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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Oct 24, 2006 20:12:14 GMT -5
Secret
Rolling his visions at the stupidity of the ignorant bronc he scoffed at him. Serpatine arched he lurched forward and herded the ivory wrench out of the terrian. Fight me or lose the wrench you call Blue Ice He smirked with deep lyris. Musclui bod slamed into the other warlock and decaled the fight.
Go to death desert or something, sorry i was really bord so i am stealing a mare haha and i have no muse at the moment hehe you can make the psot when your ready
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Post by silverfire on Oct 24, 2006 20:57:01 GMT -5
Jersulem The slender, but powerfull fuscous stag waltz into the land he knew was not his. He quickned his pace so his task could quikly be done. He diligently serched the bewildered soil in serch for the colorless fae he had seen out the plains. Serching contiunued and he found what he was looking for. he slowly turned his pace to a whare walk toward what he thought as Blue Ice then a speedy lace escaped from his mug "Come with me" The lace was short and low pitched but it was clear enough for the message to soun clear. He impaitenly waited for the belle to reply.
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Post by daisygirl on Oct 27, 2006 20:16:09 GMT -5
She glazed at her choices. Blue Ice didn't know much about brujos but neither of them were allot to look at. her imagery shot back to the day she was unjustly taken advantage of. She vibrated her dial to erase all thoughts of that sunned. Her pistons grew tense. Her whole frame bolted toward the horizon. She began to dance faster....and faster...like a bullet through the chilled air. Her entire figure slowed. Not on her intentions of course. But after a while her shanks began to grow weary. She stopped. She looked furiously around for a place to hide. There was allot of foliage. But none quite colossal for her to hide underneath. As the light fadened the trees causing only faint figurings where they once were, she found a small hole in the nook of tree. Not much of hole really but more of a large indentation in the oak. With a covering of vegetation. It was more of Small cave carved into the mammoth sized oak. She had decided it. This was to be her home until she was found. Which was almost certian...but maybe not quite as quick.
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Post by mystic on Nov 2, 2006 5:31:40 GMT -5
Encore looked at the stags. His mother had never let him fight. but it was in his blood, his fathers. Why should he fight the stag? The lady was here on her own mind. This was her place until she didnt wont it to be. Why should i fight?
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Post by silverfire on Nov 3, 2006 21:08:09 GMT -5
Jersulem
The tanned brute smirked to the clueless steed. [Who would ever ask a question of why we should fight? It was an art I was taught by my so called father. I rember his teachings vividly but never thought of using them, but i do rember saying once never back from the battle. So that is what I shall do.] The enchanter quickly choose his toungue and syings then laced to the stag "I say to fight for the femme you have, Blue Ice" His plume twithed then he felt his xptheres flaring.
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