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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 4, 2006 14:03:20 GMT -5
Dam of silverish hue stands near the stream.A look of disgust is placed upon her maw as she stands there.Pale orbs flicker from one dam to another.Light and dark alike resided here.She wrinkles her maw and turns away,tassel flicking and ridding her of the blood sucking parasites that seemed so abundant lately.Nigrescent daggers mark the earth with each step,crushing the emerald stalks of botany below them.She snorted,reaching an area that was shaded,relief from the heat at last.Sweat was already showing on her bodice as she stood there.
Her mother raised her a witch,and her father was never there.A typical life she thought.Harks flicker back and forth.Pale orbs seem to stare through the other dams in the area,waiting for a stag to claim them.She snorted,who would want to claim this dam?This dam that had wandered near and far,rejecting all around her,for she felt that they were not good for her.She held herself up in the higher parts,she was the one to be treasured.She reared up on her hind pistons,screaming out to the world,daring any stag to try and claim her.A smile slowly crossed her maw,wicked and oh so tantalizingly seductive.She snorted and waited for the answer to her call.
ooc: Yesh..I copied and pasted...only because I'm too lazt to type right now XDD
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Post by r.andom on Jul 4, 2006 15:05:23 GMT -5
Oh, spider-spun misfortune upon them all he brings, for Ahmar is no daylight to your darkness, he will simply amplify it, make it resound about the empty walls of the dungeon you’re trapped in – he is murderous, torturous, manipulative, for he likes to play games with the mind, likes to toy with them, as a cat with a mouse before it kills the prey... He, proud, arrogant, stood atop the ridge and looked upon her, and how, in that moment, a smirk, barely visible, curved his features as he looked upon the silver mare, beautiful, flawless ... perfection. Al - Ahmar watches her silently a few more moments before striding languidly across the sands that stretch to the horizon, the water lapping like a playful dog at its heels, and he approaches the black as she turns to watch the wave, his pace sliding and not exactly brisk. He seems to slither up beside her, a playful menace in his step, brushing against her in a rough yet not too harsh manner, before drawing up beside her ”Well 'Ello, there poppet. And who might you be?” and he hangs back to watch her again. Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry
Your friends always told you
That I would always lie
Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you
That my heart will always want you |
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 5, 2006 17:49:09 GMT -5
She smirked,turning her head to face him before speaking ShatteredSilver is what they dubbed me... But for reasons not unknown.Her dam had indeed raised her to be a demoness,a pregnant dog in certain terms.And as she grew,her dam had another foal,a colt.They named him Silver,and she had broken his spirit easily,for she had not been named at the time,and they gave her the name,ShatteredSilver,for that very reason.
She flicked her tassel for a moment or so before speaking once more And you are?
Her eyes,as cold as river ice,seemed to gaze through him instead of at him.The smile curved her features for only a brief moment before it disappeared once more as she awaited his answer.
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Post by r.andom on Jul 6, 2006 8:00:58 GMT -5
Such wildness, such subtle hatred – he was a leech on them, clinging, sucking away the life of them, he lurked in shadows and in darkness, he lured them as they turned, fleeting, knife-like against the blackness of a world where evils were distinguished as weak – unworthy of attention of lights. He, he would prove them wrong, those foolish children who thought that they were always on the right side – that darkness could never take over them. Oh, poor, foolish children, doomed to live a life of disrespect, they were indeed – for they underestimated the power of he, the power of the dark side. They were wrong, they, children of the light, had never known such power as of those borne of spiders and tar-pits. He, smirking, would stand, and watched her with eyes showing no emotion, a lack of such that was surely not meant to be. He, darkness clad in silver and finery, saw her gaze, saw the awe, the obsessive lust as he ran his muzzle down the crest of her neck, as she felt the supple firmness of his muzzle, the lust-bringing touch of the spine. And Ahmar, emotionless once again. "Silver, you may call me Ahmar short for Al - Ahmar." with such a malice in his words that it was unavoidable. Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry
Your friends always told you
That I would always lie
Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you
That my heart will always want you |
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 6, 2006 18:08:49 GMT -5
Ahmar it is... Silver said,showing no sign that the touching against her did anything.She snorts,tossing her head lightly,pale eyes giving that same cold stare.
Silent now she was,waiting.No,she would not speak,not right now anyway.She was borne of cold fire and hell's demons and would not be treated like some common wench.Still,she keeps her gaze on him,ever watching his every move and catching every word.She,the very embodiment of hell's angel,would decide her own fate,and if this stallion was even worth her time.Her body was nearly perfect,and all swathed in silver sheen.
ooc: Blagh...that SUCKED! sorreh..o.0
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Post by r.andom on Jul 7, 2006 13:52:02 GMT -5
Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry
Your friends always told you
That I would always lie He, spun of shadow and mystery, knew of his own longing to touch her, to feel the smooth serenity of skin against skin, flesh against flesh – he longed to slide against her, to feel her there and with him always, to let silence wrap around them, to run his muzzle along the fine hairs of her spine and feel the whiskers prickle like velvet when you rubbed it the wrong way – oh, she was velvet, and so far he’d been velvet too, and they – they rubbed each other the right way... Such malice could be seen in his stance, such aggression in the way he held himself – he had no finesse such as many stallions, only the brutality of the real world, only what was really there. Watching the wrench toss her dial, a smirk curled at the edges of his kissers. "Well. Now that we have our names done, I do suppose you are looking for a harem." his vocals seemed calm and cool yet had all the malice and aggrestion as normal. Your friends always told you
That you will find some one new
But your friends never told you
That my heart will always want you |
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 7, 2006 14:00:14 GMT -5
I suppose you could say that. Shattered's voice held every ounce of hatred available in the depths of hell itself. And one does wonder if there are any harems worth my time... She was voicing her thoughts aloud of course,but was really wanting to know what gave this stallion the guts to come to her and ask if she had a harem.
She was one to have a thrill of figuring out what made others tick.It gave her a sense of amusement in lame terms.She watched him,tassel flicking to rid her of the pests enarby.
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Post by r.andom on Jul 7, 2006 14:10:45 GMT -5
Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry And the cold, emotionless stallion watched her with an indifference that was frightening or unsettling in the least; let his eyes sway and dance over the vigorous and seductive curves of her body and the roughly-cut wildness which she brought with her. His touch could become so soft, so sensitive, so malicious with very few, and even then he plucked at flesh with his teeth in such a delicate manner, he could place a nip to their hide and he could watch the thin trickle of blood flow, and he cared not. Ahmar watched her with a malice that had always been there, his neck remaining in the arch ”Well.” he ran his muzzle down the curve of her neck again ”What would cause you to take an intrest in one…?” But your friends never told you
That my heart will always want you |
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 7, 2006 14:17:40 GMT -5
Shattered narrowed her eyes at his touch.Yes,he was sleek,powerful,wild and dangerous,everything she liked in a stallion,yet that did not make her want to join the land.She,the very embodiment of everything hated in the world,would not settle for a mere small terriotory and some stallion that thought he could claim her.But the feeling on her neck was oh so wonderful,and she spoke again. It depends.....Is it large or small? Hot or cool? Worthy of me or not?
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Post by r.andom on Jul 7, 2006 16:21:48 GMT -5
Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry The pure darkness of him was true and complete, he stood a mere shadow, twisted and wrathful, wrong yet right - and he defied every law that said no animal was born bad. They thought they had proof of this, but these dumb, dull creatures had been domesticated and trapped, while he; he was free. He had been born bad, and he hadn’t changed - wild horses couldn’t afford to spend time changing. Wild horses were different - they were rugged and sharp, quick to flee or to fight - quite unlike the tame, dumb animals that went each day with a rider on their back and fled at the crack of a whip. Auds rising as she spoke a low rumble of a laugh came from in him. "Well. Silver Creek, being a Royal Terra, is quite large. It being near a creek and in the forest keeps the temperature low. And as for being suited for you. That I suppose you'll have to findout yourself."But your friends never told you
That my heart will always want you |
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 7, 2006 19:38:04 GMT -5
The promise of coolness seemed to draw to her.She gave a flicker of a smile,but it quickly vanished. Sounds like a land fit for the darks. She ecspecially liked the fact that the name was Silver Creek.She supposed that she could go along with it and see if it was fit for her.She shook her silver coat,ridding herself of the flies for the moment.Shattered snorted I suppose I shall accompany you to your lands... She flicked her tail,waiting.
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Post by r.andom on Jul 8, 2006 14:23:29 GMT -5
Your friends always told you
That I would make you cry He smirks, cold black eyes resting upon her elegant, slender figure as he sizes her up in a way, watching as she considered his questioning. At her answer, his cold, mirthless grin grew, and he placed a nip upon her barrel once more before replying ”Nice to hear, poppet.” he smirks, stretching his muzzle out to once more nip her neck before moving it to her ear ”Shall we?” and here he draws back, pressing his body against hers in a firm embrace to show his dominance before pulling himself away and watching her intently. But your friends never told you
That my heart will always want you |
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Post by S.hattered.S.ilver on Jul 8, 2006 17:41:36 GMT -5
She watched him with those ever cold eyes before nodding stiffly.We shall... She stood there,waiting for him to lead the way.She scrunches her nose in the heat,it was now getting unbearable,as it was midday.She snorts,her tail lashing from side to side,keeping the blood sucking parasites at bay for the moment.
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Post by r.andom on Jul 11, 2006 16:26:29 GMT -5
ooc:
I'll post in Silver Creek
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