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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Jan 28, 2006 12:29:53 GMT -5
In the beginning, my friend, there was darkness. The earth was formed, and from the cruel beauty of the forest, the Evil One was ressurected...
The air was dark, and full of treason, lightening struck the mountain of the Darq, Barren terrain Bloodfest. A thunder sounded, and from the deep forest a figure was born. A tall, dark figure of champagne coating, with cruel crimson eyes born to kill. I, Appetite For Destruction, the Evil Incarnate, have come to rule the Darqs, and conqure Lyghtness forever more!!!! He spat, vocals loud and spreading to every landmark and every tree, and blood seemed to seep from the sky's cracks where the Lightening struck, and coat the evil Land with a coating of thick scarlet. The Evil One smiled, and turned to walk away. He would have his revenge on his brother, the Lyght Avalanche. He would have his vengeance on the Lyghts, and kill them all. He would rule the earth, Neutrale and Darq alike. There will be no Lyght. Appetite For Destruction.
Do not cross the cruel borders, my friend, unless your soul is fringed with wickedness. But most of all, do not cross the Evil Incarnate, Appetite For Destruction.
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 8, 2006 14:58:42 GMT -5
The ebon vix watched carefully from the shadows; she was not hiding, simply gathering information of the stag afore she presented 'erself to the impressive hellion. And she did want to do so with such a passion, subconciously aware there was no darqer stag in all the lands; nor could she wish for a more perfectly hell-ish home. But would 'e have her? Nay, fool, she thought wickedly. The real question is, will I have him? Having settled in 'er warped thinkbox that she'd gladly take the brute as 'er respected and worshipped Lead, and hopefully make a name for 'erself through the ranks, she stepped, blinking, out o' the shadows and into the light. The sun shone so sickeningly bright she wanted to immediately jump back into 'er dark haven, but carried mercilessly on, nearing the brute she'd been watching. Ebon optics ran o'er the male's form, 'er own bodice small aside 'is. Thsi both surprised and pleased 'er, for she liked a tall stag, and she had trouble finding those who were tall and hell-born... most were, much like 'erself, short and darq. *The shorter thee are, thee darqer ye are.* Her mothers words seemed lost on this hellion, and she stopped abruptly, wanting 'im to say the first speech, wanting first to hear 'is vocals afore she presented 'im with 'er own... auditives swivelled to catch 'is sound, and there she stood, in full view, and much aware of all around 'er... to the lyghts in the lands, she thought cruelly, there shall be a harsh awakening...
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 9, 2006 14:05:41 GMT -5
The Darkness has fallen.
Harsh audatives swivelled at the sound of another coming, yet the Wicked stag knew already of the newcomer before she even entered his realms. 'E pawed at the ground, snorting roguishly. His devilish scarlet gaze was quick to notice the femme' s hate of the sunlight, so shared by Thee. He snorted, rearing upwards, and summoning the power he had been granted fairly by the Lord of All Horses, the one who had created time itself, The King. Not the idiotic Avalanche, but a power greater than all others combined. 'twas by this power that Appetite For Destruction gained control over the Elements. With a strike of his hooves, a powerful call rang out from dreaded signets, and this time as he thudded down, not only the call drifted through the wing. A thick, sparse foggage of rain-clouds spread suddenly, drifting from all the Points of the Compass combined to cover up the Cursed sun from the Darq Lord's bodice. At once, a thunder bolt struck the earth around the stallion, and suddenly a fire started, forming itself into a ring 'round the stallion. 'E smirked, as the Elements were coaxed to his will, and the sun did not touch its rays on Bloodfest anymore. This was his birthright, and no other could control the elements like himself - it was impossible. A cruel smile twisted itself over his leer, for this was his favourite way to impress a fatale. He stamped one hoof again, and the flames slowly died now, yet his tread on the ashes before they were unlightened. Approaching the femme, he smiled cruelly, his opticals flaring crimson. Welcome, wench, to Bloodfest. He said, hideous words twisting like poison from his charcoal kissers.
There shall be no return. [/color]
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 13, 2006 19:17:06 GMT -5
She half trembled at 'is presence; yet somehow managed to look calm and collected; though 'er thougths were in turmoil; seeing that 'e could control the elements impressed 'er even more; is arrogance she enjoyed beyond the shadow of a doubt. Here was a true dark, one she could hopefully converse with, one who she knew instinctively would never treat 'er like a lyght. Feeling 'is portals rest 'pon 'er, she stretched to 'er full height, knowing full well she did not look half as feisty as she was. Ebon pelt covered 13hh frame, but despite 'er lowered height she packed quite a powerful punch, so to speak. Vocals drifted out 'pon the winds, snagging on 'is auds. Stream was smooth and seductive, carressing 'im lightly.
*'Ello Hellion. I can see easily by your standings that you are a stag of high regard. Might I inquire as to which position you have been cursed with, Evil One? And as for myself staying here... we shall see about that, shan't we?*
A teasing light entered 'er fiery orbs, and she stepped towards him, taking care not to look intimidating, for though 'er words were brave, she knew she was conversing with a hellion of the highest degree...
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 14, 2006 8:51:10 GMT -5
ooc:// Um...sorry I keep changing fonts...but this is final, I promise. ic:// [glow=black,9,900] A thunder rumbled somewhere in the distance, roaring like a lion prepared to strike. In the cold, merciless night, the stag's cruel crimson chasms looked 'pon the femme, slight question in them. The fae confused him. It was a strange, odd way - for who had heard of the Lord of Darqness puzzled - by a femme? She was feisty, with a stubborn sense of royalty to herself. This would have normally enraged the great brute - but he found himself at peace. He snorted, the sound husky and cruel, eviller than the thunder itself. And he spoke, replying in words that dripped acid.
"Who am I?"
He repeated, a cold sarcasm in his tones.
"You dare enquire who am I in this terrain?"
Charcoal kissers curled, 'is eyes glinting maliciously.
"I, femme, am Appetite For Destruction. I am the Lord of Darqness, the opposite of that fool Avalanche. Some call me the Evil Incarnate - others the Evil One."
He paused, smiling coldly at the femme's next question.
"Think about it? You humour me, fae."
At once his cranium snake forwards, and dreaded zephyrs, cruel and pointed, colllided with the mare's soft dark flesh. he bit, drawing blood and turning to face her again.
"You have no choice in this, Harsh Awakening."
He spoke 'er name harshly, although one may enquire on how he knew it, one would be left in wonder. It was one of the interesting curiosities about Appetite For Destruction. One which would never be explained.
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 16, 2006 21:30:44 GMT -5
the femme trembled at 'is vocals, for they truly were that of a royale; however, she dare not show it, for fear that respect should be taken as weakness, and exploited unto 'er in the most disagreeable way. When 'e nipped 'er, the fire burned feircley in 'er portals, and ebon wench clicked 'er jaws together warningly, flashing two rows of pearly ivories. When 'e spoke her curse, however, accursed vixen's jaw nigh dropped to the sod; how did 'e know 'er? Shaking, and stretching 'er graceful boa out in a long arch, she spoke again, awaiting eagerly the stags next move.
I shall call you Destruction, then, If it should please ye, Lord
the calling was spoken in sarcasm, the minx basically spitting out the word lord, for it left an unpleasant feeling in 'er vocal strings.
As for having no choice.... if ye disagree with thee enough, i shalhave to condemn myself to death and darkness; and then here you would be alone.. except that other you took at the grounds, for she 'twas stupid enough to set flint there....
the mare spoke bitterly; to her, ignorance, stupidity and lack of respect for a higher one was completely unnaceptable. The other mare had just waived all of 'er rights as a 'quine when she stood in that clearing alone and she had known it, too....
omg this really sucks sorry:-)
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 17, 2006 9:19:25 GMT -5
ooc:// No its ok - I like evilness. I may have to powerplay very slightly in this post..knock her to the ground..hope you don't mind. If you do, I'll change it. And I have a clever plot in store for her +taps head+ if you agree. A broodmare for him...obviously hates it, hates him, but is forced to bear brythen. It would be an interesting twist... [glow=black,9,900] A wicked smile was given. He dismissed her first vocals, but a sarcastic sneer echoed on his kissers at the second. Within a split second, the stag dived forwards, planting all his strength in one hoof, which he drove into the mare's chest, drawing a slight wound, but knocking her to the ground until he stood atop her, glowering.
"If ye were to die, fae,"
'e hissed, pressing the sharp, heavy hoof harder into her lovepiece,
"'Twould be I who take thee life."
He snapped, his portals glimmering poison. None would disobey him in his land. Or they would perish. He swung backwards, releasing Harsh Awakening, once he was satisfied at the remnants. Then, an even crueller thought entered his brain. From what he had seen from the fae so far, she was one who was proud, and was respectful of herself and her rights. So what way would there be better to torture her than use her as a slave...a pleasure mare. He tossed his crania high once more, looking over Harsh Awakening once more.
"You, fae...ye will be my pleasure-mare."
'E hissed, smiling coldly. A broodmare...a pleasure to himself, and a torture to her. For what else would the Darq Lord be worthy? [/glow][/color]
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 19, 2006 20:00:04 GMT -5
The femme gasped as she landed painfully on the ground, but mangaed to hold a look of injured pride. Getting up and shaking, she was prepared to ignore him until 'e said what 'e'd had in mind..... Turning to him, 'er protals had been set aflame, and she screamed to the skies, all the respect she'd harboured for the stag rushing out of 'er thinker. How dare he??
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 20, 2006 14:53:50 GMT -5
[glow=black,9,900]
The skies darkened at the mare's glance, and although it were Appetite For Destruction who had controlled the change, the mood would not have seemed more pessimistic. 'is gaze stayed on the mare's rump as she turned away, and something like a trace, a shard of pity crossed over his face. Yet immediately it passed, and he shook his head irritably, as if angry at himself for letting emotion slip through the net that was his pallet.
"If you had expected a better welcome, you should have been born a Lyght,"
'E spat hideously. There was no resentment left in him now. The fae had come willingly to the Darqest horse alive, and she had got what she was seeking. No worries..?
"Now you will come with me, Harsh Awakening."
He smirked, stepping forward to nip her on the rump as if to justify his point. His ivories did not draw blood though - even to his harem of pleasure-mares he had a certain amount of respect. A certain amount? A teaspoonful.
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 22, 2006 21:06:23 GMT -5
ooc:: didnt i post here??? i htought i did already........
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 23, 2006 13:17:22 GMT -5
ooc:// well obviously not...XP
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 23, 2006 20:36:30 GMT -5
]lol too ture, too true....... anyways here goes nothing!! sorry, its a bit... bad... lol ;D
Ebonite femme's anger boiled up inside of 'er, 'til it could be contained no longer and spilled o'er the brim of 'er very existence... the word's 'ed spoken and the shove 'ed given had been suffiecient to keep 'er outrageous spirit calmed and under control for the few moments it had taken him to speak of 'is evil purposes towards the vixen. Sharp nip on the nostril corrected 'is distasteful and discrimanating actions t'wards the mare. Orbics flamed, a blazing inferno of dislike and distrust present, and the slightest bit of offense aklso showed itself, though less forward. Tassells and banner flying freely in the wind, night-hued doe seemed to make her surroundings a darker and more dismal place, something which soother 'er ruffled feathers. Vocals flew forth, riding quickly forth on precariously balanced ice, screeching 'er hatred to the vast murky skies above 'er. Shortened seductress had thoughts, thoughts that had to be voiced.
*Stag!! How dare ye treat me like ye have!! Thou shalt pay for what you've done, Appetite!! I for one completey refuse to follow you as a pleasure mare, though as some form of heirarchy it could be a possibility....I refuse to bring flicka's into this realm without some sort of title to befit them. So you, stag of darqness, need to show a little respect for one of my caliber.*
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 25, 2006 12:26:25 GMT -5
[glow=black,9,900]
As he gazed at the enfuriated mare, the sight gave 'im pleasure. He laughed, long and high, echoing cruelly over the cursed terrain. Finally he turned back to her, and evil glint in his scarlet eye.
"Well if you won't come with me...we'll have to do this here."
He said cruelly, and suddenly a strong, bliding flash of lightening occured, so bright and fiery that the stallion was simply a shadow as he lunged sidewards and atop the mare's rump. [/glow]ooc:// No, its fine! By the way, the Admin Comp is taking place in Gossip...did you want to enter? You have a few days until the deadline, hurry!
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 25, 2006 12:43:01 GMT -5
LOL sdure... thankies for telling me XD.... ill post soon ima go post in the competition then ill come back here...
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 25, 2006 13:33:17 GMT -5
okies, back on XD..... i god-modelled a bit on this sorry..... BIC: She whireld around to face the satg, not wishing to leave 'erself open for even the slightest excitement could mean her immenent breeding... and that was not what she wanted to do. She bartered cautiously with her prized possesion, which was her bod, and this stag wanted her to exchange it for nothing.. she would not be a fool. This hellion wanted her to be his pleasure mare.. ha!! She yearned for a higher position, and if not finding it here, she knew there was yet another in the lands. Feisty temper would not allow her to submit without a fight.... she threw him off roughly, and relished the sound 'is flints made as they connected with sod. She had hoped for him to fall, but apparently that was not to be... one would have to hold out for what they wanted, and this stag, however powerful, would have to do the smae. She did prize herself immensley, and knew her irghts and oundaries. She also knew that, because he had precipitated the attacks, she was not at fault. An aura of menace now surrounded the doe, and she used it to its full advantage taking in the deadly scent of dismality and using it to fuel her darqness. Daggers sliced through the air, and connected sharply with his foreleg, though not meant to hurt. Just as a warning to stay away. Vocals laced with hatred flew through the air, and she was fully disgusted with the hellions demenetd thinker. 'Er next words showed it... You shan't have me that easily, Stag. Try again, but with respect this time...
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