{♥}Aly{♥}
Yearling
One day your going to have a best friend for the life and the next you will have the worst enemy.
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Post by {♥}Aly{♥} on Oct 25, 2006 22:57:50 GMT -5
A bay overo mare two-beated quietly in. Her hooves beated softly on the hard dirt. She stopped and threw her dun cranium up into the air and reared, thrusting out at the air harshly. She pinned her dun peaks flat against her cranium and landed on the ground with another small thud. She shook her tiara and flicked her ebony whipcord. She whinnied shrilly and started to canter around the area waiting for a brute to come and save her from the devil who was after her. She had just escaped and felt bad for killing that juvenile but she had been in her way and this vixen was not one to be taunted/messed with or you would pay. Her nostrils quivered and she swatted at a fly that had just landed on her haunches. She snorted as another fly started buzzing around her cranium. She pinned her peaks back and thrashed her head around violently. She started to gallop around and whinnied again in frustration. [/center][/color]
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Post by The Wild One on Oct 26, 2006 18:33:24 GMT -5
[red] True evil had finally arrived. Doom entered, strong flints carrying him swiftly. Large bodice merely a mass of muscles covered be thick black flesh. Of arabic blood he was made of speed and uncommon strength.
Seeing the femme gallop about gave him a slight cackle. She's probably not even darq. Doom could only love truely evil faes. Approaching her awkwardly he spoke, "Greetings." is all he hissed. Swatting blood thirsty pests he awaited her reply.[/red]
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{♥}Aly{♥}
Yearling
One day your going to have a best friend for the life and the next you will have the worst enemy.
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Post by {♥}Aly{♥} on Oct 27, 2006 9:42:27 GMT -5
The vixen stopped and looked at the brute standing a few feet before her. She snorted and took a step towards him her flints moving quietly. She shook her cranium annoyed at his sudden presence. She glared at him then answered.
{Hello brute.}
She spat out harshly. Her tone was dark and cold. She stomped an ebony hoof and flicked her whipcord over her haunches. [/center][/size]
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Post by The Wild One on Oct 27, 2006 15:21:16 GMT -5
[red]Doom cackled. Attitude. "What is your buisness here?" he asked.
His mass of muscles shifted. His crown high, dark ooids glinting.[/red]
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{♥}Aly{♥}
Yearling
One day your going to have a best friend for the life and the next you will have the worst enemy.
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Post by {♥}Aly{♥} on Nov 1, 2006 2:16:59 GMT -5
Dark oculars glinted in the full moon. Her coat looked pure charred and her matron blade pawed the dirt painfully. She flicked her ebonite plume and her tone was harsh.
{My business? My business is no importance to you. The question is m'lord why you are here? To perhaps pick up on matriarchs or to fight masculis?}
She gave a cold, dark stare and she was smart mouthing off to this bulky brute. Blade had never been known to cower back infront of a vagabond but to fight back even if it meant fighting back against her will. Pearls showed as she pulled her velvets back. Nasal passages low to the dirt and charcoal dreads falling over her tabiries.
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Post by The Wild One on Nov 1, 2006 10:08:55 GMT -5
[red] smart mouth... "I am here becasue I heard the cry of a peasant femmora. Not the demoness I hoped for to take to my terrain." he retorted. Even though she was beautiful he said this to obtain her reaction. He wanted to see if there was any evil queen like manner in her.
His life had never been of sorrow or anger, actually quite enjoyable. Unlike most darqs he was raised darq and knew know better. He wasn't much of a forcer however time and again he would.
Bitterness had overwhelmed his heart even with his mostly enjoyable lifespan. A cold lonely wind had swept through his heart. Everyday the pain of not having anyone to love stabbed him. He would never admit but he wanted a darq mate. Darq femmoras who were truely darq were qite difficult to find these days.[/red]
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Post by The Wild One on Nov 1, 2006 10:17:01 GMT -5
Meanwhile another evil brute entered. Doom's arch enemy. Of firesian blood he towered over Doom. Doom was strong and fast but not comaprable to a friesian. Sinister Night had enetered. Also born a dark he was much more of a charmer than Doom.
Approaching the femme he flashed her a smile, "Salutations fair Demoness." he bowed low and respectfully to her. His long tresses were curly and extremely thick. Whiplash swatted only once but the weight and strend ofthe plume killed a dozen pests.[/sub] pic:
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{♥}Aly{♥}
Yearling
One day your going to have a best friend for the life and the next you will have the worst enemy.
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Post by {♥}Aly{♥} on Nov 4, 2006 19:27:58 GMT -5
She pinned her acoustics back."Peasent feminine? Oh no dear steed you are mistaken for a primpy femme not me." Her voice was quite firm now and she stomped a pedestal angered by his comment. She snorted and looked at Sinister Night. She rolled her optics."Greetings steed. Now may I ask why thy is surrounding me? I am not gorgeous nor nice so step away before I get very angered at both of you." She yelled indignantly.[/color]
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Post by The Wild One on Nov 4, 2006 21:01:51 GMT -5
[black]Sinister Night nodded and started t ostep away. He hoped to charm the fae, which truly looked bleak at the moment.
His thick muscles showed through his think flesh. His curly forelock danglingover his right eye and partially on his facade.[/black]
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{♥}Aly{♥}
Yearling
One day your going to have a best friend for the life and the next you will have the worst enemy.
Posts: 27
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Post by {♥}Aly{♥} on Nov 5, 2006 15:15:07 GMT -5
She looked at Sinister and gave him a cold glare which was a smile for shadowed horses. She pinned her twin pinnacles flat against her sunkist tiara."Thank you." She spat coldly. She stepped away from Doom and snorted. Personally if she had been easier, she would have gone with Sinister Night. He was handsome and charming at the same time. Doom on the other hand was a spoiled brat who wasn't very attractive but that's just Blade thinking of Blade."My calling is Blade, Sinister Night." She smiled and loved what her brother always had told her parents,"She no longer cries tears, but blood." That is what makes a true shadowed spitfire even more troublesome. Everything depends on past. Whether your sacred, torn, or shadowed it all depends on your past.[/color]
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Post by The Wild One on Nov 5, 2006 19:13:37 GMT -5
[black] "Blade. Ahh, I see. My pleasure of meeting you M'demoness." he flashed her a smile. He wondered if this fae could ever be his queen, he hoped but he hardly knew her. His harsh past still haunted his life. But he figured of he behaved charmingly he could get what he wanted. And so far it worked. He was lonely as well as Doom but he wasn't ashamed of admitting it.[/black]
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{♥}Aly{♥}
Yearling
One day your going to have a best friend for the life and the next you will have the worst enemy.
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Post by {♥}Aly{♥} on Nov 7, 2006 2:40:44 GMT -5
She gave him another glare"Well since you just met me I guess you should know a bit more about me. I was naturally born as a shadowed vixen. My dam was an ebony tobiano and she was beta to every herd she had lived in. My sire was a dust overo who had always been the lowest rank in the harem's he had traveled with. My dam and sire met while my dam was wandering away from the herd and my sire had just been kicked out again. I was born on October 22, 2001 and when I was a young juvenile I caused much trouble. When my parents died I was a full-grown dust and ebony vixen with white marks splashed on my face, bodice, and pillars. I was a strong femme, one not to be messed with. I am a wanderer and I vowed that I would never live in a harem ever again unless they were shadowed like me. Like my brother always said,'She don't cry no tears no more, she cries blood.' So what's your history Sinister Night?"[/b][/color]
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Post by The Wild One on Nov 10, 2006 18:22:54 GMT -5
[black] Sinister's orbs hardened. He then spoke in a more hushed voice. "Shunned. I was not the favorite of the lead's two sons. My mother was constantly abused be the stag. Despite my strength my depression weakened me. I began to wither away. My bones pointingthrough my dull thin flesh for I was nto allowed the nutritious diets of the others. In fact the arabian who was here befroe-lets just say I know thou stag. HE was the favorite. Receiving everything I was deprived of. My mother died. I fled the herd in search of my own life. I was like a lone wolf. Traveling from place to place with none to love. I grew back my flesh. My tresses long and curly, my mass 10 times stronger than Doom. I grew into the friesian stag I deserve to be. Then I turned to become more charming. I learned to be social with other horses. And I let the past go behind me. And that my fae, is when my life began." he trailed off.
Darq still possessing him despite his new happiness.[/black]
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{♥}Aly{♥}
Yearling
One day your going to have a best friend for the life and the next you will have the worst enemy.
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Post by {♥}Aly{♥} on Nov 12, 2006 21:58:00 GMT -5
Blade nodded totally forgetting about Doom."Well at least you lived in a herd. When I was born my parents were both wanderers along with my older brother. I still wonder to this day what my brother would be like to this day. I just vaguely remember his name. It was Knight or Crimson I forget but who cares about my sibling now. Sinister do you have a terra?" Her face glowed brightly in the moonlight and you could see now that her eyes were no longer ebony but flaxen. It happened only occasionally...on the day that her dam and sire died.
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Post by The Wild One on Nov 16, 2006 16:07:12 GMT -5
[black] He nodded, "Having a harem wasn't all that great for me though. I would've been better off if it was just my mother and I. We would have been able to eat and have overall been much happier." he whispered.
Nodding again he spoke, "I do have a terrain, tis called Cursed Island." he half smiled.[/black]
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