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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Feb 12, 2006 21:20:12 GMT -5
Strong And Brave, I'm Something You Should Crave
The sun set low over the horizon like a bloodied egg. The calmness in her devilish mind swelled greatly, cockiness growing. Ebon tresses swayed behind her leisurly, crimson optics glancing up. The stars weren't shining. A smirk curled on her maw, snorting softly. Nothing could hurt her. She was in her own realm. A poem erupte from her kissers, a poem of darkness and words of unholiness.
"Miracles of hell
Rose than fell
No one can take
The Empty brake
That lies within my heart
But now it's to late to start
I have no where to run
No where to hide
Just an empty box
That lies inside".
Dark Serendipity
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 13, 2006 9:12:18 GMT -5
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As darkness settled, a smooth shape glided from the shadows, blood dripping from its heavy daggers. Frenzied opticals were of pure scarlet, 'is hide coal-grey in the darkness.
The brutus approached, unseen, unheard towards the unsuspecting victim. Adrenalin rushed through the stallion's body at the thought of what wicked things he shalt do to the mare before him.
He waited till the world was still, the breeze lifted, and halted. 'Is muscles tensed, the femme's rump just metres away from his glittering, glimmering form.
The Darq Lord, Appetite For Destruction would bear brethren this very night.
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Feb 13, 2006 18:51:33 GMT -5
Born of air to thick and dark
The femmen stopped short, sensing a disturbance in the land. Shurging to herself, after growing bored, she continued on about the lake. With each step she took, grass died, flowers wilted, ground grew dry and cracked, and splaters of the blood she had drawn soaked the earth. Her ebon tresses cracked sparks in the wind, a midnight stained fire. Paperthins flared as she snorted roughly, her harks lay in their pinned positions, crimson optics stared at the foliage in front of her. Wickedness swelled in her Arabian blood, of darkest lineage thought to exist.
Strong of will and unholy of heart...
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 14, 2006 8:36:24 GMT -5
ooc:// Great! Um...this may seem weird, but could you please not use my new style of posting? I'm doing a centered glow. I mean, at first I had the poem-lines surrounding the text...then you took that...so I'm changing to this..so please refrain from mimicking. And also... Appetite For destruction is the darqest horse on CR...and, as I have quoted before, he is the only one gifted with Darq powers. Only his queen will be permitted to share them. Please change postie. Thx.  ic:// [glow=black, 9,900]
A wicked sneer was given, a self-satisified smirk. The fatale would be perfect as a broodmare for his harem. Whether she liked it or not.
A thunder struck, but with a soft snort it stopped mid-growl. Appetite For Destruction preffered silence on his darker doings. And now, with the breath of wind stilled, the sky streaked red and crimson and midnight-coal, the brute pounced.
Being a large framed creature, it took one leap to land himself directly behind the fae. Wasting no time, he snarled, and reared 'pwards, striking down on the mare's back with hard, heavy bloodstreaked hooves. He did not mercy her. At all.
At once his tool was unleashed, and he grabbed a piece of mane savagely, tearing it as he began the painful, cold-hearted journey to the femme's uterus.
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Feb 15, 2006 21:14:44 GMT -5
)()The darqest? I think not... And the other stuff, sorry, lol, figurative speech...()(
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 16, 2006 10:50:03 GMT -5
ooc:// Well seeing as I Admin CR, of course I can control my own character's reflection on the world? So unless you can name another, unknown, Adminstrator who can prove AFD's Darqness otherwise, we shall assume that I am in the right. As for the others, my mistake - I don't get metaphors sometimes.  Anyway,back to the rp- |
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Feb 16, 2006 21:23:24 GMT -5
)()Ok, my typing figure hurts, cause I accidently clipped the inside of the nail, and it'd take me two hours to type 1 paragraph!()(
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 17, 2006 9:14:32 GMT -5
ooc:// Ouch! well reply as soon as you can...
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Mar 21, 2006 19:25:38 GMT -5
)()Lol, yea, sorry, I'm a little bit of a copy cat.()(
As the brute landed on her haunches, Serendipity screamed and tossed her think box into the air, automatically attempting to rise on her pistons. To much weight on her back. Pinning her harks, she bared her ivories, trying to throw back her dial and bite this...this... beast, but the grip he had on her banner kept her from doing anything. She stomped her daggers. How dare he rape her!! There was nothing Serendipity could to stop him. She didn't care. Flaring her paperthins, she screamed again, louder and shriller than before. Again she tried to rear, getting one or two feet of the ground, but landing with a sickening thud. She was rebellious, and she loved. The creature would not rape her without a fight. |
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 25, 2006 4:26:07 GMT -5
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Smiling at the mare's struggling, the stag's ivories dug deeper, until he pierced the soft flesh under the mane. Blood trickled over the mare's ebon hide, staining it deep mahogany.
But still the stag bred. Seed after seed was unleashed, until even the Darq Lord was exhausted. Deciding to make a little show of letting go, he swung his maw high over the mare's elegant tiara, and as he slid off, one hoof viciously tore the flesh of her spine.
Grinning cruelly, he walked 'round to the mare's pallet.
"You will now come to Bloodfest."
He said evilly, words dripping poison. This was a command ; t'was expected to follow. The mare was tired, Destruction realised - that would work to his advantage.
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Mar 25, 2006 19:27:47 GMT -5
Pistons shivered as she felt unleash his seeds. It was over. Her freedom was over. As the stag spoke, she walked up to him and glared at him through crimson slits, gleaming with hatred, but a little bit a pride. After, she had been claimed by The darq Lord, right? "Very well then. Master" she hissed, flaring her caves and pinning her auds as close to skull as she could. Optics blazed with ruby flames, her spirit spreading like a wild fire. Master. SHe rolled the word around on ehr tounge. it didn't sound right. Not right at all. [/color] |
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Apr 8, 2006 13:38:33 GMT -5
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The brutus inclined his cranium in would could have been approval, but was probably a wonder of what other evil he woudl do that night.
"Go."
He spat suddenly. The way he said it didn't ask for a reply.
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Apr 9, 2006 0:22:21 GMT -5
Serendipity's firey gaze swept upon him for a few moments. But she went into a smooth lope, ebon banner bouncing against her nape. She knew the way to Bloodfest. How many times had she looked upon it, snorting and thinking how she would die if fate had brought her there. And now, just beyond the horizon it lay.
Was it a dream?
Or...
A...
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Anyway,back to the rp-