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Post by promise on Oct 10, 2006 19:04:13 GMT -5
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I slide to a stop an turn my mass around. Lifting my front daggers from the floor i let out a bellow for Wing.
| lame, sorry. |
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Post by wing on Oct 10, 2006 19:15:53 GMT -5
Wing [/i] Achromic siren stalked quickly into her new home and moved forward at the call of her new toy. As she moved forward on long graceful pillars her dial was held high defiance dancing in her occuli. Halting before the stag she took on a defiant yet seductive pose teasing him yet her glare was meant to keep him at bay. "Hello Pacilon, your land is quite nice.[/center] |
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Post by promise on Oct 12, 2006 21:06:25 GMT -5
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I ignore her glare an step close to her side. I nip once at her silken belly and once more at her shoulder.
hmmm...
I reply to her comment. I nip at her chin hoping it set her off. I like it when she gets mad.
I forgot to mention... You'll be lead.
I scrap my stained ivories cross her cheek before adding..
unless I find another that fits the spot better.
I only say this as a inside joke.
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Post by wing on Oct 14, 2006 19:12:03 GMT -5
Wing [/i] Blackened orbs stared coldly at the stag as he steeped up and nipped her lip. She didn't react as he continued speaking, when his ivories met her stomach her skin shivered in the difficulty it was taking her to control herself. Once he went to her cheeck she gave a soft snort her auds pinned down close to her dial before spitting venom filled words toward him. "I doubt you will find one more qualified then me" With that she took a few steps away from him her defiant powerful posture returning as she watched him her auds relaxed and a serene calm came over her most of the anamosity gone.[/center] |
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Post by promise on Oct 14, 2006 19:17:45 GMT -5
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I chuckle an blow a quick snort from my nares. A slim smirk crawls my mug as I watched her with dark green orbs.
Probably not.
I flick my whipcord bordley 'bout my haunches before making a wide circle round the dove.
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Post by wing on Oct 14, 2006 19:26:03 GMT -5
She watched boredly as the stag circled her before her defaint powerful slipped past her mug. "Well Pacilon do you know of anything to do around here?" She watched him for a few moments as she awaited his reply her whip slashing boredly at her flanks |
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Post by promise on Oct 14, 2006 19:34:43 GMT -5
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I stop before her the smirk still in place.
look around dove... What do you see?
The truth was, there really wasn't anything to do, that he could see anyway.
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Post by wing on Oct 18, 2006 19:25:28 GMT -5
She gave a haphazard glance around, she already knew there was nothing here. A seductive smirk came to her labrums her dark orbs shining mischievously. She wasn't one to be taken advantage of but she liked to toy with her stags like dangling a carrot in front of their face and right before they bit it, yanked it away. "Hmm...Well shall we make up something to do?" The words slipped past her kissers like velvet as she circled the stag making a point to brush her alabaster pelt against his as she passed. The smirk remained upon her features and her darkened orbs burned with a mischievous flame. |
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Post by promise on Oct 18, 2006 19:42:52 GMT -5
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A thought comes to mind as I return the doves micheavious smirk and nip out at her. my stained ivories scrap harmlessly over her milky side an I take a final nip at her rump.
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Post by wing on Oct 18, 2006 20:02:39 GMT -5
The alabaster fea gave a light snort as the stags ivories passed over her pelt. Dancing easily away from him she gave an alluring pose but kept her distance from him so she could move to protect herself if the need be. The defiantly fiery smirk rested upon her features as her blackened flaming orbs looked upon the stag.
(Do you think you could make your posts a little longer? It is hard to reply) |
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Post by promise on Oct 18, 2006 20:09:08 GMT -5
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I chuckle at her retreat. I jump forward , easily reaching the dove's back legs with a nip. My mug slides down her inner leg with a gentle snort. I move to her side an nibble on her under belly. Working my way to her facade, I nip gently in spots an nibble in others. I watch her carfully as I do this, making sure I won't get a kick from her.
| ya, I'm sorry. Well I have to get of at the moment, I should be on later. |
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Post by wing on Oct 19, 2006 18:52:01 GMT -5
A small smirk crept to the sirens features as he believed he had caught her with the nip to her back legs. In reality if she had wanted to she could have easily sidestepped and slammed a powerful dagger into his head. But she was playing with him and she didn't enjoy injuring he toys this early in the game since they never seemed to want to participate again. A small snort escaped the countesses paper thins as she danced back away from him and then went into a tight circle around him her dainty arabain carcass smaller than his as she pressed her pelt to his. Unbannounced to him her small frame held plenty of strength to be used if ever needed. The smirk continued on her features yet her darkened coal eyes where still alight with that usual strong inextinguishable flame of defiance. |
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Post by promise on Oct 19, 2006 20:09:34 GMT -5
| Pacilon | I eye the dove as she circles figuring she probably has a game shes playing. One where he was just a mere piece needed to be knocked out. A smirk crawls is mug at the thought, he liked games. I step before her an swing my facade so my nose wacks her chin, its done in a playful manner, not hard enough to hurt but not quite gentle. My nares flare as a snort excapes them. I look down an over the dove. She stood smaller than he, but he knew she was powerful all the same. A brow raised at the great look of defiance that was always lingering in her gaze. One that had micheavious thoughts swimming his skull. |
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Post by wing on Oct 19, 2006 20:24:50 GMT -5
The defiant strong willed smirk rested upon the sirens grey mug her fiery defiant gaze never leaving him. As his dial swung to slap her in the chin she gave him a look of slight surprise but it evaporated quicker than it had come and probably wasn't seen by the stag and if it was probably would doubt is own mind. A moment later while she continued to lazy circle him her bodice launched side ways slamming into him without warning. It wasn't hard and more of a playful movement like his slap to her chin. The mischievous powerful look never left her pose or lanterns, yet she seemed to give off a graceful delicate air as she chuckled and danced to the side away from him to see how he was going to react to her ram to his side. Thoughts continued to click quickly through her cranium as she thought of more ways to pick on him. |
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Post by promise on Oct 19, 2006 20:45:40 GMT -5
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A look of surprize tickles my facade, much like hers had earlier, or so I thought. I make no effort to hide it an it turned quickly into a glint of wickedness. I bare my ivories at her mockingly before jumping at her. I toss my dial to her side hard enough to cause her to stumble, but only slightly. All my actions were playful, and I was sure she knew. I flashed her a wicked grin an hop to the side before she could reach me.
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