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Post by espree on Nov 14, 2006 20:42:35 GMT -5
He snorted indignatly- sympathy was the last thing he wanted. His eyes travled over the Brujo, sizing him up. He thrust his chest outward, locking his legs in firm obstinance. again his glance swept to Azeria. If being Queen, being the only, is what you desire, Fair one, I promise your every whim will be fulfilled with great heart. True, we haven't talked, but words matter so little when you can see so clearly. I could know you without exchanging a single word. Are you happy here? For if you think life can be no better, then surely I am wasting my time, but if a shadow of doubt exists, then pray, tell me now.
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Post by azeria on Nov 14, 2006 20:46:56 GMT -5
the femme pinned her harks backwards, the brujo didn't know when to stop.
I am the only here. Being queen is not something that would give me the deciding factor on where to live. Tell me, without ever talking to me before, what is it that you know about me?
her breathing was hard due to her mild anger, her orbits burned with a coldness she had never had in her before. she let her attention waver from the brute and glanced back to rebellion.
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Post by collisian on Nov 14, 2006 20:51:14 GMT -5
eavedroppers laced to his skullery as attention had come upon the inturder. it was quite odd almost crazy this bronc would dare enter with such rediculous words. from the start to the end he sounded like a stalker, did this brujo even know anything of this minxen? that was how far from normal it seemed. though this was all so odd and unwelcoming Rebellion wasn't sure how to react. Azeria was starting to have a consersation with him, whether it sounded like she was interested or not he didn't know if he should impose a fight or let them go on and talk.
paperthins flared inhaling the most amount of oxygen they possibly could while visionaries focused on the nfamilar brute. with a snort the crimson warlock steped forward. still unsure of what he should say or do he turned to Azeria truthfully it was her choice. Azeria do you choose to talk to this stanger any further or should i let him know how unwelcome he is?
this was terribly troubling. Rebellion questioned whether Azeria would choose to go with this brute. sure they didn't know each other very much but they had had a good long converstaion in the valley. though her beauty was beyond many personality was so much more important. and weren't they beginning to know each other? like the swim? wasn't that a start. (older post, i deleted it by accident) visage nodded to Azeria he was glad she had choosen to stay. the other brute made him uncomfortable. it was quite akward having an inturder around trying to claim Azeria. well Azeria i'll be going to the lake then like i told you, i'll meet you there in a few moments i suppose, its right behind those trees, theres a path that leads that way
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Post by espree on Nov 14, 2006 20:53:45 GMT -5
His dark eyes fixed upon the ground, He gave a disheartend shake of his head, knowing he was fighting a losing battle. his voice was strained, he felt like a fool. I know you are of a kind nature, adventurous and shy in a sweet way. You will not be pushed around or stepped on, and I would go as far as to say you can be a bit jealous. You don't trust a stag unless things are done traditionally. His withers flicked in a distracted, nervous sort of way. Oh yeah, you love to swim. he added with a half smile.
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Post by azeria on Nov 14, 2006 20:56:40 GMT -5
an excited look crossed her tiara as the ess though about swimming and she spun on her haunches, facing them towards the new brute. the femme tilted her tiara. had he been stalking her? he had gotten alot of it correct.
i'm sorry.
the femme's vocals rang out.
but i already have a home, you should have spoke up in the claiming grounds.
//hey collisian, here or at the dive off falls?//
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Post by espree on Nov 14, 2006 21:05:52 GMT -5
He nodded, hardly able to speak. If that was not a confidence crusher, he didn't know what was. It was a bad Idea, he knew it from the start, but for some reason he had thought- no, hoped is a better word- that she would have givven him a chance. He didn't blame her for not wanting to leave, after all, it seemed like she had it all. he would go back home now, the thought cheered him up a bit- It was his home now. He didn't mind living alone- he had done so his entire life. After all, she was the first mare he had ever taken an intrest in. She was to good for him, he knew it, but a young Brujo can always dream a little. He turned and loped out, not daring to say another word. Maybe she would think of him.
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Post by collisian on Nov 14, 2006 21:06:23 GMT -5
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Post by azeria on Nov 14, 2006 21:08:34 GMT -5
the femme watched the brujo leave, feeling slightly sorry for him. a soft whicker released from her mug to rebellion, wondering which way he had gone to go swimming and whether it was in the terra, at the beach or at the falls. she turned, heading up the path he had pointed out to her and she plodded down the path, wondering what laid at the end.
//sorry muse died and i didnt know where to go to swim//
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Post by collisian on Nov 14, 2006 21:25:31 GMT -5
the drake glanced behind him his audits picking up the hoof beats of Azeria behind him. he felt nothing for the inturder, not because he was heartless but for the reason that hat brujo tried to take the only precious thing he had, Azeria. a few years ago his family had disapeared and he'd never had anything he'd care as much as Azeria. they didn't know each other very well but on the scale of everything he'd ever had close to him there was nothing, didn't that make Azeria all the more special? she was no jewel or prize to be shown off but a companion he'd enjoy company with and someone he believed he could trust.
flints moved a litte quicker as aqua came into his sight. he loped into the shallows splashing around for a few moments then a whicker escaped his muzzle to the belle ooc: sorry i gtg
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Post by azeria on Nov 15, 2006 16:04:36 GMT -5
her aerials perked upwards, hearing rebellion's whicker. pillars moved into a slow gallop. her mug cracked open and whinnied to rebellion as she moved into the shallow water and her gait slowed automatically. she came to the brute's side and nudged his shoulder, happy optics looking into his.
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Post by collisian on Nov 15, 2006 19:42:30 GMT -5
muscles rippled beneath crimson stained pelt. the aqua soaked his brawny mascu and he enjoyed the feeling of the cool water surrounding him. a nicker was released into the carbon in honestly contented tunes toward the vixen. his muzzle nuged her nape gently. he pulled on her forelocks playing for a few moments tugging her further into the aqua. the warlock half reared allowing ripples and waves to be made.
this brought back memories of the days his mother had taught him to swim. she had been careful and so caring. he had spent some of his best days with his dam as a colt. his homeland was a beautiful sight to see but all he could remember were the burning flames that had claimed the lands.
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Post by azeria on Nov 15, 2006 20:52:14 GMT -5
the femmora smiled, orbits watching the brute play in the aqua. she rested her mug on his shoulder contently, squealing in mock protest as he pulled her in farther. as he half reared, she dodged sideways, creating waves that broke into each other, and from that, created a small, upward splash of water. the pixie turned her tiara to look at the brute and her pillars pushed their way through the aqua to return to his side. with a contented sigh, she rested her crania upon his withers, tugging at his dreads gently.
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Post by collisian on Nov 22, 2006 21:04:44 GMT -5
he snickered playfully as waves crashed into his sides. he relaxed and calmed a bit as she rested her crania upon him. his muzzle nuzzled her nape gently. he ran his mug through her silky dreadlocks playfully tugging on them as he did so. bullwhip swished behind him as his deep dark visionaries watched her beautiful features
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Post by azeria on Nov 24, 2006 18:46:12 GMT -5
the ess felt him begin to play with her dreads and she chuckled, tugging on his in return. a contented sigh released from her nares and a smile played 'pon her features. the femmora began to massage his blades as the water lapped at her underbelly. a smirk crept onto her mug and she pretended to take a step backwards in the aqua and slip, her entire bod going under, sending a wave up and at him.
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Post by collisian on Nov 24, 2006 20:24:42 GMT -5
the crimson jock chuckled then as she sliped he dove in thinking it had been an accident. the aqua sung his visionaires under the water while the cool colored kingdom below the surface surrounded him. he searched for the silver ess trying to nicker for her but realizing only bubbles came from his vocals. once he found her he pulled her up by her tassels really just by possiblity.
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