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Post by Satan's Prize on Apr 18, 2006 21:15:36 GMT -5
[glow=navy,2,300]
Strong hind pillars pushed the femme foward into the unknown realm. Black orbs darted to and fro searching the land, while her nardes flared at all of the strange smells. The land was empty, why, she wondered but put no real thought into it. Midnight hued banner dragged behind the vixen as she cantered on further and further into the terra.[/glow]
[/center] {I know really short but i don't feel so go right know}
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Post by .:.~*~ Terenita ~*~.:. on Apr 18, 2006 21:24:22 GMT -5
A sheild of clouds glided over the moon, shadowing the land in darkness. And as this happened, an ebon carcass glided from the forest. Scarlet optics eyed the mare curiously, but not without caution. He knew better than to run in and reveal his prescense. That would ruin the fun.
Harks laced back, he flared his nares, gaining more her scent. Directly in front of her. And he strode from the underbrush, revaelign his massive 17 hand frame. All the stainment of midnight charcoal. Except his eyes. They were a bloody crimson. Like the blood that tainted his daggers.
"I suggest you do not run, wrench. It will only waist your energy."
His voice was cold, hollow. It reflected his mind, the place where his devious thoughts originated. And now, one of those cunning plots were forming in that little chasm that he caled his soul. [/color] |
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Post by Satan's Prize on Apr 19, 2006 17:38:01 GMT -5
[glow=teal,3,400] The bay figure turned to see the brute. 'er orbs sparked madly as she looked at the stallion for a short moment. Crimson orbs almost drawing her in. 'er maw formed into a devilish smile as a half rear and half strike was given coming down upon the turf her own icy tone rang forth
Who said anything about running
The sly smirk faded away as twin harks fell back against the vixens dial. The stag was rather intimidating his 17 hh body compared to her 15.5 hh bod. None the less the doe was not afraid, she never had been afraid and never would be. Pain was her master and she had learned to give into it, but nothing else controlled her. [/glow][/center][/size]
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