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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 29, 2006 18:43:25 GMT -5
The equid equivilant of a 'brow' raised in sheer confusion. The wench was an adult? Upper lambrum curled upward irrediscently as shadowashed glare litched the petite being, then parten with it's twin for the omittence of some form of reply to this peculiar fatale. Pallid summit he scraped inwardly for the definition of this 'shetland' buisiness...ah, a pony. The wretch was a pony. He would have asked her, but checked himself as not to seem foolish in the eyes of his beloved who stood aside him. An informal note excused coal lambrums before chained notes omitted to the petite ess, aye, shetland ye be then wench. He stated coldly, feeling rather foolish in thinking she was a foal, what brings yer carcass about here, maiden? he snapped, here, cold tones had changed to ones
wry and serpanitne.
Leften and devent appendage stamped impatiently upon earth's surface. He had no intention of harming the fae opposite...he was simply annoyed that she had been eavesdropping, for Addias was a luce, and he did not want this little fae interfering[sp?] with his own buisiness. I have not all day, miss shetland. I suggest an answer be carried forth. Shadowstrewn glare bore unto hers for the time being as he waited impatiently for a reply from the wench opposite.
This, one must understand, was the rebel side of the rebel, so to speak. He could be as caring and loving as a luce at times, times when he wished to be. This cold streak was what made him rebel. This certain hardness to protect his kin and good name, shown when provoked so.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 29, 2006 21:02:13 GMT -5
Tiny Dancer labrums peeled back at his harsh verbs, as they drowned her eavesdroppers, Excuse me sire, I have no intention of ruining your courting, for I am finding a place to shade my sweat laiden carcass. she huffed as more arrogant lyrics left the virile, As I have not all day, Tiny Dancer beith my calling, not Miss. Shetland. her urge to snap at War Shadow grew but her petite frame kept her from doing so. tassel fluttered behind her, And yes, an adult I be, a pony. she said calmly, walking gingerly t'wards Adidas. I have seen five rotations of the moon, five years I've walked upon these lands, two years were filled with humbleness and three were, beg my french, h.ell. she carefully watched War's large flints, in case one were to come down upon her hand crafted skull. Forgive me Rebel. came her next series of lyrical utterances, she knew she had to apologize, But I was not eavesdropping in on your conversation, for I am merely in the wrong place at the wrong time. she finished on a harsh note, showing the vagabound she was not scared. her forelock swept into her large pools and her empire shook them away, she had to keep the two larger equines in sight, for her sake. banner swept up with the zephyr and fulcrums doodled in the lithosphere below, awaiting the next series of verbs from either equine. |
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Post by Addias on Jun 30, 2006 10:16:13 GMT -5
Players radios flickered toward the mini player while she spole. Stolen gems watched carefully while she approuched her. I see where you have caused no harm Stolen gems darted towards War Shadow, was she allowed to speak. Submissive nature filled rookie's mind with doubt as dial was lowered once more. [/center] |
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 30, 2006 13:33:51 GMT -5
Shadowstrewn gaze turned toward Addias as pallid summit swiveled upon it's hinges to face her. Expressions warmed to her and a half smile paned across wraught paperthins toward her. Of course, m'lady is right, lyri emanted in usual, calmned notes as his annoyance and slightness vanished, turning to face the small fatale, Whereas , you've done no harm here...miss, Tiny Dancer. In his pride, he had no intention of appologizing, but featuresques protrayed an applogetic expression toward her.
A deep breadth of the stifling air was captured between flaren paperthins as pallid facade now wore a scowl as a great crown to match looked up to the great burning mass in the sky, baking thier doomed forms unreproachfully with each passing minute.
Coalened gaze turned back upon the essas two with unreadable expressions now etched into an ever changing feature. T'would be madness to stand about here and make smalltalk whilst the demon in the skies cooks our f.orms to perfection lasses. Hence this sentence, he turned to face Tiny Dancer and her flame licked little f.orm. My Lady and I were to return to our terrace, Bleary Basins. T'is much cooler in the mists and forests of mine realm, and you are welcome to join us to quench your thirst and escape this wretched heat.
Here, expressions churled into a warm smile to both the faes, and awaited the small but quite capable fatale, Tiny Dancer's respose to his offoring. He was no letcher, and would let her leave if she wished and if she wished so to stay in the comfort and heed of thier terrace, he would welcome her to stay.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jun 30, 2006 13:49:01 GMT -5
Tiny Dancer the petite essa frowned, unsure whether to trust him or not, It would be dishonoring m'lord, to drink your water, to bathe in your aquilla then leave when I am re-hydrated. she bowed her tiara thankfully at the b.astard and smiled warmly at Addidas, The demon above surely knows how to cook a pelt M'lord, but I think I can withstand the heat. but even as she spoke, a trickle of sweat rolled down her cheek. |
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Post by Addias on Jun 30, 2006 16:06:38 GMT -5
Warm smile was returned to teammate, regardless of whether she was going to return with them or not, rookie regarded her as a team mate. Worry crossed her tones as she spoke to teammate Are you sure you will be allright? stolen gems rested softly upon her, radios flickered forward waiting for a reply |
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jun 30, 2006 20:27:07 GMT -5
Doith as ye please miss polite tones emanted to the seemingly youthful fatale opposite, But know that ye'll be welcome if yer mind be changed on a latter. As lyri silenced from thier emmanting brass monotones, pallid crown dipped in a sharp, quick nod of courtesy to the femmora. Coal whisps flicked absently at the skybound blood userpers, allong with a hind appendage stamping the topography beneath his ashen form with a lathe, jagged crescent.
Attentions turned over to his Lady briefly, I now take my leave to our terrace dove tenderness ribboned the soft harks to his own fae as coalwashed gaze found hers, you've my premission to remain here and forward your faen's talk if you wish. That be the case, I shall gladly return for you on a short note, that you've time to assure that our petite friend, Tiny Dancer gets her nourishment...but here, tones grew vivid and protectinve, If any other stag makes an entrance...any at all, you beckon for me, I'll be here before he can herd you a yard m'love.
Blight gaze lay contentedly upon his temptress as he awaited her response. He cared not whether she chose to follow him or stay with her friend for a short time before returning home. He cared solemnly for her safety, she was his now, and whilst in his care, not a scratch would bestow her, he'd see to that.
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 1, 2006 18:30:56 GMT -5
Tiny Dancer I appreciate your kindness Lord, but I shant inturrupt your bonding. Good luck m'new allies and may the force of your gods be with you. a kind smile was worn upon her velveteens, I am sorry WarShadow, but I am looking for a vagabound to claimeth I, and I feel quite useless if I were to mingle within your terrain. she bowed her petite cerebrum in respect at the taller stallion. ooc| not supposed to be on comp.. srry. |
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Post by Addias on Jul 2, 2006 19:02:32 GMT -5
Radios perked forward listening to team mate. If your sure, turned from team mate to Warshadow, dial bobbed stolen gems rested on him. She waited for him to lead the way seeing as how she had never been on that playing field before |
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Post by + flint + tiny dancer + on Jul 3, 2006 12:23:54 GMT -5
Tiny Dancer eavesdroppers smeltered down upon her chunky empire as she began to wander away, perhaps she was meant never to find another virile? she snorted helplessly then began to thrice beat away, russet silhouette vanishing completly o'er the rolling hills. she did not say goodbye, only wishing to. her visionnaires peered around the newfound realm, her carcass watched her newfound "teamates" as Addidas would put it and smiled. |
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jul 4, 2006 17:07:50 GMT -5
Pride sallowed deep within him but was soon to be conquered as a pallid summit dipped pleasently in forthright to the petite maiden aforth. I thank you for your understanding damoiselle, and wish you luck in your search for a fitting virile. We are of different alliances, and tastes I'm sure. Might I suggest to you, Cascade. He is of arabic blood, thus stands not much taller than yourself miss, and is also luce looking for a maiden. Take care on your journeys, Tiny Dancer. You've the best wishes from the Duke and Dutchess of Bleary Basins, asure yourself that.
Coalwashed shifts lashed absently about alabastor shanks as corded extensions worked thier ashen counterpart at a slewn and simple quatro plight away from the sunbaked terrace hence. Crownbearer arched and slick with perspiration churned it's mightily held crown about every so often that a shadowed gaze may check upon his own fair Dutchess and her progress in his wake, on thier short journey toward thier terrace, Bleary Basins.
Thaughts crossed in an alabastor cloaked mind as they passed as shadows through the thicket of the bordering terraces. Perhaps we should visit the king and queen before residing in thier terraces...I have not long been there meself, and now that I've a lady to call mine Dutchess, perhaps I should present us to the King..., these customary thaughts passed through him as lashing branches of the undergrowth he paid no mind, if Addias is to become rebel, then I shall make her so firstly to the King Fandango and his Queen, Myribae, whom are the dispositioners of the rebel alliance. If they approve her anointing to the rebel gods, then I could do the mindset converting of m'lady myself, back at Bleary Basins.
His mind made up, a sharp turn in the thicket was issued as he beckoned softly to Addi, who made good progress behind the pallid form. We are on our way to the royal holds of the King Fandango and his wifery, Queen Myribae for your conversion to rebellion alliance m'dove. Keep close, as eyes and ears may wonder our way, unwanted and unchecked. Coalwashed gaze lay upon the upkeeping Addias as a soft smile belayed upon freshly closed lambrums hence his descision announcement. They were now well on thier way toward royal grounds, for odd but sure purposes.
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Post by Addias on Jul 5, 2006 10:40:05 GMT -5
Rookie merely nodded dial as team mate spoke, radios layed back slightly listenting for sounds of another. Stolen Gems gazed in front so that tennis wouldn't trip upon anything. Specks a sweat appearted on jeresey however rookie was tough and they didn't affect her as tennis carried rookie beside him |
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Post by |X|War Shadow|X| on Jul 5, 2006 14:40:30 GMT -5
O o c| posting in the Neutral Lord's Lands...meet moi there.
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Post by Addias on Jul 13, 2006 9:54:20 GMT -5
[[aight..sorry been so long..BIG comp problems..]]
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Post by lazy warshadow on Jul 13, 2006 19:39:47 GMT -5
O o c| ish fine luff, we're waiting t'ill the young hier of the rebel alliance is born to continue in the neutral lord's lands
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