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Post by mist on Oct 20, 2006 13:44:59 GMT -5
Entering the terra, the young minx's voids slowly cast out over the blackened plains; seeing through the eyes of one long lost. In her eyes, a fire burned; but not a kind, warm fire. It was a black fire that burned in her soul. Continuing to search the landscape with her orbs, she snorted quietly. Not a year ago horrible fires had ravaged these plains, her instincts told her, leaving the grasses more charred than ever before. As their blackened stalks brushed lightly 'gainst her barrel, she snorted, banner raised high. She was young, still anxious to be out in the world alone but determined to keep up her position of dark; the most powerful and feared alliance of equine kind.
Lowering her dial to the ground, she sniffed quietly at the ground, catching the scent of another. A dark like herself. Lifting her dial just enough to look out over the darkened emeralds, she attempted to catch a glimpse of her fellow dark. It smelled like a stallion...She'd have to be cautious... |
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Post by nochoice on Oct 20, 2006 14:11:02 GMT -5
Fire, is a destroyer. Fire can destroy just about everything made by nature. Everything that lives. Plants, creatures. Only the lucky creatures were able to escape, and those who were not able to, were doomed to become deceased in the dangerous, golden flames which licked at everything in reach. The drake had not been present in the lands in the last summer, when fire had rages through many of the realms. And, though one could still find signs that there had been such a battering in each land, they were mostly back to normal.
Stilts carried the drake's muscular bulk across the land. Bold, handsome features were near on emotionless. Boa was curved slightly, yet snaking out in a threatening, dangerous way. Dreads tumbled over his nape. Banner lashed back and forth, whipping between his hocks. Skull lifted, nares flaring to catch the scent of an essa. Harsh snort was given, slight, bellowing scream emitted. Finding the femme, he sauntered out of the foliage, a slight smirk upon his features. 'Ello there mistress. Sailor. And you be? The bronc enquired, awaiting for the essa's reply.
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Post by mist on Oct 20, 2006 15:19:28 GMT -5
As the other's trim bod emerged from the foliage, she snorted lightly, hearing his dubbance. A peculiar name for a drake...Sailor...Was he toying with her? Or maybe was was a real dark...He sure seemed like it. She decided to discard the name and instead speak her own.
I am Mist
Her vox emanated out over the small clearing to him. It was sweet and innocent when you first heard it, but soon, the real poison of the words appeared; like a bad aftertaste in a sweet wine.
Raising her head from it's lowered and peaking position, she held it tall and proud; just because she was only a small and delicate vix didn't mean she had to act like one. |
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Post by nochoice on Oct 20, 2006 15:49:29 GMT -5
Brows raised at the essa's reaction. Lobes flicked backwards lazily, slightly amused with the femme. Mist... my what a common name that is. And what a pretty little one too. The drake chuckled slightly. Sweet, what an innocent. Deep occullus seemed to seep a dark blankness, which covered his features. Stilts carried the drake onwards, encircling the essa, and continuing to do so, becoming tighter, before stopping at her sides. Ivories nipped into the flesh upon her nape, marking it lightly, before moving onwards. So, Mist. T'is obvious why you are here. How long did you wait before coming?
[Ack, sorry. That wasn't brill.]
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Post by mist on Oct 20, 2006 16:04:18 GMT -5
{Tiz alright - I don't have much muse today myself}
As he encircled her, her dial slowly snaked it's way down, feeling slightly trapped. She was one always on the lookout for danger, always alert. When something happened, she always knew what and she didn't really enjoy the way he circled her in. Then, as his ivories raked down her boa, she struck out at his pillars with her own, though only lightly. It was a warning. She pricked her thorns backwards, snorting defiantly but barley audibly.
I'd should warn you; touch me again with such disrespect and I will peel your hide from your bones and the terra shall be adorned by your blood.
She said this, not in her sweet and sour vox, but in a deadly hissing string of poison coated notes.
With a light snort, she answered his question, though not nearly as sweetly as the last time her sweet vox had blessed his thorns.
I havn't actually been waiting to long; if you can beleive it. |
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Post by mist on Nov 1, 2006 11:11:57 GMT -5
{Dreamer? Sorry if that post was kinda hard to reply to...As I said, she's a bit of a spaz...}
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Post by mist on Nov 17, 2006 19:57:47 GMT -5
{Dreamer?}
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 17, 2006 23:06:06 GMT -5
dreamer's laptop is in for fixing. she should be back on within the next couple of days.
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