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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 23, 2006 13:28:23 GMT -5
Spook
His light wieght body crasaded along the rocky turf. His eaves droppers swiveled to listen to the owls hoot on this cold dreadful night. His peltage shone black even with the moon beating down onto his form. He shifted his wieght to his hide and reared into the night sky, looking for Constantine. Once her returned on all four of his sharp flints he let out and erie tone of his vocals to Constantine. He hadn't spoke, much less seen his love in a while. He let his tones ring out again for the minxen.
His visions glanced around a bit insearching for any movement. The trees swayed along in harmony as the cool sticky sap dripped slowly off of their trunks. He turned to the creek that ran through the trees of this dark gloomy place. It rushed with water, but it was slow. He could see his reflection in the gaze of its waters. He saw his dark visions and the scar slashed across his deep neck. He struck the water with his flints and wheeled around with a grunt into the meadow surroded by trees. He once again rang out for Constantine. As he waited he pondard that saying the all said to him Time is running out, will you be there when it does?
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Post by collisian on Nov 23, 2006 13:40:36 GMT -5
Days past of complete boredom yet this young lass had stayed feeling as there was some hope for this place, in this life with Spook. Audits perked catching the bronc's deep and strong vocals. She stayed silent and took her precious time. They’d be even for she'd been waiting days for him to make his appearance sooner or later.
Whipcord flowed gentle behind her in her slow yet balanced lope. Dreadlocks elegantly blew back from the force that pulled them that way. Crimson peltage glowed with the same redness it always had. As depthless visionaries focused upon the drake she slowed to a walk and approached the warlock with the respect she had for her lord. Coming to his side she placed a harmless nip on his shoulder along with a nudge. Truthfully deep down she hated the loneliness she suffered from so much.
'lo Spook her hiss-like tunes carried a bittersweet tone to them yet her attitude was however in a good mood. She pressed her mug against the drake's muscular boa and inhaled his familiar scent. She nuzzled him affectionately.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 23, 2006 14:01:35 GMT -5
Her heard he entrance and the jocknickerd in a hissing way as she approched him. He dipped his strong heavyset skull to the ess as he spok in a icy yet loving way
It been long M'love and i have important news.
He would let her ask him what it was som he would make more conversastion with his ess. He loved her dearly. He nuzzled her with a firm muzzle as he looked into her depthless visions. He smirked as he awaited her response
//pittied posty but oh wells//
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Post by collisian on Nov 23, 2006 14:19:54 GMT -5
eavedroppers twiched showing her confusion to his mention of news. what possibly could have happened? so what important news do you have to tell? her lyri couldn't help but release a tune that allowed her interest to be apparent.
bullwhip swished behind her rump while her glowing visionaries layed upon the jock. dreadlocks draped along her muscular serpantine. beautiful features relaxed while her muscles managed to stay untense.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 24, 2006 21:29:19 GMT -5
Spook lipped loped out and crasded along the field in a hurry, twards the pond that lay just ahead. He smirked back at Constantine. She was more beautiful than ever, and he loved her alot, even if he did get another mare to join him and her, she would alwasy be his favorite.Catch up and i'll tell you, wrench He smirked and then quickend his pace upon speed. Pushing his wieght faster and faster ahead, his whicord high into the moon stricen air, and his nares flaring and inhauling the dense oxygon.
Lamo posty!for meez srryz
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Post by collisian on Nov 24, 2006 21:57:19 GMT -5
the contessa snorted watching the bronc flee. in seconds she was right after him only a few yards between them. her long whipcord flowing behind her as usual and dreadlocks waved behind her skullery. she snickered once she came to his side and placed a nip upon his shoulder. paperthins inhaled the natural scents of the meadows
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 24, 2006 22:09:47 GMT -5
He turned his gaze twards the on coming femmora. He sent a following nip to her playfully on her broad chest but then skidded to a stop, just along the bank of the cool aqua . Dreadlocks formed a flurry of bushles, but as he shook his Skull with a deadly force then fell flat onto the neck line of his long serpatine. He grabbed Constantines longing dreadlocks to pull her to a stop as well. He smirked and then spoke harsh and cold, letting his dark side show. Along side me or not, I plan to take over this palace of darks and become King, do you wish to follow as Queen?
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Post by collisian on Nov 24, 2006 23:16:47 GMT -5
she stoped gracefully. she squealed quietly yet playful in protest of his grip upon her locks. she tossed her tassels then looked at him. her eavedroppers taking in his serious tones. really? this would be most interesting. queen?? it sounded rather flattering but what would the difference be really? she'd still be a mare and a dark mare. it wasn't this anyone actually bowed down to her; yet she could be wrong. either way she was interested. if i didn't want to stay i would have already left what would stop me from following you know?
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 1:05:29 GMT -5
Spook
With a silent toss of his tightly set skull he let go of hwe flowing tassles. He gave a squeal along with hers and he slightly reared just enough o come off the ground. And when hs weight shifted to bring him back down and caught the femmoras tones, and replied quickly with his own lyrics. Honestly, i couldsn't imagen you leaving. he spoke a little harsh but not spattering in utterly disgust. He smirked and tossed his own dread locks into his face sheilding his visions in a mysterious sort of way
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Post by collisian on Nov 26, 2006 1:31:30 GMT -5
visionaries watched her breath flow along the carbon. turning her gaze to the stag she smirked. he couldn't imagine her leaving? it didn't seem likely to her. she supposed he didn't know how to show feelings yet niether did she at least not quite well. being a dark was confusing. sometimes you want to be soft yet the other may laugh at you for it. it wasn't an easy life.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 10:44:32 GMT -5
The warlocks gaze stood puzzled. did he say the wrong thing, He was such an idiot! i can't imagen you leaving? that was the dumbest comment you've made spook. The dark life wasn't all that easy, nor was learning it. Once you professed itit seemed easy then, well at eleast to Spook. He never really quite understodd the dark world, but he knew if he was going to be king than he must learn, and quickly.
With a sharp glance, the bronc deep lyris approchd the wrneched mare. I mean....... he looked nervous and not quite sure of himself, becauxse impressing this on was't an easy task, but he had to say something. I mean i like you too much and i would be a little upset if you left me.He smirked and grabbed the long dreadlocks pearched upon the mares delicate serpitine. He snickerd and then gave a buck out of confusement and joy, not inteding to hit anything.
//pitiful posty, is mine, hehe sry//
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Post by collisian on Nov 26, 2006 12:20:25 GMT -5
the crimson lass looked confused watching the bronc try and resay his words. she smirked but didn't laugh or try and imbaress him. she owed him that respect, why laugh when most others had the same problem? so she tugged on his forelock. her bullwhip swishing behind her. the cold winter winds surrounded them/ visipnaries glanced at the swaying trees and piles of snow. ooc: i'm sorry i am working up muse right now. i just woke up
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 12:49:21 GMT -5
With a small nip he, squealed at constantine as he saw the fresh snowflakes begining to fall. He rushed about dashing through the snow like he raced in it. He came back and got into a cutting stance as he squealed again at Constantine.[c] Come and get me![/b] and like a bullet he was again.
The snow churned beniethe his appendeges. The lumps clusterd into snowballs as the reast stood blanketing the frozen ground. For it was only fall but it was snowing and upon these times, wether he was dark or light, he charished the moments he spent in the snow. For only a year on the range, the young stallion was fierce and known, and hoped one day to become king.
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Post by collisian on Nov 26, 2006 13:10:35 GMT -5
the minxen's crimson pelt was soon covered in the ivory flakes. she watched as they fell on her muzzle. visionaries followed the warlock. really the chilly air made her feel too cold to move. with the winter air surrounding them. she charged forward anyway and chased after the bronc. a series of squeals and whinnies left her vocal chords as she got closer to Spook. once close enough she extended her nape and placed a harsh nip on his rump then darted off in the opposite direct. she headed into a cave enjoying some warmth it provided.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 16:02:01 GMT -5
//umm until we get done with our plott thing i don't think we should post here haha//
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