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Post by Silverado on Nov 18, 2005 18:48:36 GMT -5
Silver hued flints marked the sod as the emerald blazes flattened at her touch. Darkness had conquered this land and all that lightened the monarchess' path was the bright stars. As the temptress' voids look at the timbers it reminded her of the stainage she held. Only every 4000 years this occured in czaress'. Only one that held darkness in their hearts that never questioned. And one who would mark her talons in the milestone of equids forever.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 19, 2005 19:27:15 GMT -5
'E raised 'is roman crown to observe the newcomer, resisting the urge to roll 'is pale orbs 'pon noting that she was yet another arab. 'Twas no nuisance to 'im, but 'e felt significantly bulkier in their presence, being of colder-blooded heritage.
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Post by Silverado on Nov 19, 2005 19:42:18 GMT -5
Thorns pricked at the brute immediatly noticing his entrance. 'What would thou be needing' the ess hissed sharply as her boa shifted in the hellion's direction. A startled look came into her optics but showed very little before it was hidden along with all her other feelings.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 19, 2005 19:47:12 GMT -5
Needing? I know not what I need, not even whether I seek solitude or company... 'E raised 'is gaze to meet 'ers, a slightly challenging glint dancing in the depths of 'is orbs.
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Post by Silverado on Nov 19, 2005 19:50:48 GMT -5
(sorry I will be back in about five minutes my mom needs me to get somthing)
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Post by Silverado on Nov 19, 2005 20:31:14 GMT -5
(okies back)
A hiss was almost escaped her mug but she stoped mid-way noticeing the challenging glint in the brute optics 'Neither do many, yet few do. It seems you may be one of those many equids who are still trying to discover their path of needs and wants' she replied a tone of challenge was obvious. 'And certainly one who hasn't even discovered his needs can be positive of his alignment...'
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 20, 2005 22:55:34 GMT -5
Positive of my alignment? What dost thou mean by that? 'E inquired, crown angled musingly. 'E knew much of 'imself but also that the only true knowledge was knowing that 'e knew nothing...
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Post by Silverado on Nov 21, 2005 19:13:02 GMT -5
The fatale tilted her apex slightly she could tell the hellion was testing her 'You seem doubtful of things, I sense it. Although I might be wrong usually I am not....' Her onyx oculars searched his as her thoughts slipped right through her librums 'You are a light.' It was more of a statement then a question 'But you do not speak like the rest I have met, you seem different..' It was true the others she had met before were more of on the dumb side yet he seemed as though he had some knowledge...
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 21, 2005 20:25:57 GMT -5
Thou hast ne'er seen a light with a difficult past before? 'Twould be because most revoke their alignment after enduring such. 'E took a step closer, beginning a circular pattern. Dial bobbed with each fluid stride, granites scarring the earth lightly 'pon touching it.
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Post by Silverado on Nov 21, 2005 21:32:51 GMT -5
Her onyx visors followed him 'True' sh' hissed lightly
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 22, 2005 20:35:17 GMT -5
Of course it is, 'e mused, lyrics fitting between breaths, I 'ave seen it far too many times. 'E completed another circle and halted before 'er. And thou? What might bring thee 'ere?
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Post by Silverado on Nov 22, 2005 21:17:03 GMT -5
The hembra's oculars left the hellion hiding her emotions well but not wanting him to see the slightest hint of hurt 'Every 4000 years their is said to be one ess that is the stainage of timber blood. It is said that she will become a great leader will be dark but will ruin the lives of quite a few in the process. So everyone I met was afraid to be hurt or tried to hurt me before anything would happen to them.' She paused quickly remembering all the events of her life, most which she relized were hurtful and full of hateful memories. 'That fatale just turned out to be me.' she hissed slightly as the memories made her obticans darken with anger.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 22, 2005 21:31:00 GMT -5
I am sorry to hear that. At least I deserved my ostracism. A hint of bitterness tainrted 'is latter phrasing, remembering the murder, and the untimely killing of Goldrush that had followed when he thought 'e 'ad escaped 'is past at last...
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Post by Silverado on Nov 22, 2005 21:41:57 GMT -5
Her oculars met his once more 'Even though a dark I feel none ever deserved to be treated like that deserving or not. It is even worse then phsically hurting an equid.' She reflected the past memories of Spain and Arabia 'And I am highly doubtful that you deserved it.' She continued.
(Who's Gold? Sorry everyone talks about him but I don't know who he is could you please tell me)
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 22, 2005 21:46:29 GMT -5
(Goldrush is a palomino pintabian whose threats D'Artagnan aimed to stop, and in doing so ended up killing him)
You do not find murder worthy of exclusion? 'E mused, cynical tones making 'im appear far darker than 'is optimistic demeanor allowed. First it was my father, I convinced myself that it was a fit of rage, but Gold... Gold was an accident. I did not expect him to be so weak.
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