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Post by spania on Jan 7, 2006 20:21:19 GMT -5
Orbs wandered from left to right scanning the scenery. Her lobes picking up quickly with every slight sound. Her knives gliding over the ground rapidly scratching and scraping harshly scarring the land. She let all know she was there. Her aroma caming forth all could smell her. She brought hell with her. Her Cage heaved in and out loudly so if any decided they would sneak up she was ready for she gave herself away. Crimson bod rippled with the muscles underlying under her pelt. Her barrel not swolen like most. She was nothing but muscle and the warrior type blood. She tossed her crani' bobbing her dial ryhtmatically.
Rump was being slashed by her whipcords. Slashing stopped as her pelt began to tear in little lines Crimson Liquids trickling softly. Torso turned piveting on the ground flints scaring the ground even deeper. Her nares flared harshly and tresses draped tangled on her boa and blades. Her maw parted crimson stained ivorns could now be seen if any where near. Her bummer came out a wisping type hiss. Her canvas stood dull waiting as her expression and attitude was somewhat of abhorrence and bellicose... [/right] |
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Post by [.B.lade.] on Jan 7, 2006 21:10:52 GMT -5
Masculine brought himself silently across hell's ceiling. His slow and steady stride remained silent, so his thorns could catch any, and every sound within his limits... However, it was his nares that caught first sign of another creature... A vixen. Perhaps he could have a little fun with this one... He turned his skull in the direction of the scent, soon followed by his entire carcass. Within time, he could hear the fatale. Then see her... A wench the hue of hell itself. Wonderful... Vix's put up enough of a fight as it was, not that he was complaining, he was always up for a conflict. But... Perhaps this wench could prove to be a worthy use of his time. He approached the fem.
Well well... Look what we've got here.
Lyrics spewed from his maw like blood, running down the maw of a wolf shortly after it's meal... His tones were deep, and harsh. Making no effort to hide the fact that he was up to something...
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Post by spania on Jan 7, 2006 23:55:33 GMT -5
Wench piveted half way so she could face this one she knew not of. How intresting it was a stag himself to come and save a poor pathetic heart from falling any deeper if possible closer to hell. Her brainpan tilted she did not dip it out of respect for respect was earned and he had not yet earned any of hers if any exsisted. hiss Released from her slightly closed slightly parted kissers. She snapped them shut afterwards she would not answer him there was nothing to say at the moment.
Her occulies looked unto him she was one to stare the other right into the orbs. She was one of direct contact when it came to it. She was not afraid of no other equine. She remained silent for a moment though it was not part of her nature she was one of fiery blood and would show it right away. She parted her kissers and released her raspic vocals.
One Not that you can Handle Im Guessing with lines of speaking like that [/right] |
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Post by [.B.lade.] on Jan 9, 2006 11:08:06 GMT -5
A cold smirk tore slowly across his ivory maw at the fatale's words. Fiery... Within so little of time, her personality was already layed out for him. While a fiery spirit would come in handy at times, and provide the bronc with entertainment, there was still some trouble involved... They did what they wanted, when they wanted, with no regard to anyone else's orders... Unless, they held utmost respect, and viewed the commander as an equal... Or more.
You don't think I can handle you, huh...? Well, perhaps not, but... We'll see, won't we? What is your cursing vix...?
When he asked for her cursing, it was more of a demand than a question... As for the perhaps not, it's best not to mind the sarcasm. No doubt, all of the femme's with spirits like that thought themselves to be higher than any brute. A true mishap on their part...
OOC: Ughhh, lol crappyyyy -headdesk-
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Post by spania on Jan 9, 2006 21:40:01 GMT -5
Wench watched him think though his responce was somewhat held off he finally said what he had to. Oh he wanted to know her name. Quite intresting it was indeed. Would she tell him and be respectful towards him or would she hold off and see what he would do if she did not tell him. So many choices other then those but those are the ones that crossed her mind. She tilted her brainpan thinking with the back lobe and some of the front. Her whipcords rose and began to slash at her haunches once more. Her whipcords stopped as her fore went down on a stick and snapped it. Sounding like a bone soemthing she enjoyed to hear the bones of a light cracking underneath her or in her ivorns. She thought once more what to say. She parted her kisser and released her raspic lyrics.
Well Im Silent Screams...Who Might You be Brute
She asked she would not be difficult for this one. He seemed dark enough to be in her presence and not a fake. She waited patiently somewhat for him to respond. She would not wait forever but she would respect him for the moment. Her orbs glared in an almost gawk. Now she seemed to smirk upon him. Something yet she had not done. Never had she smirked for anyone but her maker and that only came to her for watching him kill her Sister. |
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