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Post by Queen Of Solitude // ¬ on Apr 24, 2006 21:54:58 GMT -5
You wish with your deepest desires, your heart and your soul and it doesn't come true. Kinda sucks doesn't it? Thats what I learnt all those years ago, simple wishing doesn't do the trick...You have to go out there and get what you want....
The birds seemed to almost stop singing for a whole minute, the earth seemed to be holding its breath...waiting...watching. The darkening sky overhead threatened rain, and thunder rumbled like a hungry stomach. The air seemed motionless and thick, a gentle thud, thud, thud tore against the earth.
A few moments passed and the noise got a little louder, no one knew what to expect. For there were so few horses around there wasn't anything to expect anyway. A drop of water soaked into the ground and it seemed almost to start the sky off. Water from all four corners of the sky seemed to collapse that fateful day. The day when Temptation arose.
Her coat was of the goldenest chestnut possible, her mane lavished attention on hung by her side glimmering lifelessly. Her lean legs carried her body miles at a time, and never seemed to tire, her tail held high, her surrendering flag to the stallions around. Eyes so brown they almost looked red, and her body bunched and relaxed each step she took.
The sky seemed to get darker as she entered the terrain from the border lands, the birds seemed to stop singing at all, and the rain seemed to pound the earth harder, or was it your imagination? Darkness seemed to be set in every inch of the fatale, from her blood brown eyes to her pitch black hooves she walked with an air of confidence, not many seemed to have, and a strange vibe of darkness to her.
A soft melodic cry that at first seemed soft to the ears, before burning your hearing erupted from her, a devil in disguise many would say. She was more then a pretty face, however she knew she wouldn't survive a fight with a 3000 pound friesian. Sheza Temptress or Temptation knew that wits, looks and seduction had got her this far, she should be still be able to rely on it.
The cry stopped and the earth almost breathes a sigh of relief, Temptations eyes now held an icy glare, and her ears flickered uncertainly. A firey vibe almost erupted just then, but with a sickening smirk she turned on her heel and waited in the shadows.... |
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Post by |.:|Ocean|:.| on Apr 24, 2006 22:06:51 GMT -5
..Thudding treads of a hellion enter upon the realm.
malerkies are laced to his skullery,
sneer upon his ivorite visage..
Scythes lash the sacred domain's geo, slight sneer truely tainting his visage.
Lappets were stitched tightly to the zenith of the brute, but they slowly,
smugly, pricked forth, flickering at the trudges and such of the contessas.
Perhaps he had come for love, maybe simply, or most
likely the hellbender was bored. Aye, boredom could drive a brute to rather
"desperate" measurements.
Russet stained visionares fell upon the harlot, the thin
'brow' line of the stag raising slightly. Ivory tresses secluded his visage
as appendiges halted his creeping motions, snort flaring his paper thin
cresents rather smugly. |
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Post by Queen Of Solitude // ¬ on Apr 25, 2006 15:46:35 GMT -5
No point wishing he won't go away, like what I said before, to get what you want, you gotta do all you can
The sky almost cleared up from overhead, but the presence of another dark seemed to almost make all the clouds come back. The birds twittered softly now, though one icy glare from one or the other would've shut them up for good.
A few moments passed and the stag came closer, much to Temptations disdain, she pawed the earth in agitation and then blotted out her feelings well. He looked to smug for his own good.
"Ah great, a smug little dark to start the party....full of himself jerk"
She said dryly, speaking the last part so low only she could hear it. Ears flickering and sneer back on her face, she topped it off with an extravegent bow
"Greetings m'lord, i am oh so honored to be in your presence"
Her words were obviously dripping with sarcasim, she raised her head and stepped back, cold eyes piercing gaze staring at him. She pawed the earth again, lets see what this stallion does shall we?
Still wrapped in the shadows she stepped out, blood coat almost lifeless, she snorted sharply and laid her ears back on her head. |
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Post by |.:|Ocean|:.| on Apr 25, 2006 19:19:11 GMT -5
His emotionless facade glared upon the
corpse of the minx, yet a s slight smirk played his
tainted visage, his malerkies fell
into their graves as she spoke, her words
obviously filled with
sarcasim...great another bxtch to
mess with....why isn't there anyone good
around? He tipped his dial mockingly in fake
'respect', as an eerie wind blew across
the lands ending his tassels flying madly, a
bored snort escaped his
paperthins as he shook his peltage smirk fading
from his facade as emotionless began
to take over once more
"Lo wench"
Lyrics replied harshly as his facade carried
no emotion, his corpse still
"And my i ask the cursing of such a fine fae?"
Lyrics spat sarcastically, he could be just as
sarcastic as any stuck
up minx...his 'brow' was raised, by that
was the only sign of emotion
the brujen allowed forth ebony visionaries staring
into hers, though burning
a hole in her corpse.... |
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Post by Queen Of Solitude // ¬ on Apr 26, 2006 0:01:57 GMT -5
(no muse sorry  )
Fae recoiled as if she had been burnt, a slight hiss arose from her throat as he pratically spat out the words. His charms and mask did not fool her
"Sarcasim is such an ugly color on you my dear, and what would be the name of this charming stag"
A false smile played upon her features, head held high and she returned his hard gaze with a look of expectance
"I am dubbed Sheza Temptress, Temptation....to....horses like you, but I do not have to be a bxtch if you don't want me to"
Her voice could almost pass for a purr, eyes glittering with mischief and a cold smirk danced upon her blood features. Flicking her tail in defiance she snorted sharply and lowered her voice to a hiss
"I could be anything you want me to" |
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Post by |.:|Ocean|:.| on Apr 26, 2006 13:59:27 GMT -5
Nod of his zenith was given rawly to the
harlot slight smirk forever
staining his visage. As ivory corpse neared, motions
ceased abruptly, sending a
heavy shower of rubble into the atmosphere
around the ghastly demonic form
before the minx. Brows rose, slight
chuckle exiting his chassi, the minx could see
it as a snicker or a sign of pleasure, he nayn't
care, could go either way.
I be Ice, Ruler of Draqs
Lyrics coursed forth, but perhaps this riot
hellion would begin to trust
the femenine, to respect. But first, the
fatale herself would have
to give such a thing; respect. |
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Post by Queen Of Solitude // ¬ on Apr 26, 2006 21:16:49 GMT -5
Eyes slightly narrowed as he stated his title, in her opinion he made it sound too obvious. Sighing inside to herself she raised her head, bent her foreleg and dipped her head in acknowledgment to his title, cringing. Oh she knew he was enjoying this, for a dark bowing in submission to another was like giving up your own freedom.
Gaze arubtly left the ground and back up to the stag, she raised her blood tinted tail, it was her flag, her surrender sign. But her hard gaze may have eased slightly or even flickered with a drop but she was losing her freedom, every mare did. Whether she liked it or not.
Her dark eyes looked him over one more time, he was a white stag, in lights that would usually make a horse look heavenly or something, but in darks you would probably be more of a ghost then an angel. She almost snorted in laughter at an own private joke.
Raisnig her head again her gaze stared icily around her, the birds still chattered softly, gossiping no doubt. Temptation felt a sudden urge to kick them all. The sky was darkening, and the trees looked dead as no breeze picked them up, the sky was overcast and trapped the stars above. With a cold smirk she felt satisfied with the area.
She spoke again in a low, cold hiss, a cold smile twitching the corners of her lips
"It's a pleasure to meet you Ice"
Her voice dripping with a hint of sarcasim but she dared not say anything more, knowing her head could be the next kickball, or her tail the next hair extensions. She felt her luck had been pushed enough, not to mention keeping herself calm. She grimanced slightly again, suddenly aware of how close he had come
(Gotta make it interesting  ) |
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Post by |.:|Ocean|:.| on Apr 27, 2006 23:21:43 GMT -5
Brows rose, slight
chuckle exiting his chassi, the minx could see
it as a snicker or a sign of
pleasure, he nayn't care, could go
either way. Slight grin plastered his visage
before vanishing yet
again, soft emotions not very common
with the hellbended until respect
was earned both ways.
Well met.
Lyrics scoffed forth, skullery
mockingly tipping yet again
in respect. Yes, mock, but usually
would be down right cruel. To him, this was a
growing respect, but growth could
stop easily. Very easily. |
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Post by Queen Of Solitude // ¬ on Apr 28, 2006 3:35:48 GMT -5
Quitting
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Post by |.:|Ocean|:.| on Apr 28, 2006 7:47:06 GMT -5
why?
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