what team she played for yet, submissive nature made this player highly persuadable, for she just wanted to make everyone happy, radios flickered forward, slightly more comfortable now with the fact this player was not defence I think I understand, please forgive me if I have offended you by being doubtful, I am still young and have a lot to learn dial bobbed in a nod like manner, stolen gems still rested on him |
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 29, 2006 11:21:45 GMT -5
Expressions curled now within a ponder. I quite understand m'dove...thaugh now I be the one whom holds confusion. As of quite rescently, we find ourselves enduring a fifth, and even more hellish alliance, which there are no rulers of at the moment, chasked expressions drew back as he was hit with an oblivious realization, Tashek..., the vagabond thaught warily to himself before continuing his teachings with the young ess opposite, erm, this new alliance, I am unsure if you have heard of, as I am just hearing of meself m'lady...this alliance, they are supposedly called The Disceased, and are...to put this bluntly miss, dead.
Thaughts churned in a pallid summit as they now wandered to the Luce King and his lady, the Luce Queen, Tashek and Mobolo. He had heard whispers of Flint arriving at thier terrace, on an informal note to tell them that Mobolo was to die. Now, the rumors continued that Flint was now to slay both of them...which would make them more h.ellish than ever, and King and Queen of the Disceased...
He had known Tashek quite briefly, but his death would simply add to the ranks of h.ell in this terrace. What were the rebels and luces to do with all of these scores, thestrials and disceased tainting thier terrace evermore. And now, since the Thestrial Queen, Sheena had left Flint, he was looking for a new queen, which would bring about scores of Thestrial wenches to try for his queen...
Ashen pointe shook fiercly as he came back from his buzz of thaughts, only to be comforted by the pleasent appearence of the Lady afront him. Terribly sorry of that miss he stated with a slight tremor, but quickly regained his pride. Wouldst thou consider, perhaps residing with me, as Dutchess of Bleary Basins m'lady?
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 29, 2006 11:24:00 GMT -5
<<his hopes are that he can settle down with his lady and life in peace in thier terrace before Flint notices thier existance>>
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 29, 2006 11:24:16 GMT -5
sorry, Live, not life.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 29, 2006 15:18:51 GMT -5
Tiny Dancer aerials flickered as the bloodsuckers attempted to enter, she purposely strode t'wards the open plains, her russet pelt gleamed in the afternoon sunrays. harks melted back as the stench of a warrior reached her nostrils, she pivoted, shanks propelling her petite carcass back, withdrawing from the duo carefully. a resting twig snapped beneath her heafty bulk and she began to sweat lightly, she begged Apollo to not let her be seen, not like this. she had lost too much, too much and too little. tassel swished nervously as spheres watched Addidas and War Shadow, she gasped and slunked back further. she had disrupted their conversation, now surely the rebel vagabound would make her pay. harks shrunk back in her defence if the steed should near, for her protection and safety. russet pelt was laiden with sweat, butterflies swirled in a toxic bath in her stomach... |
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Post by Addias on Jun 29, 2006 16:45:23 GMT -5
stolen gems gazed upon him as he spoke taking in everyword he spoke. radios flickered as to pay attention to all else. Player may be young however she knew not to let her gaurd down. dial bobbed slowly in understanding when he finsihed speaking. I would be honored to reside with you tennis stomped ground as flies flew about them. radios flickered as sound of another caught their attention, stolen gems searching for sound. scent breathed in through flared nostrils |
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 29, 2006 17:51:20 GMT -5
A generous smile now ebbed at a pallid facade as the lady had agreed to reside with him as his own. His goal of her heart was attained, for he had so quickly fallen for her...such are the doings of such young, wreckless brutes. But, his mind was set and he would have her as his own, now there was only the matter of allowing her to see perhaps a more defensive side on her part, the side of the rebel.
Lambrums had just peeled forth for the omittence of a reply to his lady, when leften melarchie flickered sharply, noting an oncoming, then withdrawing mass. From the quickness and presision of the snapped timber offspring, this was no fully grown equid, but a hefty youth. His first guess was that of a young brujen. Expressions churned hard and listless as crownbearer craned slowly about to face his own ashen shanks, but ever beyond to the maker of these sounds.
He now wore an informal sneer, and shadowstrewn kissers were parting aback in slewed notion to set this eavesdropping young scallywag straight, when the scent of both fear and reasurence that this was no litched young lad, but a sweating, scared little filly. A small wave of guilt caressed his innards for a mere moment as he shook it off. Thaugh, his crude sneer had lessened to the point of nearly fading.
Ashkissed extensions soon mechanized his great bulk toward the cowering young filly, at a simple quatro plight, but halted him yards off as a strong sence immobilized his f.rame from summit signals telling him that she'd surely run in he drew nearer.
She was not his own kin, so he had no right off sense of feeling for the pathetic, blubbering mess opposite. He thaught of saying something to the pint vix, but checked himself as the brass monotones of a brute may scare her off. Instead, corded crownbearer craned the same way it had to the filly, away from her, that he may beckon to his Lady to aid in the matter.
Hence these actions, he turned back to the scouring youth. Who's bloody offspring is this!? he thaught wryly to himself as he awaited his fae to answer her summons, I'll 'ave thier heads I will, leaving the wretched thing to cower by it'self...by god, it's a luce! The fetid realization finally hit upon him... this was apollo's bloody doing! That stinking coward who called himself the luce savior, left his subjects to die! Pathetic! But now, he was sure Addias would have her say, and they'd end up keeping this sweating draft of an apollo born babe...
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 29, 2006 18:08:59 GMT -5
Tiny Dancerr the shetland femmora coughed loudly backing up a little more, I beg your pardon sire, she said, her vocals like a flowing stream, so carefree and loving, so warm and gentle. she could almost feel what he thought, the anger, the hurt, I am of a smaller species, I am of Shetland desent. her verbs squeaked then she backed up a little bit more. did this b.astard have the desire to claim her and just want foals from her? or did he wish to slay her, she was new here and the only thing known was that Flint was as black as night, perhaps Apollo was wrong, perhaps this one here was Flint himself... but what would Flint be doing courting a luce? |
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Post by Addias on Jun 29, 2006 18:26:09 GMT -5
tennis carried player over to the duo. radios flickered forward in time to hear words spoken. so this smaller player was indeed an amautuer, or possibly a rookie like herself. dial was lowered so stolen gems could take in figure. gems then returned to War Shadow awaiting his response to this twist in the play |
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