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Post by r.andom on Jul 2, 2006 13:48:35 GMT -5
Zynfendal, this creature one could only describe as a warrior, was proud, strong. It was defined in her every smooth, easy step, the proud, noble crest and arch of her neck, every small ripple in her dark skin. Oh, this creation was of the otherworld, beautiful – darkly so, menace sloughing off her skin in every step she took. No, this woman figure was not one to be messed with, never one to be messed with, she brought fear into the eyes of the devil (and this was not exaggerating, o no, although I wish it was so). This mare, she was whole, for although a warmonger not a single scar dared tread upon her dark skin, save the whispers, the ghosts of those long past their time, and even those were no longer moonbeam, no longer noticeable. Entering cautiously Zynfendal spotted a stream followed by a small pool. Walking toward the pool, her proud head raised high,muscles moving easily beneath sleek skin. The sun's rays turning her charcaol coat into a glowing pearl. She streched her long neck in a graceful arc to the water. The valley or field was carpeted with short,thick,bluish,green grass. Her gaze looked upon the greenry before looking over the rolling land that led to the yellow low walls rising high about the valley. There the grass grew tall and had the appearance of young cane. It bent slightly in the breeze, that blew down upon the valley from the south. As she looked around the shadows of the western walls lenghtened until they reached the floor of the valley,where suddenly they turned from the dark ominous black of night to an almost brilliant blue ... Moving into a tall and long-limbed trot, her tail blowing behind her and her heavy mane sweeping lightly in the breeze. After a short distance she came to an abrupt stop, gaze shifting about the grounds. Nostrils blown out, and dilated, raising her head still higher. She snorted and then gave a loud, sharp blast as she released a haunting chorus of enchanting notes.Vocals calm and smooth, yet hinted livid coldness. You can fall from the sky,
You can fall from a tree.
But most of all,
You can fall in love with me. ooc: not my best |
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 18, 2006 8:58:44 GMT -5
The stag of crimson hue decended into the grounds.He was calm as he did so,obsidian daggers crushing the emerald stalks of botany below them.Dark pools contrasted dully to his coat,which seemed to shimmer slightly.He pauses,seeing a dam near.He moves towards her,stopping short and giving a small whicker to her,to get her attention.Now,the only question was,is she light,dark or neutral.He moves a little closer. 'Lo there...I'm Magma of Volcanic Valley...may I inquire your name?
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Post by r.andom on Jul 18, 2006 13:55:23 GMT -5
You can fall from the sky,
You can fall from a tree. Oh, spider-spun misfortune upon them all she brings, for Zynfendal is no daylight to your darkness, she will simply amplify it, make it resound about the empty walls of the dungeon you’re trapped in – she is murderous, torturous, manipulative, for she likes to play games with the mind, likes to toy with them, as a cat with a mouse before it kills the prey. He, Magma, of much the same as she, seductive, sweetling, so darling and innocent – but beneath it all? A monster, a monstrosity – it depicted her, at least. She snorted, quietened as he watched her, the dark of her eyes deadpan still but alluring with a sense of foreboding coming from the very air about her, the tension in the atmosphere. Her eyes searched his; found the beautiful jet-black of his... "Well, Magma. It's a pleasure. I am Zynfendal."But most of all,
You can fall in love with me.
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 19, 2006 9:42:29 GMT -5
The crimson brute nodded in response,and he continued to watch her,his eyes locked onto his before speaking again.I see since you are in the claiming grounds...you are looking for a home?It was an obvious question,but then again,he felt strange around her.ooc: bad bad bad bad..... 
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Post by r.andom on Jul 19, 2006 9:53:11 GMT -5
She snorts with that amusement growing, kindling being added to the stock of that emotion in her, and as he speaks she falls silent, although when he has finished she begins to laugh, in an almost threatening manner. Little does he know that his very thoughts (and she cannot read minds, but she can see all these emotions on his face) betray his very words; undermine them like they are useless and nothing. And now she thinks that maybe they are, that he is just another stallion that wants to get away from the hellhole he has been taken to.
"Well, yes. That would be the reason of me being here."
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 19, 2006 10:00:43 GMT -5
In his mind,thoughts whirred.Maybe it would be best if he figured if she was light,dark or neutral,but she seemed dark to him,but there was no harm in trying to figure out.He snorts before speaking again,his flicking his head to rid himself of a lock of hair.What would interest you in a land?It was simple,yes,but it could reveal many things.
ooc: My muse just died halfway through..o.o
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Post by r.andom on Jul 19, 2006 10:05:38 GMT -5
Oh, the lust, power, elegance – fatality. All of these lingered in her menacing slither of a stride, all of these occurred as she slipped like a knife through shadows and dreams, cutting them like a thorn of a rose. Deception (such a powerful, strong word – as much so as hate was) was part of her, darkness pure in her veins, supremacy something taken for granted in her aura. For yes, she was truly arrogance and lies, a blend of shredded dreams and broken hearts, and this made her fatal, made her true to whom and what she was. Satan could keep his cloak black, for Zynfendalwas his white counterpart, the white devil.
Watching him she tossed her dial, nape arching. "Well, it depends. I suppose it would have to be more on the dark side and well... Cool."
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 19, 2006 11:57:23 GMT -5
Well...I happen to have land nestled between mountains...it's cool with a lot of darkness thanks to the mountains and dead volcano...yet there is much to eat and drink.. Magma's tassel flicked from side to side,a bit violently,and he grimaced slightly as he killed a bloodsucker with ease.
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Post by r.andom on Aug 1, 2006 14:11:06 GMT -5
Thick clouds roiled overhead, though no precipitation fell from the sky. When the sun was out though, you had to walk around with your eyes constantly squinted. All in all it was not particularly comfortable, but even so Zynfendal much preferred winter [which was soon to arrive] far more than spring or summer. All the raucous creatures had either fled south for the bitter cold of the winter or burrowed deep in their dens to wait for the onslaught of spring. Being the warrior that she was, Zyn favored the frigid quiet of winter over the cacophonous heat of summer.
Hazel occuli remaining steady on well the bleakness around her, its mysterious depths seeming to pierce right through her, Al lounged easily in the chilling weather. The smirked lolled on her lips, ever-present and somewhat disarming. Auds perked to listen to the brute, she waited a few moment before replying. "Well, Sounds pretty nice. I suppose I shall join you. Lead the way."
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Aug 10, 2006 8:13:07 GMT -5
A smirk placed itself upon the maw of the neutral stallion and he nods ever so slightly.With a flick of his tail he begins to lead the way,his mind reeling with all the possibilities of the world.Dark eyes close for a moment before snapping back open as he moves into a trot,his land was not far,but still,he'd prefer to get there to escape the heat.
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Post by r.andom on Aug 10, 2006 8:21:02 GMT -5
ooc ll I'll post in his terra.
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Aug 10, 2006 8:25:04 GMT -5
(M'kay)
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