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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Oct 31, 2006 18:06:22 GMT -5
Spook never touched the drake. He was too mighty for that. With his 2 year gain on the caniving puny bronc, he had the advantage. He tucked his mighty skull underniether his arched neck and then extended it into a bobbing postion. Eavesdroppers were pricked to catch the broncs movements for attack. He watched the little minx also. his Smirk pressed his lips to from it as he spoke deep and powerful. I didn't touch you bronc, and i don't make first moves. He glared sternly as his forhead toched the other draks. his chest stuck to his, darkend byy the recent rain. He Glared and shifter his weight forward onto the drakes sepatine so he was bond to stumble back. He looked sternly and glared. Continue this is the desert? Hashly spoken lyri made the drake almost quiver but he stood his ground anf slash his eavesdroppers to the back of his skull.
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Oct 31, 2006 19:12:41 GMT -5
ooc: yo. thats a pretty good post tear drops!!!! minxen half-reared, she was on her toes and ready for anything. eavesdroppers flickered in
many directions before pricking at the bronc before her. her glassy orbs never left this
brute. she noticed him watching her and she smirked again. she felt like smarting off, but
decided not to. better let lash decide this one. audits flickered and her boa arched. whipcord
lashed violently at her sides, a sign she was annoyed. she glared at the brujo, his last
words pissed her off. her audits laid back against her skull, occuli looked almost red. she stood
ready, but glanced at lash.
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Post by collisian on Oct 31, 2006 19:36:10 GMT -5
ooc: sorry i mis read your first post i thought you said he was attacking. i do not want to fight two brutes at the same time. lol i got another charrie fighting already the obsidian masculine could only chuckle nor would he attack first. why was there much need to attack in the first place? truthfully they had returned home this brute just was hear before them. perhaps they could make an arrangement of some sort, Lash even thought it swell to ask for betta of the land. he didn't care for being lead it wasn't like this bronc had anything he wanted other than this land and all Lash wished to do was live here. however he'd not do nothing about this. he needed to decide if he'd fight for the land his family had protected or he'd allow this other stag to take it. i'm afraid there is no reason for the desert. i intrude so you think there is need for battle? perhaps there is but you stag jump to conclusions too fast. he needed more time to think and a few minutes should do him well.
Whiplash wa snothing of a small or immature brute. he was tall but not quite slender or anything like a twig. tall and strapping he had been even before maturity but with a few years he had grown into a full jock and this little stag was not to scare him off. muscles rippled with each movement under his sleek lucid pelt and his eyes gazed not quite glared at the other brujo
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 2, 2006 17:48:37 GMT -5
His forhead pushed further into the other drakes. He was become aggitated by the broncs sudden questions. He should just kill him now. Or send him on his way.The drakes lyris escaped harsh and cruel. Jock, the only conclusion i have made and jumped on, is the twit in my terrain. He spoke softly so the wrench wouldn't catch the vibrations. He let the weight he pushed against the other broonc settle and release. He back slowly and kept his serpatine arched with his smug velvets tucked in. He then quickly extended with his dentals open. He struck the broncs sepatine, the under part of it, and then slashed back into the position of what it used to be. He simply drew litttle crimson liquid but it was more of a warning. Get out.
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Post by collisian on Nov 2, 2006 18:14:32 GMT -5
ooc: you realie that was power playing right? the drake stepped back from the hellion before he did. they weren't bulls or rams he had no interest in having his head next to the other's. he didn't play little games like that. i'll agree on that with you, this terra is too good for a twit like you to rule it so you get out he doged the fool's attacks without effort seeing no reason for blood to be drawn. this warlock just though he could make himself look tougher and bigger if we drew blood first and demaned things.
only a second did the ebrone brute turn to glance at Retta to speak to her. go to the beach his tones were not rude or demanding, she was not his property but he didn't want her in harem's way. the lord only knew there was no defense against a force breeding why risk birthing this stag's lamb.
look brute, i have no need to take your terra unless we can not agree on something. just a few years these lands were mine. who deserves them isn't up to us. look if you give me positions as beta or at leats the right to live hear then there can be peace. we will not bother you or ever get in your way. a matter of fact we could spilt the terra
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 2, 2006 18:30:34 GMT -5
ooc: opps sry i didn't mean to, sry!
With a glimpse at the broncs step back he hesitated and pitched his eavesdroppers forward. He pawed out and stamped his flint. The only Twit here is you, and i will not get out of my land. He glared, This bronc was aggrivating. He spat. His exhaul was loud and obnoxious. He narrowed his wide brown visions at him. Of coase he wouldn't touch the wrench, that the other harem had as his own.
You may be the betta if you can prove you are worthy enough for the job. Figure out a way to impress me, and make my mind change it's thought about me, maybe i will give you the time of day.
ooc: don't you think you playing Constanite AND Lash, in the same herd would be hard to play?
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Post by collisian on Nov 2, 2006 19:07:25 GMT -5
ooc: yes it will be but my plan is to just have lasha dn retta live here its not like i plan or them to become freinds with spook for something. i just want lash to live here well its not really for us to decide whos a twit or not he was amused how the drake reacted to his words. it was entertaining when others get anoyed or mad. the obsidian bronc chuckled listening to the hessian's words prove myself? the brute's words were laughable. first how how was he going to prove himself? by rapping some vix or killing some foal? he wasn't too educated on impressing dark lords. if he were lookign for a betta he'd look for loyalty and someone trustworthy.
well alright then if that is your choice sure the jock might as well think about it. he didn't care for pleasing this brute or not all he wanted was to live in this land all it was was land to this male nothing more
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 2, 2006 20:49:02 GMT -5
He stood strong and tall. To his highest peek. Towering over the smaller bronc. His visions narrowed. He had enough. He let his movemetns and body language shwo he had enough. With further adue, he lurched onto the the hellions spinage and let his wieght fall upon him. The bronc had no choice but to fall. Be glared annoyed. He reared high into the oxygon filled ari. Weight constantly shifting. He turned his hide and sent his two sharp back hawks twards the smaller and younger bronc. He made the motions almost faster than light, the bronc couldn't escape. His dentals barred and he planted them, Hard, into the black peltage the youngin had, and clamped hard. He swung his skull in the oppisite direction, pulling the tugh skin from it's place easily. He exhauled, the carbon from his lungs. Sweat had darkend this bronc easily, but his sweek peltage only showed strength and honar, with a musculi form burging from the inside to the outs. He narrowed his visions and spoke two simple orders. No demands. Get out.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 2, 2006 20:49:55 GMT -5
//wait, what about Constantine? arn't you going to play her?//
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Post by collisian on Nov 2, 2006 23:04:04 GMT -5
ooc: yes i am stil going to rp constantine. and Teardrops that is powerplaying again. and whiplash is very tall, strong, and he is not even young. and i don't understand why spook just told him to get out. all whiplash said was that he'd do it. and he's going to think of a way to "prove" himself
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 2, 2006 23:11:39 GMT -5
ooc: i am soooooo confused
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Post by theft on Nov 2, 2006 23:51:26 GMT -5
ooc: do u mind if i reply? i believe i have a right to, i have just as much history to the bloody meadows as any one does so *hmph* lol
The flame of meadows had died long ago, and now only the cold present lingered in what should be the hot legacy's land. Rebel carried first hand the blood of miscelanious chaos and knew she had every right to know what became of the land she lived for and loved. She spectated the present critically, They want to be dark? If anyone knew how a dark horse lived it would definately be Rebel. For many years she lived in fear of it, yet again her shrine was really no "dark" place afterall. A shrine, and nothing more. Infact, she laughted back at what she tried to accomplish at any place aside from the Meadows; she laughted at her failure as though it was that of another horse and could not be dealt with. Oh the radical glee that was persistant in Rebel's heart, that was the true flame of the Bloody Meadows. For some reson her kin didn't die without a fight and stuck around the eart too long to be accounted for. Her family's eyes have been whitness to things they should of died before they ever dreamed of seeing- but who knew- that the Bloody Meadow's Legacy would carry this far.
It was not that she loathed those who were present, rather she scowfed at them like a true mare would. "Ha!" Rebel shouted at them off froma distance. Wheather they heard her or not she didn't know and frankly didn't care, "Do you think you'r getting anything accomplished by bickering?" Only then she emitted a horrific whinny, that mocking laughter that rang with such a bell it seemed almost intolerable. She snorted, her tail whisking at her hocks. She was going to stand her ground, and mayby even be ignored.
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Post by collisian on Nov 3, 2006 19:58:32 GMT -5
the obsidian warlock reconized the minx the first second he saw her. he remembered that bright crimson pelt and the roman muzzle. he had seen her long ago at least a more than a few years when he was just a colt. bickering? who was bickering? Whiplash was only laughing at the other brute's words really.
the jock didn't wuite understand why the minx was speaking though. she had every right he supposed but what was she really saying? of coarse they both knew nothing would eb done by "bickering" or the little chatting they had been doing. simply Whiplash didn't much care, nor did he care for this brute at all. he had been enjoying his time with his ess. were they even realy bothering the brute? they hadn't even marked their scent any where. they had been visiting they land they had lived in. he didn't think it was so bad to even let him stay in the terra. what did this brute think he'd do?
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 12, 2006 16:15:43 GMT -5
The long Mahogany apendeges stode infrount of the bronc, after they backed out of range. He soon caught the glance of the two pittiful wrenches and the one bronc who seemed to think he was welcome. Spook knew the warlock proclaimed into his land with the other minxen, but the way he looked at the crimson minx that walced into his land, really showed he loved that one more than the other. Clearly this was amusing to spook just as much as he wanted to kill the other bronc.
His seemingly sly movements reached to the broncs side. His lyris were dark and gloomy as they always were, but just a hint of sarcasim want in his vocals to. Long thoroghbredic muzzle was extended so all could hear him clearly
Honestly jock, if your going to have your little love-fest, do it somewhere where would blend in, somewhere where someone acutaly cares
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Post by collisian on Nov 12, 2006 18:48:18 GMT -5
"but the way he looked at the crimson minx that walced into his land, really showed he loved that one more than the other"ooc: that doesn't make sense to me. Whiplash has seen Rebel when he was a colt. it was a mere memory he had. there are no feelings concerning love or lust for Rebel. i can promise you that. the lucid bronc chuckled. this brute didn't understand anything. for now i shall leave but this will not be your terra forever that you can be sure of it wasn't because he was scared, and it wasn't because he was exactly lazy. there was no point in putting up with this brainless stag. Whiplash annoyed him anyway and as much amusement he got out of that it soon would bored him. the tall brawny musculine nickered to the dappled ess and soon departed. the crimson lass may do as she pleased for she wasn't much of his business now was she?
with his long silky ribbions waving in the breeze and flowing out behind him his lucid mascu was gone over the little hill tops that could be seen across the land.
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