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Post by Silverado on Nov 22, 2005 22:03:37 GMT -5
(oh okey thanks)
'We all have our downfalls. Some are harder then others, but there time for falling hard will come' She hissed. It really came to her for no suprise for the realm she had visited before this made murder a game.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 26, 2005 14:11:46 GMT -5
'E nodded solemnly, 'is conscience still riddled with guilt, as was 'is fate for being a light. A slight flicker of sadistic pleasure crossed 'is expression as 'is vocals stirred again. I hope they fall hard. 'e smirked, keeping in mind that there were few 'e would truly lament the loss of. But there were a select few that kept 'im around...
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Post by Silverado on Nov 26, 2005 15:21:53 GMT -5
'Yes...' The hessian gave a quick glance at the brute. As she briefly studied his oculars it seemed that it held a dark glint in it...
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 30, 2005 18:19:48 GMT -5
'Is smirk waned slightly as 'e regained control o'er 'is dark side. 'Is near-infallible optimism 'ad kept 'im from total darkness, even from neutrality. A light 'e remained, though a guilt-ridden murderer at that. 'E noted 'er gaze. I was nearly dark at one point. 'e explained, remembering with no great enthusiasm 'is darkest hour.
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Post by Silverado on Nov 30, 2005 21:06:18 GMT -5
'It seems that a darker side is still trying to break free though...' A smirk became visable on the hembra's kissers as she teased him. But deep down the ess felt that it was true.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 9, 2005 22:24:35 GMT -5
It always tries. Circumstance dictates how much sway it holds. 'E half-smirked, keeping 'is dueling sides under careful wraps. 'E would have to be careful or 'e might end up turning dark, as 'e almost had not long ago...
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Post by Silverado on Dec 13, 2005 15:58:59 GMT -5
'Ah. Reminds me much of my sister...' At mention of this her opticans harden hatred obvious in them 'The one who cursed my living' she hissed inaudably to herself
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Post by Lakota on Dec 13, 2005 20:59:40 GMT -5
Lakota lay not to far away. She stayed from the scent of D'Artagnan... for now she knew not. It confused her... But every will inside of her heart was willing her to stay away from him. Though she was in foal, and loved D'Artagnan... But something had drove her to isolate herself from him. And not just him... From any other equid who dare try speak with her. They're al fools, She said somewhat aloud. She wished not this to be the case, but the thought dawned apon her. Was being a Light the answer? No. She hadn't a clue why D'Artagnan hadn't converted. But then, something hit her. She had promised her life to her mother to be a Light... To never sway to the Dark ways. What was she doing?
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charhisma
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Are all equids the same, dark or light?
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Post by charhisma on Dec 13, 2005 21:05:38 GMT -5
Are you refering to the hessian? If so I agree. She hissed softly to the other ess who's oculars watched the ones of opposite alignments. Anger had risen at her kin's words. That fool, does she actually believe that she can dispose of me that easily? If so that hembra is in for a gross suprise ((gross meaning large and big not discuting sorry just had to state that))
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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 17, 2005 20:57:07 GMT -5
'E snorted haughtily and snatched a branch from a young tree, sticking the small tangle of sapling in the knots of 'is cascade, giving 'im a wilder look. 'E was unpredictable as of late, 'is appearances more and more random as 'is wanderings increased. Perhaps it was that he was soon to be a father, or maybe it was something else, some other deep-seated restlessness that compelled 'im to travel so. But despite all his transformation, it remained the same old fire that blazed behind 'is eyes. Some things never change.
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Post by Silverado on Dec 17, 2005 21:09:32 GMT -5
The hembra watched the brute wondering if he heard her last comments 'When I said that you reminded me of that cursed banshee I meant it by the way she sometimes tilts her way towards the darkness...' Her paper thins quivered for a second as she picked up a familiar scent. Could her kin be here?
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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 17, 2005 21:19:46 GMT -5
Thy kin is not dark as well? 'e inquired casually, grinding 'is enamels out of habit. 'E snapped a few twigs from the savage decoration in 'is ivory drapery, trimming the angular ornament to a more elegant size with 'is tombstone enamels.
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Post by Silverado on Dec 17, 2005 21:33:30 GMT -5
'I never heard of her her since I left my ess's side. So I am unsure. She was always miss perfection and all attention was diverted to her. No matter what.' Her opticans became glassy remembering the painful moments of her past. It stung hard to be neglected because of her stainage and some saying. 'But maybe it was all for the good of becoming a dark...' tones harsh with anger trying to convince herself that the ess was not around nor alive.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 17, 2005 21:44:21 GMT -5
'Tis unfortunate that thy relations were so superstitious as to thy tinting. 'E said thoughfully, bobbing 'is cranium slightly. 'Is thins flared as 'e sighed. But it is true that our hardships make us stronger. I have come to terms with what I have done. But that was no longer the problem. This time 'e did not know what was amiss, but not all was right with 'im.
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Post by Silverado on Dec 17, 2005 21:50:13 GMT -5
'T'is true.' The hembra had a wierd feeling that somthing was wrong with the hellion. 'Does somthing trouble thee.' It was more of a statement then a question.
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