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Post by Fire Storm on May 28, 2006 20:52:50 GMT -5
Fire cantered briskly to her new home among the shadows, Her long, black tail flickering in the wind, The rain dancing on her coat. She stopped under a tree to catch her breath. She started to nip at the long grass, but she knew she had to keep moving and find adequate shelter. After an hour of walking between the trees she stopped in front of a cave, shook her neck and thought to herself this is going to have to do for the night.And walked in, hanging her head low and dozing into a light sleep.
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Post by † Shadow† on May 29, 2006 22:53:58 GMT -5
As I, Shadow was as always moseying about my terra firma, which I had claimed by the spill of my own deep crimson blood. My blood will remain upon these lands and my blood shall only rule. That is the very precise reason I shed my crimson blood upon the geography of the land. Now you are probably wondering why I decided to stat the very fact as to why I would injure myself, and spill my blood. …Well besides the fact that I enjoy pain, agony and the pleasure, I do not tolerate any intruders. I repeat ANY intruders. Hessians are strictly forbidden uponst this very terra firma, except however, if you are of my own flesh or blood. I I have adopted you, then sure you may come reside upon my homestead, thrive under my protection. But be you of neither my blood nor protection you will promptly be sent away, whether by force or you own will, it matters not to I, but for your own sake, if you would want to leave my palace from hell before I severely injure you, and hope to the high d**n heavens you make it out of here alive. Keyword there too, ALIVE. Ahh, is this not just completely wonderful? I mean come on, you are already receiving your death notice ahead of time, you should feel ultra, uberly special…honestly. Now that we have the testosterone infested gender covered lest go to the estrogen gender shall we? Why yes, yes we shall. Alright wenches, you girlies are not allowed in here without my permission either. Boo-hoo I do not want to hear your whining, because I honestly could not care. This is my terra firma, my rules, my laws, my punishments, I am head of this patch of land. The only females that can stay here under my homestead are the Harlots that I pick and choose, and the little girlies of my blood. Alright maybe there is one exception, if a worthy harlot stumbles upon my land without permission I shall keep them. Problem? Well then keep it to yourself or announce it to the world I don’t care what you do, just stay out of my way.
As the icy spherical formation hovered against the abyss, I remained watchful upon my throne, which was nothing more than a protruding rocky structure, laced higher above the other elevations. Thorns flickered up at the sound of scuffling upon the terra firma. Now who the Hell could that be? Did I not just say this was off limits…apparently it must be an imbecilic creature, d**n I hate when they go against me, but then again oh well this shall be quite…interesting per say, don’t you think?
Carbon dioxide fuming forth from the generators, well-muscled pillars moved down the formation, towards the creature taking my dear sweet, old time. I was in no hurry. Thick nightly painted chain cracked across my exuberant hind-quarters, the muscle noticeable beneath my matching canvas. Nice sight, many enjoy a masculine with some muscle along the way. Yes, having an extremely seaming masculine is good, but I mean come on the muscles are just icing on the cake. Good to look at, and show the full extent of ones own power, which I have as well, and crap loads of it. Yes, yes you do not have to tell me yet again how self absorbed I am, then again how could I not be? I had this structure, which I did not just get for being good…psshht I had to work to get it, fun work though,…so I guess it makes up for the manual labor. Hurting others, challenging those supposedly stronger than you and with more power, it makes it all the more fun, don’t you think so? Good, good nice to hear. Jesus, self-absorbed, egoistical me getting side tracked again by my own self.
Generators flaring momentarily, the released the used up oxygen. Also known as Carbon Dioxide into the airwaves. Soon after the release took in another flow of oxygen and mixed gasses. Dreadlocks, matching like everything else on my oh so refined sculpture rose and fell with the movement of my corpse. Main powerhouse, (also known as my chassis to all of you imbeciles whom do not own a wide range vocabulary.) churned in an advancing embarkment, now traveling at about a jog, not bouncy as most since I was only simply moseying my way along. Headlights flashed every-so often to something else, adverting from one impediment to the other without taking much of an interest, a timber was a timber, aqua, aqua so on and so forth. Nothing to interesting really, as I obviously stated before. Scythens tore into the oh so fragile and frail terra firma, that had been saturated, probably even over saturated by the amount of rainfall accumulated over such a short period of time. If I could tell you the volume, though I probably would not even do it if I could in fact do it, I would say maybe…oh I do not know ten inches maybe twelve inches of rain over the short duration. But I am not complaining, it makes it all the more fun…if you consider fun the same as I.
A popping noise arose from the chocolate mucky, sticky, suction cup-like terra firma every-once in a while, due to the sinking of my Scythens into the substance, all is well however. Coming upon a change in texture across the terra firma, headlights averted from whatever the Hell I was looking at, and to the plodded path before me.Continuing on the timberline became more dense with each passing moment it seemed. Some of the timbers, such as the willows were in full, there eerie emeralds cascading down, swaying like a dead limb in the breeze. The spiked timbers were quite fun too. Then the other portion was that of skeleton timbers, nothing decoring them, nothing attractive to them, except for the d**ned of course. Walking through, my majestic matrix high now, resting upon my thick serpentine, just missed some of the protruding branches, and their twigs which seemed to be but bare digits of a skeleton figurine. They attempted to pull me back, keeping me away from the intruder low key, masculine line vocals chuckled silently at their pathetic attempt. At the hooked themselves in my dreadlocks, or scratched against my canvas I continued on, easily snapping them off, sending them limply down to the terra firma, to join the rest of the leaf-trash.
Enclosing on the creature generators inhaled the mixture of gasses, bringing in the perfume with it. Note I said perfume, not cologne, meaning that the intruder was indeed so a wench. Large structure coming to a complete stand still before her, I remained silent, piercing coals watching her is much silence waiting for her to notice the assassin was before her…
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Post by Fire Storm on May 29, 2006 23:15:25 GMT -5
Fire awoke to another horse standing before her, She took a step back in alarm but quickly regained her composure, setting her head high in the air, eyes pealed at the other horse awaiting to see what will happen next.
[Sorry, too tired to write more]
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Post by Aurora on May 30, 2006 23:20:23 GMT -5
Shadow, do you want to claim this mare, or just wanting her to get out?
Since I think you can only be claimed in the Claiming Grounds, Fire Storm.
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Post by Fire Storm on Jun 3, 2006 10:31:31 GMT -5
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Post by Aurora on Jun 5, 2006 16:35:02 GMT -5
I think joo should go into the claiming grounds, since you may have to wait awhile until Despair responds.
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Post by Fire Storm on Jun 5, 2006 17:26:49 GMT -5
I am alrety there
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Post by Fire Storm on Jun 14, 2006 18:31:59 GMT -5
Fire was intreaged by the stallion. and walked over to him, Lowering her head and inhailed he musky sent of the stallion. And took a step back from him.
tod**ntiredtopostmore
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Post by Aurora on Jun 14, 2006 18:34:47 GMT -5
-bites lip- sorry, but you need to be part of his herd before you can rp here. It's part of the rules.
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Post by † Shadow† on Jun 15, 2006 22:21:42 GMT -5
Sorry Fire Storm by Shadow is pretty much not interested, luckly I dont have the will to put effort into one of my post out of your short one, no offence. If you did he would have 1) claimed you...more lik enslaved 2) if killing was allowed he'd do that since he dispises intruders and such
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Post by Fire Storm on Jun 17, 2006 21:21:49 GMT -5
-shrugs- it is okay. And I can do long posts.
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Post by Fire Storm on Jun 17, 2006 22:04:41 GMT -5
Fire shook her head, something wasnt right about this stallion she didnt know what it was but it was something. Fire raised her right hoof and started to paw at the ground aggresivly, then started to walk by the stallion, but she wasnt going to give up that easly, just as she passes him, entering the cool rain agian. She quickly turned her head arround and took bite at the stallion out of annouance, her off-white teeth made contact with the cold hard flesh of the pathetic stallion. She then contuinued to walk through the tall grass walking between the trees, she snorted pleased with herself as she dissapeared through the mist.
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