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Post by collisian on Oct 31, 2006 17:52:21 GMT -5
the crimson lass moved gracefully across the terrace. her slender figure could be seen miles away for her flame kissed pelt shone as bright as ever against the little sun rays that broke threw the clouds. bullwhip swayed around her hocks as she walked in silence.
her paperthins inhaled the scents of others. had Spook claimed more than just her? she was curious but she'd figure out sooner or later.
gentle notes escaped the harlot's vocal chords calling the warlock that claimed her. audits swiveled searching for a response while her visionaries searched for the bronc
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Oct 31, 2006 19:57:54 GMT -5
He gently Let his appendeges stream out onto the soft turf. He let his lengthy Appendeges stride out onto a 3rd beat in slowing motion. Visions sharply hit the crimson figure in the distance. Tempo fastend into a stamering gallope as he felt the muscles rip, with the intentions of building new ones. He slid to a hault in the distance of touch from the minx Constantine. He lipped her crimson dreadlocks with no intentions of harm. He let a smirk come to his emotionless facile but let the harem of his eavesdroppers lay to rest on the back of his skull, witht he easing position of quite lightish way. He dentals struck her jaw with greeting, drawing no liquid. He nudged her arched Serpatine and let his Mahogany peltage shine gracfully next to her crimson peltage that shone like the rays of the sun. He spoke deep and let his song end with no Sudden Movements or bodile language.
Well, do you like the turf we now stand on? But there is something about it. There seems to be a warlock and his pregnant dog along the line of steal, i won't allow of it, but he persists since it twas his fathers land. I laugh and scorn but no use. I know no to ask but i do, lets show them the way out shall we?
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Post by collisian on Oct 31, 2006 21:30:42 GMT -5
her mug nuged the musculine in return. visionaries traced his large bulk. inturders? why would any one inturd any way. it was just a terra no different from all the others. either way hat did she care for inturders. so are you going to fight this other brute? dentals ran over his nape grooming him while awaiting his reply.
bullwhip swayed boredly while her oculars focused on the hadnsome facade of the jock. crimson pelt became darker with the night's darkness. her depthless occuli shined as the moon rested above them. ooc: sorry for the lame post. it like terrible. i'm working up muse so hopefully there will be some better ones
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 2, 2006 17:23:06 GMT -5
With a flick of his blackend whip, he spoke into a deep short tone. I am not one for first moves, you know thats, M'lady. He said gently but harsh and stern at the same time. His movements were relaxed, but his visions showed weary, and timidness. He had never done tis before, this other warlock had, but he wouldn't back from a fight, it took two to fight anyways.
Winds whrilled around the tips of his eavesdroppers. With emotionless facile he looked beyond the deamonized mountians. He looked indefinatly. He stood strong and ready. He spoke to Constantine with a stern vocal. But, there isone problem, the wrench with him. Visions narrowed. He couldn't fight the wrench, he wasn't that dark. Sure he could force her, and beat her up a little, but to wear her crimson liquidi upon his structure, was something he shouldn't do. But he may have to....
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Post by collisian on Nov 2, 2006 17:41:38 GMT -5
no i didn't know that, and so what if he doesn't waht to fight? it sounds like neither one of you wants to fight. may be you should offer him beta or threaten him out of the land; if he refuses to leave then do your worst upon him. when he mentioned the wrench she wondered if Spook would force her as Misfortune had forced the light queen. she didn't think she was jealous, no she never had that much feellings for Misfortune to feel that but she was disapointed he'd do such a thing, thruthfully she pitied him all in the end
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 2, 2006 18:18:35 GMT -5
Spook rolled his visions. He had the ability as almost all broncs like him did, to force the liitle minxs that follow their mates. He didn't care. He wouldn;t go that low. His thingy wasn't for punishment, but for enjoyment, for him and the mate. he rolled his visons again and kicked out at nothing, just plainly having the urge to do so. His eavesdroppers slashed back, As Spook pondared. Well, Betta would be nice to have around i guess. He smirked in the thought. Two strong broncs as themselves would bea great band. They could win almost every fight and they would be able to become a great band, with each wrench along side their drakes. He nudged Constantine with little force . He rested his dished face against her smaller spinal.
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Post by collisian on Nov 2, 2006 19:14:26 GMT -5
the contessa nodded though still not caring much about the topic. good so see if he's interested in betta she nuzzled his shoulder emotionlessly. she must have beena pain to be around, she was always bored and not quite as accepting to mates as most vixens were. she wondered if Spook was considering kicking her out or not. just a thought she had wondered about
she nibbled his dreadlocks after nudging his nape with her visage in boredness. nostrils flared searching for a hint that would tell her the season.
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