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Post by scouge on Jun 10, 2009 20:39:22 GMT -5
V I O S She was born a dark nothing else. She hated all others. She'd rather just tear there canvass apart in a short battle that she would win within instance. She saw many lights and nuetrals cirlcle the area bothering her. She bared her daggers at them giving a warning that she would attack at them.She was fet up with this crap. She broke into a slow gallop. Her strides were perfect with the howl of the wind.
She came into a land that was filled with the dust of death a fire took place here that was quite obvious. There were dead black trees on the ground they crumbled when i touched them slightly. Odly strange. Probably another battle took place here. Couldn't we just kill them and not our lands that we live off of god. |
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Post by x.fall_for_you.x on Jun 10, 2009 21:13:10 GMT -5
Muscles slid under the black velvet skin with ease; he was a moving statue sculpted from the finest onyx! Short neck was arched in pride, hairs glistening in the light cast upon every soul that choose to collect here. He watched, excitement in his eyes, as all the mares moved about unsuspectingly. Pleasurable thoughts came to mind, thoughts that would only cause pain for the female but fun for him. A few other stags cast him worried glances, as if afraid he would slip under their noses and steal away their females. But he wasn't here for a fight, no matter how swell the smell of blood was to his flaring nares. He was here for the finest treasure of all - females.
Yes, they were everywhere, but not all were worthy of his dazzling prescience. At least that's how it was in his mind. Dark brown optics seemed to hypnotize anyone pathetic enough to meet them, drawing them closer. Slipknot took his time looking over each mare he passed, but saw defects in every one. Some had goofy smiles on their faces, others trembling like they were in a vat of ice water, and still others were just lifeless. He wanted none of those, unless he absolutely needed them. He liked a bit of fun when it came to vixens...
Then he saw her. She was neither lifeless or trembling, with no goofy smile sealing her lips. She was simply there, unfortunately, for her, in his eyesight. Sixteen-point-two hands of pure arrogance and darkness began to make its way over to the bi-hued carcass. He seemed to hover over the Earth; the Frisian moved with such a grace he looked like a black floating ghost. Stealthy, silently, he stood before the female.
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Post by scouge on Jun 11, 2009 6:47:53 GMT -5
V I O S
Mare gave flick to her banner sending it in a wave like movement that lead the rest of her body to a flick of a shake. She looked around .... Good places for the darks. She heard unknown heels dabb the ground her thorns flickered down to her skull. Her narels flared to catch the scent of this horse. If dare be a a nuetral or a light she shall kill them she wasn't running games right now. She turned around swiftly. Stood before her a large fresian. She bared her daggers. Teeth shone in the darkness. She lightined up when she saw that the stallion was a dark.
She loosened up... The paint mare looked the stallion over nothing looked wrong.. Oh good pleasure might be in the mere future. She grinned. " Your name"?
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Post by x.fall_for_you.x on Jun 11, 2009 15:07:06 GMT -5
Cold wind ruffled his mane, hanging smartly over the left side of his thick neck. Muscles bulged as he arched it, deep vocals vibrating away from him in invisible waves towards the vix. He had seen that flash of darkness in her optics, making his inside flutter in excitement; even more so when she seemed to relax at the sight of him. Windpipe bellowed a low, handsome chuckle as he pranced up to her, not even bothering himself about the cold whether that was setting in. Her words reach him just a a single, small snowflake fell from the darkening sky. " Your name?"
A 'hmm' of fake thought rippled through the silence, slicing it like a razor blade. He allowed the silence to pick up once again, healing itself, and began to pace around the mare making sure to keep just out of the reach of her hooves. "Slipknot," he stated simply as he reached the other side of her neck, bringing his lips to graze her towers. "What would your curse be?" Lyrics were sung softly, but rough, almost emotionless.
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Post by scouge on Jun 11, 2009 15:17:51 GMT -5
Visual of the stallion looked normal something seemed strange about him. She took a deep breathe nothing felt like danger. " Well hello slipnot the names Vios". she snorted. She saw the stallion circling her only made a 180 making his way to her curviture of the shoulder she stomped the ground and snapped at him he was to close for now ...."The curse of my being is being alone with no love no home and a boring to god life". She said in a evil look. |
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Post by x.fall_for_you.x on Jun 11, 2009 16:02:27 GMT -5
Kissers parted, ghost of a smile clinging almost invisibly to them. Black lashes covered his eyes, blinking slowly, drawing her in. Brute could see that she was almost oblivious of the danger he posed to her, once more making his insides boil. " Well hello slipknot the names Vios." A small flick of his audits were the only sign that he was even paying attention to what the female was snorting at him. They pinned back a little in impatience, not able to wait until he could call this mare his own.
Her sudden burst of snapping teeth and pinned ears almost made him snap, but he quickly pulled himself together and simple chuckled at her feeble attempt to protect herself. He began once more to circle the female, this time in the opposite direction and at a slower pace. He warned her with his eyes and body language - if she tried to strike him, he would strike back. "The curse of my being is being alone with no love no home and a boring to god life."
Snowflake filled the silence between them, beginning to thicken and stick to his ebony body, making him look like the alter-ego of a dalmatian. "Well, I could fix that."
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Post by scouge on Jun 11, 2009 17:36:34 GMT -5
Could this be easy she held her back hind leg up. She smirked "i could fix that". He siad to her. She smirked at her thought.. " Well i just might have to take that offer that you have hannded me". She said in a snort razor voice striked through the cold blows of wind. |
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Post by x.fall_for_you.x on Jun 20, 2009 14:01:45 GMT -5
Wonderful! he thought as he moved towards her, ebony coat glittering with each muscle movement. " Well, I just might have to take that offer that you have handed me." Snort parted his nares, exposing the pink inside of them, and his eyes flashed darkly. "Than shall we set off towards home?" Tone was bare, yet seductive. To bad this mare didn't know she was going to Hell.
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Post by scouge on Jun 22, 2009 7:18:32 GMT -5
vios smiled. She trotted next to her love. She loved his yes love. although she new that love had many roads but she new for once she was on the right one not one that would kill her break her. She would tell her feelings this time. She nuzzled his neck walking to there new home.
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