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Post by |*Storm*| on Jan 21, 2006 23:41:49 GMT -5
A ebonite figure krept through the lands,her fire lit chasms blazed in the darkness. Her shackles screamed for her to rest but she simply ignored the pain that burned her shackles. She no longer limped,as she had before. Her wounds had mended themselves and it was time for her to be known within the boundries of this new land. She wished nothing but of pain and misery to huant all. In the distance her soul could be heard,shaking the geo far from her. She couldnt feel its anger and wanted to,she tried to bring hatred but none would draw her spirit closer. It tore at the geo,but not near her,it pelted the hides of others,but none were where she was. She snorted at her own spirit annoyed. She let the annoyance subside as she knew it would soon come. Only the anger brought by another could draw it near. To help inflict pain. She tossed her pate and dropped to the geo,she could take the pain but needed to rest her chasms. Days she had walked with no rest. Not out of fear but simply because she wanted to stay awake and rid herself of the others that had been following her. She had hated the broncs and minxs that had followed her for weeks. She had finally lost them in the darkness of a forest. Nearly losing her harsh life in the process. She feared death in a strange way. She wouldnt mind the relief and the thought of joining the immortal and cursed. But she knew her destiny hadnt been done yet. She snorted and let her chasms close. Sleep immeadiately over took her,her mind was swirling with dreams,dreams of killing and torchering others. When atlast she woke she didnt remember where she was,she looked up but saw only the sun. She winced by its brightness but rose. Her shackles stiff and sore. She yawned and shook herself, before looking around. Harks were forward...strange for a heaven kisser,but then again she was diffrent from all darks. She wasnt nuetral for she desired nothing but pain and torcher among the rest. She hated the mixed minded ones,the ones who never could decide their true soul and destiny. Foresver wandering in search of their true selves. She snorted in disgrace. She yawned again then allowed her shackles to move at a brisk walk, she soon came to a valley,she looked down 'pon it with hatred. She shrugged and started,shackles pushing her mass forth with incredible speed,twigs crashed b'neith the force of her spurrs. Bushs rustled as she moved,grabbing at her flesh and chains. Soon she was on the flat surface of the valley but she didnt stop running,she thundered 'cross the lands harks pinned forcfully by the wind but she didnt mind. She suddenly slid to a halt in the center of the valley. Spurrs diggin into the fleshof the geo. Long wounds lay in place where she had been seconds ago. She tossed her pate wildly and slid to her hind shackles. She let a ear splitting scream rock the silence. Mostion flowed about her as animals ran for cover. Frightened by the ferociety of the scream,knowing it wasnt a cry for help but a cry for pain and torcher to come. They knew the answer would be met,but by whome?Storm hoped it wasnt by a poser for they did her no good they just amused her with the wys they hoped to trick the young mind of another to think them dark.
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Post by ~/|Admin|\~ on Jan 22, 2006 7:40:14 GMT -5
Demon clouds shadowed the rays of the godly sun, guiding the hellhound towards the wander area. The meadow was disturbed by his enterance, and the lithe form of an Arabian's pistons would have shattered at a touch from the Friesian's thick limbs. Knives slive into the foliage on the ground as he flew forward, his name marking what he was...Diablo.
Fangs bare in a malisious smirk, his three-beat pace spinning him past the demoness. Hind limbs slam onto the ground sending him skidding to a stop, just so he could pivotte and pick up his pace again, only to stop before the hell seeker. Nares flare in a catch of her scent, thorns perked on his crown, wild pools looking her up and down, analyzing her form.
Chest heaves and his breath is quick, the run having winded him to a full. But he grinned in a devilish smirk, still looking the fea over. Knife slams onto the ground, tossing dirt onto his thick black frame. Large dial tosses, and an ear-splitting scream tears at the quiet air, disturbing any peace forthwith. A flack of some kind of flying creature took flight in the tall grasses near by, and the devil grinned at the peace-killing.
Wanderer, what name are you called? he fouled from the depths of his chest, the words ringing clear from his maw with dark intent. [/color]
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Post by |*Storm*| on Jan 22, 2006 9:20:59 GMT -5
The harks of the filly pricked as she heard a sound,unsure at first of what it was,harks flickering this way and that. Seconds later she knew it was the beats of spurrs. She grinned and waited for the hellion to come. Her form was motionless,except for the rising and falling of her side s she breathed in the oxygen,and breathed out carbon dioxide. The wind was picking up,but it didnt feel of her storm. She looked to the west where she had seen her storm last,it wasnt there. She snorted but turned as she heard the beats nearly 'pon her,she watched the bronc slide to a stop and come back toward her. She smirked and looked at him. He looked weird,the mass of both arabian and her blood?wow....i didnt know somthing could be that ugly she looked at his mass with amusment flooding her chasms. She heard his words but didnt answer him. Her short attention span getting the better of her. She found herself circling him,looking at his chassis. She chuckled softly at the look of it but said nothing. Shackles brought her to a stop infront of the bastard. Her labrums parting to reveal her milky hued ivorns.Her ivorns had a tint of red tot he milky hued background. She killed all the time but still she was young. She summoned her chimes and let them twist and curl through the air,going in every direction.Touching all and tightening around their harks.
*'lo bastard,I be cursed....*
should she tell him her real name or the curse she went by?She wasnt sure,she knew if she was to tell him her real name she would end up being called that name. Shaking her pate of all thoughts.
*my curse be Storm,and your pathetic curse?*[/color]
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Post by ~/|Admin|\~ on Jan 22, 2006 10:30:04 GMT -5
Sooted demon snarled like a wolf, raising his thick dial to be even with the helleness. Grin thickened at the demoness. She thought he wasa pathetic? He was pure Friesian, thick bodied and powerful, not as quick as the Arabians for sure, but he made up for that.
Perhaps my dubbing is not important fea. he growled deeply, optics flashing hell behind his pools. But if you must know, my half brother is Tainted Curse, the foolish lead of the Neutrals. Knives prance on the ground as she circled him. I am Diablo. ((Sorry it's so crappy...))
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Post by |*Storm*| on Jan 22, 2006 12:17:14 GMT -5
She lsitened to him with a harsh gaze in her chasms. She heard his words her harks straining to hear the vocals of the bronc. She relized he was pure friesian but still couldnt help but think what da hell wrong wit' his mass? he still looked strange to her. She saw somthing shiny and looked at it,chasms sparkling with mischief. She started to walk closer but stopped looking back to the bastard. Not for approval but merely to listen to what he was saying.He told of his half brothers curse and she snorted in disgust of the mixed minded one.
*I care not of your mix minded half kin*
she snarled with the ferociety of a deadly predator. She could hear her thundering soul and looked up a grin spreading 'pon her maw,her storm,her soul was coming. She looked back at the bronc and waited for what he had to spit back at her. She inclined her dome slightly at the curse he was given. It didnt rattle fear intoher,after all why should she fear him? He had gave her nothing but amusment.
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Post by Valcon on Jan 23, 2006 22:02:31 GMT -5
The huge masculine form of Valcon stood downwind of the pair, he was of the Gypsy Vanner kin. Large and muscular if in captivity he would be used as a cart horse, but who could tame this vile creature of the shadows? None. His muscle rippled wildly under his black and white pelt like snakes wreathing to get free of the thick pelted prision. The black pupilless eyes of the male glinted with insanity as a taunting smirk spread onto his tainted white muzzle. Moving towards the blackened forms his head was held high with pride and the dominant stance of a King. Whinning lightly his half cast black and white mane flickered gently in the weak breeze that forced itself around the males muscular form. The scent of an approaching storm reached his nares as he moved closer and closer to the fae, his unusually large form becoming apparent.
His huge white pelt covered hooves made the typical steady beating rythem as he approached. Fear, It seemed to bleed out of the very ground the male walked on, it was though the unseen crimson liquid of his past victims bled from his white hoof prints. He didnt call or scream out to them, it seemed he was simply seen and there was no need for him to announce his arrival. When he came apon them he looked apon them with something like distain, yet his facade seemed to reek of the course imitation of a gentleman. "What be your curse's" he asked, his voice deep and it held the harsh rasp of nails being drawn down a black board and the pityful scream of a horse being brutally murdered. His flesh rippled as a fly landed apon his rump and his charcoal coloured tail flicked up to swipe it from his form. He stood looking at them expectantly his majestic form bold against the green of the field.
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Post by ~/|Admin|\~ on Jan 23, 2006 22:12:29 GMT -5
Diablo grinned at the vixen, his twisted thoughts corrupting his mind. She wouldn't care about his kin would she? Personally, he'd rather kill the cursed brute and be done with it, but he'd need status before it would mean anything to take on Tainted Curse.
As the other bronc entered, towers pin and sadonic grin vanishes into a twisted glare. Fangs bare in a grimance of hate. Hate for all broncs. They all go against you in the end. Even those you think are the cruelest and trust you with the deaths of many turn against you. Broncs he hated.
My curse be of no use to you. he spat. He took a step back and kept the bronc in full view, his pistons remaining stable once he finished his movements. Muscles tense in the younger bod, and pools flash in their copper likeness of his half-brothers.
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Post by |*Storm*| on Jan 24, 2006 8:15:06 GMT -5
Storm was waiting for the bronc to reply to her statement when the soft beat of hooves was heard over the distant thundering of her soul,her pate jerked in the direction of the sound. Her harks pricked forward and a twisted chuckle escaped her,whats wrong with his mass? she thought in an amused way.
She waited till he came to a stop and asked for her and the broncs curse. Distracted by the deformaty of the large mass that towered above her. Shackles took her in a circle she smirked and nipped at his flank keeping well away from striking range.
But drawing near when at his side,only to nip at him harshly once more. Stopping where she had once stood. She looked at Diablo and grinned shifting so she could see both the broncs. She didnt speak of her curse,she would let him figure it out. A thick quilt of clouds was coming rapidly toward them growing but she only grinned her harks pricked,distracted once mroe by her own soul.
Blinking and remembering she looked at the broncs,she was strange she knew and all would know it,but she didnt care. It made her unique and seperate from the other pregnant dogs that called themselves darks.
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Post by Valcon on Jan 24, 2006 20:23:01 GMT -5
Fire flashed in the Kings vision as they boh refused to tell him their curses, though the fae didnt say anything much at all the stallion did and Valcon snorted, "Your right" he stated, "What use would a loner like you be to me?" he asked. He didnt really need stallions, for in his herd he would be first to breed with the fae's of his choice. The other males could have what he left and their foals probablly wouldnt survive one night with Valcon roaming the territory. Watching the fae with his dark charcoal coloured eyes he nickered at the fae as she proceeded to nip his flank. The muscle under his pelt rippling away from the tickling nips that moved up his side. Feeling her bite a little harshly one of his hind legs kicked out in displeasure though it wasnt aimed at her.
Shaking his head his tangled split coloured mane flickered wildly. His head snaked out and he nipped the fae strongly once on her shoulder in return for all her little taunts. Holding his head high with pride he pranced around the fae, his dark eyes appraising her well built form, he needed mares with more size. He circled her slowly and catching the insanity in her eye he istantly knew her allience. Looking to the dark male he snorted, "What be your allience filthy one?" he spat at the male making his own name for the stallion who obviously wasnt going to tell him his real name. Standing beside the mare he snorted possesively, he wasnt going to let this unnamed stallion take he away.
Looking back to the mare he smirked with the same demonic gleam that was seen in her own, "Fae, What are you doing out here by yourself?" he asked his eyes meeting her's, his imitation of a gentleman obviously just an act, "All kinds of rif raf wander these parts" he chuckled and continued, "What I mean is, are you looking for a herd?" he said curiously before leaning down to graze absently on the green grass of the fields that his territory lacked.
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Post by |*Storm*| on Jan 24, 2006 21:31:20 GMT -5
Ebonite minx watched the bronc with interest. She chuckled turning her pate to Diablo for a split second,a grin of torment spreading cross her ebonite fecade. Her pate jerked slightly as she turned back to the other bronc.
She could tell he was looking at her but didnt care,she was pleased that she managed to get him to kick in displeasure. She let her torchered grin grow,she squealed softly as a firm nip was planted on her shoulder. Harks flew to her skull,ivorns bared she lunged at him. A strike of lightening lit the sky a bright blue hue for a split second before disappearing. She glared at the bronc with hatred filling her chasms.
Harks still flattened to her ebonite dome. Chains whiped around in the slowly growing wind. She smirked at his words to her. wondering why he cared why she was out alone? When he talked about rif rafs she spoke
*you mean like you?*
lyrics harsh and threatening,but held amusment in them as well. She nodded to his question,it was followed by a snort of disgust as she watched him knaw on the green turf. She hated the taste of it,liking only the flesh of living creatures with the delicious scarlet liquid flowing within them.
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Post by ~/|Admin|\~ on Jan 24, 2006 21:46:07 GMT -5
((I'm dropping Diablo, he's too cool to have a person w/o a muse. So, he may show up later. But, right now he's out.))
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