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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 21, 2005 21:26:25 GMT -5
Hard canons stirred into movement, claimed by the urge to outrun the icy winds. I daresay I am not a proficient racer, but a good run does no harm. 'E grinned.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 21, 2005 21:31:04 GMT -5
she smirked "running eh?" she smiled, she loved to run
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 22, 2005 20:48:06 GMT -5
Grin widened as 'e gathered 'is limbs into a swift treble beat, thundering across the clearing. 'E tossed 'is dial to view 'er pursuit, giving 'er time to catch up after 'is sudden launch.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 22, 2005 22:49:07 GMT -5
she bolted like thunder up behind him bucking in excitment, she nickered as she caught up with him. her mane and tail trailing behind her like flags in the icy winds.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 26, 2005 14:13:46 GMT -5
'Is cascade cracked like a banner as 'e tossed 'is dial and brought 'is tapered maw to 'is chest. 'E snorted in mock challenge and lengthened stride, beats increasing their velocity as well.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 28, 2005 1:22:28 GMT -5
she stretched her neck outwards feeling the intense power in her stuby legs... she snorted heavily increasing her speed... tail whiplashing the air as she sped up a few feet behind D'Artagnan... her muscle's powering deeply, carefuly watching each step with her orbs.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Nov 30, 2005 18:23:51 GMT -5
Trusting 'is sound granites to find their ground, 'e kept 'is gaze high, fixed 'pon the wench beside 'im. 'E detoured to leap valiantly o'er a fallen log, knees high and square, not hiding the talents of 'is lineage. You run well. 'E said between breaths, pistons reaching further to keep 'im ahead.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Nov 30, 2005 22:37:35 GMT -5
tis saw the fallen log, she had fear in her eyes but managed to take it, "thee thanks you " she said breathless, her ears went back as she gained speed, just behind him but dared not to run along side, thy is small but watches her health.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 9, 2005 22:40:32 GMT -5
'E slowed 'is gait til they were side by side, 'e had been pacing 'imself well and was not overly exerted. Indeed, but like I, thou dost understand thy limits. 'E grinned, 'is ivory cascade settling to 'is crest once more at 'is diminished velocity.
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Post by Enigma and Chase on Dec 14, 2005 23:42:05 GMT -5
She watched. She waited. Though large in body, her presance was small to all. She watched this brute and wench. Oh, how nice. A light and a nuetral. Ah, to finish the puzzle. Her Darkened ways only showed the two pathetic fools, bound to death by the lives they chose. Auds flicked, alert, nares ensnared with the surrounding atmosphere. She took lowly to the toposhpere, fangs bared. She was ready.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 17, 2005 21:12:57 GMT -5
'E trumpeted a greeting to the new occupant of the terrain before slowing at the lip of a pool. 'E lowered 'is mug to the cristalline surface, gaze remaining on 'is new friend Midnite and the new potentially hostile guest. 'E had encountered many darks before, killed one, and nearly turned dark 'imself. No, 'e did not fear darks. 'E merely treated them with... cautious bemusement.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Dec 18, 2005 15:38:44 GMT -5
tis watched the darken one, she trotted her pillars next to D'Artagnan "tis a dark" she spoke loudly.. she didnt do so well with others... darks.... she looked up at D'Artagnan then her ears went back as she looked at the dark that stood before them.. she was a bit outta breath from running... her lifeless orbs flickered a mocha color then went back to the lifeless black color as she watched the dark one in interest.
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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 19, 2005 20:42:32 GMT -5
I can see that... darks are fickle ones, indeed. Very wrapped up in their pasts, they often are. 'E smirked slightly as 'e spoke, tossing 'is wild banner nonchalantly.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Dec 19, 2005 20:49:59 GMT -5
she nodded her head "indeed they are" she repeated that phrase... she looked at the dark with lifeless orbs... she smirked lightly "thee hates them" she spoke softly gazing up at D'Artagnan...
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Post by Enigma and Chase on Dec 19, 2005 20:58:02 GMT -5
You are foolish, I hope you know. How dare they speak of her in such a way?! She had not become Dark apon her past... She was born into a Darkened family, taught to hate all. Nothing phased her. She knew no pain... no heartbreak... no emotion but hate... It had consumed her... And she loved it.
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