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« Thread Started on Apr 3, 2006, 1:58pm » | |
Curse The Day You Breathe
Curse the Day You Speak
Curse the Day You Found
Something Deep Beneath.
Curse the Day You Try
Curse the Day You Loose
Curse the Day You Fought
For Love's Greatest Lie.
Curse the Day You Cry
Curse the Day you Laugh
Curse the Day You Live
Just to Waste and Die.
((Can you believe I didn't mean for that to ryhme?))
Slow steps. Steady steps. Simple steps.
Gentle Breath. Slow Breath. Tired Breath.
Strong Eyes. Imploring Eyes. Cursed Eyes.
She walked. She walked like she had a purpose. A place to see, a person to meet. Cold dark eyes stare ahead as she walked. On and on.
Like a demon she prowled the world looking for nothing and finding something. She cursed the air she breathed and cursed her own mind. Like an angel, she swept with the grace and beauty worthy of any pure hearted soul. Placid resentment replaced anything that resembled curiousity, and livid hell replaced any reminder of a heart. The bansee that stalked the pillars of time was her own master, untamed and unhindered. DAre to dance with the devil's mistress? Come along then, come along.
Worthless dreams flickered in and out of a purposely empty mind. To fill it would be pursue choas, and that was the only joy in the dark bay's life. Dark as the moonlit night, as burning as the fires beneath, sootened bansee walked on.
As she entered the river's side, she sneered with distase. The brightness of the river, the glorious peace in the air. It was all too...homely. All too....gentle. A burning rivine, a dead drop off would suit the fire ridden bay more. Lowering her dial elegantly, she pressed her kisser into the depths to parch her dry throat. Deluting the water with her foul thoughts, she lifted her dial again to look about her surroundings. This was it? No broncs, no feas? She snorted again. Nothing to turn loose her internal choas onto.
Curse the Day You Live Just to Waste and Die.
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Cursed Evening of Destruction
Famed Eve
Caused Havoc for 5
Burned as Vixen
Colored dark bay
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Friction
Age-
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Gender-
hellion
Pelt color-
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« Reply #1 on Apr 19, 2006, 9:59pm » | |
Beats were tuned into the aerials of an alert form, he had been tracking somthing a wounded thing was this it? He wasnt sure if it was or not, but he needed some excitement. The rebelious stallion moved without a single flaw in his joints. Flames engulfed this hellions lights and beaten soul, if thats what you want to call it anyway. It had never felt the emotions of a light had, no love, no sorrow nothing of that sort it was hopeless for him. His soul was lost to the rath of satan and no other. A snort was heard, his thoughts of a heaven following colt were getting on his nerves he had seen the colt before but where? That was what made him frustrated he didnt know where he had seen the colt or heard the name,Friction. Slowly the thoughts started to fade but one remained flames licked the darkness of his ooids before he lunged into a gallop following the beat of hooves till they were silenced by his own flints smashing anything they landed upon. He came to a river and splashed into it stopping almost as soon as he had landed within it. His lights shifted around before coming to a moving form aways down the gentle flowing liquid. With a smirk he moved forth letting a eire scream peirce the silence that now came before he moved into a trot toward the femme his path took him out of the liquid before he moved into a canter movments caused ripples of muscle to be seen through his tough layer of skin. As he neared he allowed his lorbs to go over the form now seeing it was a vixen he let the twisted smirk fade facade now espressionless he pulled the flames from his ooids as he approached. Shanks stopped before the bitch everything was to peacefull for him, he liked quiet but not this kind of quiet.
*Your curse bitch*
he snarled in a demanding way, he didnt play that foolish name game it wasted his time and his breathe. Hind chain slashed his hide with a snapping sound echoeing in the air. Aerials were pressed to his dome now lights filled with embers danger lurking in the darkness of them waiting for the right time to be seen.
*Flash be my d**ning*
he hissed his tones harsh and uncaring of what she thought of him. He let all thoughts of the colt disappear as he focused distrustingly onto the bitch infront of him.
((pitiful and I gotta go))
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« Reply #2 on Apr 20, 2006, 11:51am » | |
Curse The Day You Breathe
Curse the Day You Speak
Curse the Day You Found
Something Deep Beneath.
Curse the Day You Try
Curse the Day You Loose
Curse the Day You Fought
For Love's Greatest Lie.
Curse the Day You Cry
Curse the Day you Laugh
Curse the Day You Live
Just to Waste and Die.
Placid resentment for the surrounding area tormented her dark oids and caused hell for her soul. She stood dangerously still and on the brink of movement as she looked around her. Thunder echoed in her towers, the sound of an approaching bastard to join her in the still presence. Lobes pin naturally, and knives crash into the foliage below her as she tore unforgiving at the ground. Shoulders roll unevenly as the long legged one pursued into her vision. With a satisfied smirk at his appearence, she arched her boa delicately, sneaking back into her snake skin like the viper she was.
"I am Evening of Destruction, cursed to the oblivion."
She sneered viciously, her vocals as uncaring and burnt as her heart. She slammed a dagger into the ground once again, finding movement a bit harsh at the moment. She raked the power in her hind, finding it hidden within her muscles. With a sudden movement, she propelled herself forward with naught but a slight twitch from her hind. She slammed to the earth not far from the briggand's silver dial. She snorted softly, her suductive gaze curling her sneer even further.
"And for what do I owe this great pleasure, Flash Wave?"
She asked sarcastically, flicking her flag to hit her flank roughly, knocking a persistant pest to its grave on the earthen floor. Her sooted pelt shivered as excitement raced through her blood. Now she had someone to test, someone to play with. Oh what fun, even as hard as this criminal seemed, it would be a challenge, something worht wasting her time on.
.:.Curse the Day You Live Just to Waste and Die.:.
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Cursed Evening of Destruction
Famed Eve
Caused Havoc for 5
Burned as Vixen
Colored dark bay
Name-
Friction
Age-
2
Gender-
hellion
Pelt color-
buckskin |
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« Reply #3 on Apr 20, 2006, 4:09pm » | |
Fire danced darkly in the darkened pits of his lights, hidden to all. He watched as the boa of the banshee arched he made no movment or no sound as he watched her with emotionless orbs. Vicious tones hit his harks he tossed them around in his dome, he snorted at the curse Evening of Destruction... he threw the name around violently within his thoughts but finally allowed it to be accepted in a strange way. As the femme launched herself at him he didnt move no muscle twitched even his ooids stayed in the same place she had been in, with a snap his attention was once more focused onto her. Aerials tightened to his dome as he listened to her words at his full curse his aerials flew forward
*how do you know my full curse bitch*
he demanded he hadnt told her it all, he allowed a flame to be seen the danger that lurked saw a chance and flashed in his eyes with the flame, but it dissappeared before it could be identified. A breeze tugged gently at his whip and and chain. He tossed his dome before letting his carcass shake. He could tell she was dark but how dark exactly was she?Her tones matched that of a true shadowed one but many posers could do the same, he couldnt trust her that was his final decision.
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« Reply #4 on Apr 20, 2006, 4:45pm » | |
Curse The Day You Breathe
Curse the Day You Speak
Curse the Day You Found
Something Deep Beneath.
Curse the Day You Try
Curse the Day You Loose
Curse the Day You Fought
For Love's Greatest Lie.
Curse the Day You Cry
Curse the Day you Laugh
Curse the Day You Live
Just to Waste and Die.
Pools glitter deviously as a tender notion flashed across the demoness' mind. Shoulders move elegantly as she remains closer to the demon than many would dare be. Feeling alive and dangerously demonic, she wanted so much to play with her new toy, to break his mind open, and shatter whatever he held within. However, doing her line of work with a dark is harder than with a light, almost impossible with a dark, honestly. They are too emotionless and uncaring, they fit her instead oppose her. When she fits with someone, she can never break them open like a nut.
As his vocals tore at the air around them, she grinned maliciously, victorious in her own way. She had set him uneasy, she could feel it in the air pressing around them. He didn't trust, and a good thing he didn't. Dial twisted to one side, and she laughed, the voice of her love, Satan himself, ringing in her tone. A nerve, a memory, perhaps? Anyway, she had gotten slightly inside his hard outer shell. Untrusting is the same as emotion, and a crack in anys defenses. She knew almost all, as if the world spoke to her. But no, she has eyes and ears, she knows of him by the whispers around the areas. But still, she allowed her hidden agenda to shine behind her eyes, taunting, and suducing.
"Never trust the trees around you." was her slick answer, hiding almost everything behind it except for a small hint, barely visible behind her vocals. She twisted her bod around, sneering. Let him try, she thought hell burning in her soul, Let him try to decide who I am. The more he plays my game, the more he strays into my grasp. Let him try.
((honestly, I didn't even notice the name. hehe, my mistake. But I supposed it worked into Eve's charecter.  ))
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Cursed Evening of Destruction
Famed Eve
Caused Havoc for 5
Burned as Vixen
Colored dark bay
Name-
Friction
Age-
2
Gender-
hellion
Pelt color-
buckskin |
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« Reply #5 on Apr 21, 2006, 9:58am » | |
As the bitch moved closer he stood waiting for her to move closer he had a feeling that she was going piss him off within minutes and wanted closer to her his fore shanks raised and pushed him forward a few steps now nares were nearly touching his lights that had filled with hatred now went as blank as they had been when he came to her letting no emotion be seen. He didnt see distrust as an emotion so he didnt care if it showed or not. His mind calmed him at the grin and now he stood placid waiting for her tones or for her to do somthing to send him over the edge. The breath of the bitch as she laughed entered his nares, the stench of rotten meat stung his nares but he didnt snort he just took in more.It was hardly potent not near as bad smelling as what lay in a valley in his hell he knew it was his favorite place the smell of death littered the air with the twisted smell of burnt flesh he loved it! His barriers lowered more as his mind began to whirl with twisted thoughts, he knew he was amusing her in some way but was being blind and couldnt see it...or so she thought the minute her tones twisted around his peaks he snorted crimson both dry and wet being sent from his nares to her. The twist of her mass made him roll his orbs he reared up and struck out at her flints struck the turf seconds later movments were quick enabling him to shift out of the way incase she decided to strike back with her hind plates.
*Foolish bitch*
he hissed with amusment intwined around his icey tones. His lights showed laughter as he watched her, she wanted to play fine then, but he didnt play nice. A single flint outstretched before raking the turf in a pawing motion, he was now bored and was waiting for her to continue with the game. Whether she had been playing a game or not or even is she wanted to she was now in one of the most deadly games of her life. He debated if he should force her to his land btu did he really want a bitch such as her playing games like a wirey foal? His mind now wandered back to her words 'Never trust the trees around you' he didnt understand them, but he didnt understand much.
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« Reply #6 on Apr 21, 2006, 12:33pm » | |
Curse The Day You Breathe
Curse the Day You Speak
Curse the Day You Found
Something Deep Beneath.
Curse the Day You Try
Curse the Day You Loose
Curse the Day You Fought
For Love's Greatest Lie.
Curse the Day You Cry
Curse the Day you Laugh
Curse the Day You Live
Just to Waste and Die.
The bay didn't flinch nor move as the violent one struck out at her. Instead she let the pain of his daggers crash around her hide, tearing at her flesh. As the pain vibrated throughout her body, she very softly moved to one side. She sneered again, the wholesom pain counteracting her slow motions. Had she wanted to move before, she could have. But then she would've missed the enveloping giddy whirl of her own pain. To never allow yourself to experience emotion is to exclude yourself from the true fire of glory. In Eve's philosophy, she could damage herself as much as she could someone else, and it didn't bother her one bit. It was worth it in her eyes. She had caused the monstrosity before her to finally get fed up with her game, and giving her a rather large hold onto him. SO she slunk her claws into those holes and hung on. Let my pet dance as much as he wants, she thought, I have him and he knows it.
"Foolish? Dear me, I do not believe I have ever been insulted like that!"
She laughed sarcastically, daring him to see beyond what she was playing. Hidden in her snake skin, none would see the black heart she held until it was too late, by then she had already conquered what control they had. If he thought his games were deadly, he had not even touched Eve. She played her games until she found the one she toyed with worthy. Then perhaps she'd stop her torment. So far, the demon had not fancied her, and still had won nothing. He had let her break in, and that was a mistake he'd regret. She flicked her flag, arching her boa and pricking her twin towers. Dial tucked in close to her chest, blocking any leeway towards her jugular.
"Come now, my pretty Flash, do you really think a fea can fight you?"
She chuckled, vocals harsh and cutting, almost mocking. Pistons turn her straight, to face him head on, and then she remained still. Crimson made her silky skin appear wet, but the color was not obvious other than the tears on her shoulder and back. Banner waved about her nape, decorating her facade with layers of tresses.
"Am I a threat to you? Or do you think I am getting in too deep?"
The playing had now vanished from her vocals, and it was full on mocking and threatening. Her pools were a twisted color, staying deeply intent on the silver Flash. She was still prying into his hard outer shell, but she knew she was getting closer. Unless he truely was divinely emotionless, she would break in very soon, she could feel it. And unless he pulled himself straight and realized her intent, he would never win over the Mistress of Satan, the Evening of Destrustion.
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Cursed Evening of Destruction
Famed Eve
Caused Havoc for 5
Burned as Vixen
Colored dark bay
Name-
Friction
Age-
2
Gender-
hellion
Pelt color-
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« Reply #7 on Apr 21, 2006, 1:30pm » | |
FLints were stained crimson but he didnt pay it any attention it wasnt enough to fully get his attention nothing ever was. The motions she made were barely caught his lights didnt move from the position they had been in before she moved.He seemed to be staring off into space, he didnt look directly at her for several minutes for what reason he did not he didnt even know. Lights snapped in her direction no emotion visible, danger still lurkrf in the shadowed depths waiting for the right opportunity to lunge out. As he watched he began to grasp the feeling that she thought he was reacting out of emotion when he had struck her. She was wrong,dead wrong, it hadnt been emotion that had trigered him it had been somthing to do nothing more. He didnt move a single muscle as he listened to her tones and the sarcastic laugh they meant nothing to him they were just sounds lost and blocked, he barely heard them as they tried desperately to get into his mind to twist his thoughts.
He didnt care for her games and wanted to bannish them if he had the chance none should play unless he told them to do so. He snorted and struck the turf with the emotion of annoyance he let it slip but almost as soon as it slipped his guard was locked back on none ,however, could tell. He showed emotion that looked as if what she was doing was annoying him. The next movments that came from her trigered nothing but the arch of his own muscled nape, harks tightened to his dome enough to make his veins start to pop up from the shortage of blood flow. The play was begining to disolve from her lyrics this amused him greately, but no smirk appeared though it threatened to disobey him and be seen anyway.
*You are neither,no threat and none can will travel deep enough. I dont care if you attempt to fight me, nore do I care the winner of that mind battle you play*
Lids closed swiftly over his lights before rising to make things clearer for him, scarlet liquid dripped down the bitches hide still no smirk came, he didnt like it, she needed more of the liquid splattered onto her hide. Without the slightest hesitation he allowed his shackles to take him effortlessly to her. His large dome draped infront of his chest, protecting his gullet from her ivorns, nares almost touching once more, he let his shanks take him to a stop, then he let his nares flare, lungs expanded as the oxygen filled them then contracted as he snorted once more in her facade. He turned not even attempting a kick out at her and began to walk back into the cool liquid. A splash was heard as he stepped into its cool depths then shifted to take him in the direction he had came. His labrums parted once she had finnished her says to give her one amused tone.
*When you decide to continue your game swim to my hell. Ill be waiting*
he then began to walk off following the gentle flowing river back to his hell.
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