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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 19, 2005 21:03:18 GMT -5
'E smiled sadly They deserve our pity, whether they want it or not. 'e said softly, so the dark could not hear. Some are too far gone to feel the rare gem that is love. You have your Phoenix, I have my Lakota. Imagine life without them, without the possibility of ever meeting them. That is what I so narrowly escaped. But not all darkness is like that. Some darks do find a way to feel love, but it is not the innocent, pure gem that the untainted find.
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Post by ~*Phoenix*~*Dragon*~ on Dec 19, 2005 21:03:22 GMT -5
A bay stag crossed the gathering but didn't stop to talk. He stood at a distance. He nodded to Midnite Spear and said, "Hello."
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Dec 19, 2005 21:05:09 GMT -5
she snorted loudly.. she hated the sound... looks and all of a dark.. she stared at her with no interest.. her ears percked up searching for any noise..
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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 19, 2005 21:07:21 GMT -5
'E smiled and inclined 'is skull to Phoenix. Midnite, thy gem awaits. 'e said with a slight smirk.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Dec 19, 2005 21:09:31 GMT -5
she looked up at D'Artagnan and nodded she trotted up to phoenix and nuzzled him softly "hello" she said looking at him softly...
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Post by ~*Phoenix*~*Dragon*~ on Dec 19, 2005 21:11:57 GMT -5
He nuzzled her back and said, "Thy seems to be in an important meeting." He bowed to D'Artagnan and trotted away.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Dec 20, 2005 15:32:04 GMT -5
she watched him go "ill seek you afterwards" she said and trotted back to D'Artagnan and looked at the dark mysteriously...
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Post by Enigma and Chase on Dec 20, 2005 23:08:04 GMT -5
She stood, only watching them in disgust. Love. Pah. It only made them weaker. She loved no one. She knew nothing of it... and she was glad for this. To love was to be weak. To hate was to be strong. That was her view. She reared high, screaming into the darkened wood. Orbs gleaming terrorizingly, she fixed herself apon D'Artagnan. He was quite built. A tough fight. Perfect.
((Lol, I feel so bad... *slaps self* Bad me! I'm no good of a Dark, really. I LOVE YOU ALL! O.o;; ;D No, I'm notr phsyco. I am just nice. Never mind. Err... I'm done now... *throws candy at you and runs away*))
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Dec 20, 2005 23:15:46 GMT -5
*gets slapped by candy* HEY!!!! lol, ya im not that good of a nuetral at all, o well*
she watched her rear, her orbs showed no fear, she looked up at D'Artagnan again, then gazed back at the femmora she snorted again stepping forth a bit, her ears were percked up.. she didnt know exactly wat she was doin....
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Post by D'Artagnan on Dec 21, 2005 21:23:50 GMT -5
'E closed 'is enamels 'pon Midnite's tresses, holding 'er back. Keep thy distance. An Arabian versus a Shire? 'Tis unheard of, and unwise. 'E released 'er and stepped in front of 'er, turning 'is speech to the dark ess. Dost thou know of what thy movements imply? I hope tis a mistake, for I do not wish to cause thee harm. To harm a fae would be dishonourable.
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Dec 22, 2005 0:06:29 GMT -5
she stopped and looked up at D'Artagnan... "sorry m'lord...." her voice trailed off, she snorted at the dark one.. she was strong but D'Artagnan was right.. i would be dead...
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Post by Enigma and Chase on Dec 23, 2005 17:58:37 GMT -5
And why might thou think I care? No chance, would you have, if you were to even try to accept my challenge. If he accepted, he would lose, and he would look weak in everyone's eyes. If he was to back down, he would be weaker than ever. Dishonourable. Pah. When did a stag ever care about being dishonourable? (She had never known a decent stag.)
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Dec 24, 2005 0:44:07 GMT -5
she snorted... "you may be taller but thus needs to be worthy with agile... like D'Artagnan" she said as her ears went back... she didnt want to fight but tis true.. D'Artagnan had more agile then her.. more worthy enough...
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Post by Enigma and Chase on Dec 24, 2005 2:25:39 GMT -5
You think I'm stupid, don't you? It's not height that wins a fight. Nor number. It's the will you carry, the thing that drives you on. The will to dominate, in my case. It also takes mind over matter, along with strength. Believe me, pathetic arab, 'twould not take me long to catch you. She sneered. Never had she lost a battle... And she grew to a family of nothing but Shire linage. If she could beat as many as she had in her share of her own breed, an arab would be no different. The hotbloods they were... And this one was no different. I must, say, though, you're quite brave for one who could easily could be smashed into the ground. She pictured the scene in her mind on the arab going down, the cry of pain. Then the stag... Oh, 'twould be a pleasure to bring him down. Thorns pinned, her fore pillar stomping in fury, the pleaseure of the cries of pain twisting her mind. 'Twas almost imbarable to wait any longer.
((Wow am I in a Dark mood! *pats Midnight on the back* Shhhhhh... 'Tis all Zittallani speaking... Weeeeooooooo.... I'm done... HAPPY HOLIDAYS, ALL!))
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Post by M!d(N)!te*sp(E)ar on Dec 25, 2005 13:39:25 GMT -5
"thy does not think you are stupid... tis was making a point" she spoke loudly her ears still percked up... she stood by D'Artagnan, carefully watching the dark one..
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