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Post by theft on Sept 28, 2006 19:06:28 GMT -5
Amazons are a cunning allience, no? They are not 'clicky' like you might think And nor does it mater if you are Light Or Nuetral Or Dark So who, might you ask, is Lady Doscenair? No one of any signifigance of course Only the abandoning mother of Rebel The second queen of Amazon Terrain Here are where all sweat ladies reside When they can't find shelter Or a decent stallion Or are all 'round pethetic That would describe "Doscenair" fair enugh
But this is a new dawn for the Amazons When Queen Rebel uncovers the long lost sancuary Of mares far and wide Who take a noble stand Away from any 'allience' To unite in this tropicanna haven Rebel trumpets a shrill and welcoming command For all mares who are lost Hurt Pethetic And those who are strong Noble And likewise My Rebel To come forth into this thicket To be bound as one nation The New The Powerfull The Unfailing [glow=brown,2,300]Amazon Nation[/glow]
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Post by life on Sept 29, 2006 19:11:24 GMT -5
Like a ghostly apperition, the painted vixen entered. Dial hanging low, she strode towards the other mare. This was the summoner; the one who'd called her here. It had been her voice that had saved her from the depression of losing everything; her love, her son...even her soul. Ticking a hoof lightly against the frozen ground, she snorted lightly as her voids searched the other's facade for answers. Why had she called? The mare's name was Urtalla. She could not speak; not a word. She was a mute. She was almost blind.
She was an outcast.
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Post by ♫ UnTamed ♫ on Oct 1, 2006 17:16:36 GMT -5
Treason's dial was at a medium hight. She;d head the call, and thought it fit who she was. A band. Hurt and scared, she was here to maybe have a part in life again? She didnt know if she'd be acepted here, or an outcast. But then thinking about it everyone here had had the same hurt feeling she'd had at one point in her life. With that the remebered her beloved Sly....What had happend to him? She left in fear....Not wanting to know what had happend. She walked at a slow, yet strong pace. Leading to where two mares were in sight!
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Post by theft on Oct 6, 2006 22:06:46 GMT -5
She watched the two enter Welcoming them with a melloncolly winny As though they didn't hear her the first time One left her nodding her aproval The other nearly brought tears to her eyes
She had yet to know Urtalla had no voice And yet those milky eyes just said it all Flooded with an eery creme Hiding what pupils she had Yet she fit the bill just fine These were the creatures that made Reb's seach worth it They defied those who said: How could you live without your sight How could you live without a love How could you live so independantly Well duh Rebel would scorn We're the Amazons
And yet they defined what life was all about How they could ignite one another with an undying flame How they could stand for the underdogs The peacemakers The poor saps who were lame In the heart and the body
So finally Efortlessly She aproached the two at will "Welcome, Femora To the grand Amazon!" She paused to see their reactions If anything at all "I'm Rebel born into the Bloody Meadows My allience is niether dark, Nor Light ...nor nuetral I'm an Amazon. You?"
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Post by mystic on Oct 8, 2006 7:51:34 GMT -5
Flamme walked into the land. She be a band. Living on the outer. Stag's made her wont to kill them. Her father had tryed to kill her. Than her mother felt the herd, and the new stag that tryed to kill her again. She got out of there. Stags where .....!
(lol. cant say that word.)
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Post by theft on Oct 10, 2006 10:41:15 GMT -5
Flaming main twitched in a gale Rich red coat quiverd in the silence No gave her a name No one twitched an ear Three empty expressions Locked on her Troubling her
Even the one with fire And the one fogged over Emptiness
"Ah..." Dear ole' Reb She scuffed the ground In a silent pout This was no band This was a group of mares who needed her help Who would build the Amazon Nation From scratch
She noticed Over the days she waited Over the days they stood idly here Their tropicanna became humid once more And the stars began to twinkle in the night Spring had come And that meant mud And shedding "Well I think we all Could use a decent groom"
Catiously she took a step A step towards the blind one But she was sure she could see the movement Of her flaming chestnut aparel Slowly she ran her mug From her shoulder To her loin And gently began to lip Liping away her winter coat So she would not be overheated
Lipping away her history So no longer she would be saddened
"Come on..." She said gesturing at the other two. "Groom for all your worth!"
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Post by daisygirl on Oct 10, 2006 12:12:23 GMT -5
Blue Ice was tired tired of waiting tired of thinking tired of walking to get here. Wait... What was that? behind that big oak tree? Not another bunnie? She peeked her crest out No only other ladies It was some sort of a strange meeting She shouldn't interrupt That would be rude But something told her that.. they wouldn't care and if they did what would they do to her? She never had a family just a random stallion who picked her up after saving her from a scary bunnie She often referred back to that time... It was only yesterday But the stallion regretted to tell her what his name was Hello, What... what are you doing here? That was stupid But Blue Ice was stupid She spoke stupidly The mares grooming each other seemed to take no notice of her maybe that was her imagination Their crisp threads and drapes were ratted But there no denying their prettiness If their eyes didn't see right through her mabe.. they could be friends But their eyes were solid and through Her brown dusty eyes were too warm Her horseflesh was a slivery grey but her mind was nothing but a cloud a cloud that moves and disappears from time to time Yes Blue Ice was too trusting of everything
OCC: kind of a bad post i don't have any inspriation. It left me.. maybe i should redo it??? nah.. i'm too lazy
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Oct 11, 2006 21:23:17 GMT -5
With a smirk upon her facile Chromizone walked into the flurry the flurry of Amazons grooming one another looking in discust her icy tones were testy to come out to tease the little peasent mares to laugh at them for their stupid remarks a warlock would be better than this than this herd of witches Her icy tones had enough of closure and broke the intent scilence Do you always act like this wrenchs? her tones icy her tones testy and most of all her tones were fed up fed up of the world around her and fed up with broncs fed up with the lies but most of all she was fed up with herself.
//bad post never done free style rping so ah well//
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Post by theft on Oct 11, 2006 21:42:13 GMT -5
lol. its better then my sap-fest! Her neck snapped around One eye picked up the dappled femora The other cast regretfully to the most recent Course! There would always be the one The one who was testy And crude The real witch to be exact
Dear Reb had seen the type before Knew there ways like the Bloody Meadows Crap She thought she could get by Without a hitch Without a trouble But there just had to be the one The one mare to hold them back She just reckoned darkness wasn't sparing any slack Nope Not for Reb Not even when her life seemed to get spurred on again Bummer
She figure the mare came to stir up trouble And moved around her blinded companion Through the other three who had gatherd And right up to the intruder She might of not called her such If she was oblivious to her intentions Sparkling in her eyes "Who are you to come to the Gardens And call us witches without a flinch?"
Typical mares But who could blame them? As queen it was Reb's duty to protect To prosper To vindicate And this catty bum was no excuse Though... Reb couldn't pass up the chance to challenge To prove the others her rightfull rank Though the possability was far from her mind It was the blessing to come from all of this
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Post by daisygirl on Oct 12, 2006 14:36:07 GMT -5
Blue Ice's eyes widened Somthing very bad was gong on But what? her train of thought had drifted... into deep waters and snowstorms of doom She was lost in this convosation like a bunnie meaning to go to a cottontail convention but finding himself at the wolf lodge (if you caught that) Her tongue seemed to be glued stiff at the roof of her mouth she contracted salivia to freshen it She wondered if all maidens felt this... hopless? And what was a wrench? As these questions continued to haunt her she began to feel like that sacred little bunnie What was going to happen to her? Would she be toast? or find a way out of this drastic situation?
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Post by daisygirl on Oct 12, 2006 14:36:42 GMT -5
whoah a chunky little post htere huh? let me fix it...............there beter
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Oct 12, 2006 15:06:12 GMT -5
Her sweet purfume waded along the oxygon her facile high too A graceful movement took her to the queen The queen wrench of this herd of minxes. Approching her with great formality She sternly looked at her with deep cristalized visions. With harsh tones she spoke an icy song Who died and made you queen? With the cold tones she spared she glared at the wrench awaiting her response. Awaiting her to make any movements awaiting any fight that may or may not happen.
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Post by theft on Oct 12, 2006 17:59:52 GMT -5
She ignored the comment Since aparently the mare had ignored hers Oh She wanted to play that game Reble seeled her mouth shut Not letting this wrench pry a single curse from her mouth Because she knew well enugh She wanted to anger her Threaten her Haunt her Make her world spin in so many directions of furry She would forget about her duties The mares she took under her wing Her mission Not happenin' Nope! Not this day!
Simplicity Was the key Arching her neck back Nose to chest Reb pursed her lips and stood erect Peering at her oponent through slit eyes A old pouty glare Enugh to draw a snap out Or a kick Enugh to make her oponent react first And get the advantage That's right...
EEEEK! no one post k? i'll finish this post in a sec!
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Oct 12, 2006 20:17:34 GMT -5
She wouldn't be ignored She just wouldn't stand for it She also knew that this queen was no queen at all. She swiftly made her approch on the wrench. Sinking her ivories into the little silk she had tearing her wound open She laughed She laughed inside and out Awaiting her next movements she glared at the minx her patience testing and her annoyance level was far to high She always knew how to fight and she always won and this time it would be no different. If the battle was even to be fought. Snorting into disgust of the small peasant she grinned with no affection the twit seemed to be lifeless and she had no emotions. Clearly this minx was dark Clearly she was evik Clearly she wasn't ment to be queen of such a herd as this Not to be the queen of Amazons
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Post by theft on Oct 13, 2006 17:06:59 GMT -5
Quick Swift Fast Bam! My Reb was on the witch like a wild banshee She had ducked under the fangs So quick it duked Chromizone out of her whits
She sprang up Pegging her right knee into the other lass's brest Roughly wraping the left 'round the victim's neck For balance To move with her Meanwhile her chops set to hacking Clamping hard on the other mare's neck The way her father did it A "hugging" take down
She'd get her props If it was the last thing she did And leave the frontier knowing "I am rightfull queen"
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