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Post by Satan's Prize on Feb 11, 2006 13:37:32 GMT -5
Black vixen trotted into the dark realm. The sun hid behind the grey clouds that covered the sky. A foggy mist enveloped 'er in a ghost like shield. She halted and looked up only to see the faint outline of the mountains. 'er maw parted as she let out a spine chilling scream. 'er call echoed through the land as she waited for the one that had told her to come here. Keen orbs searched around 'er carefully for her lord.[/color]
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 12, 2006 9:12:40 GMT -5
x. Vengeance Unspoken .x
Heavy, blood-adorned hooves pressed at the dry earth as the Evil Incarnate, Darq Lord Appetite For Destruction two-beated into his cursed lands. Kissers pulled back in an ugly snarl, and his breath came ragged, husky and cruel.
So you came,
He hissed, stamping one hoof as he halted in front of his new vixen, Satan's Prize. 'e was pleased with the new addition to his herd, and already had a good mind on what to do with her bodice.
Ye shall begin at a Higher Rank female, and I shall monitor ye behaviour, and perhaps I shall higher your rank in due time,
He said coldly, not waiting for a reply . Classic champagne hued coating rippled with crimson venom, and his cold, poisonous gaze glowed scarlet in the dim, darkness of 'is home, Bloodfest.
x. Thy Evil Incarnate .x
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Post by Satan's Prize on Feb 23, 2006 16:26:06 GMT -5
The fae bobbed her dial once in acknowledgment. 'er orbs searched the land it seemed so dull. But she knew better or she thought she did any way. 'er banner swished from side to side quickly as she swished away the pests that had landed atop her arab figure. 'er ghostly shape was hidden in th fog slightly but she could clearly she the shape of her lord. Such a fine stag she thought but dismissed it as she searched the land once more. Soon the vixen had taken in all there was to see. Her atention went back to the bronc. She snorted out of boredom. What to do next she wasn't sure. She pawed at the dead earth below her lightly scaring it. [/color][/center] |
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 26, 2006 13:13:06 GMT -5
Harsh trotted in, snorting disgustedly with the mare aside 'er. Looknig 'er over, she realised she was pretty, but to go to the claimance hill without even a choice to show for her stag...... willingly??? Oh well, you are no better, you stupid doe. You came to him. Turning to face 'er again, disturst flashed in 'er portals, and she quickly dismissed the thought that the vix was of higher rank. What would she care? 'Twas his herd anyways, and therefore she harbored no respect for those who made it up. Speaking dangerously, icy lyrics were forced forth towards the other femme, ignoring completely Appetite.
And who be you?
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Post by Satan's Prize on Feb 26, 2006 18:32:57 GMT -5
Cold black orbs watched as the new fae appaered. She snorted lightly she she near. Auds pinned back as she stood still watching the new vixen. As the vixens cold tone hit her auds she realease her own spine chilling tones. Why is it any of you business to know my cursing She spat harshly at the wrentch. She had no respect for her probably never would but how was she to guess that far ahead. She stood in silence for a breif moment then let her cold tones slip for her maw once more. But if you must know it is Satans Prize and what is yours She smirked at the her. As her cold dark orbs ripped into her.[/color]
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 26, 2006 20:56:21 GMT -5
Harsh glared at her, injured pride seeking revenge, and she could barely hold in the desire to spit out some unforgivable insult, yet somehow she did. Turning coldly away from Appetite, she stared at the fae opposite 'er coldly, lifeless orbs portraying naught of the betrayal and confusion she felt inside. Somewhere inside of 'er, she wished to become friedns with the fae, yet the rest said not to make any aqquiantances in this harem. Loss was painful, adn with a satg as crazed as theirs, who knew how long they'd survive?? Tones softened slightly, as the fae began to rise 'in 'er eyes. One who would give their name right away.. pathetic. One who held off.... acceptable. My curse, Satan, is Harsh Awakening. I'd suggest you stay away from me, for your own good as well as mine. Perhpas the Draq Lord Appetite,Mockery was strongley evident in 'er vocals, and she cast a sideways glance at the cruel stud.Does not wish for his prized Walking Wombs to converse with eachother. We may start to develop something horrible, like opinions, and self-worth.[/right] |
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 27, 2006 13:26:43 GMT -5
ooc:// Btw, Satan's Prize, the Admin Comp. is on at Gossip...if you want to enter, the deadline is in two days.  lol, I'm not sure hows this gonna work...but I guess he'll be in 2 places at once.  ic:// [glow=black,9,900]
The Lord remained hostile during the mares' short conversation. He was curious to see how they reacted to one another's presence, and his bloodstreaked scarlet orbs glimmered on through the eternal darkness.
Yet as his Broodmare turned to him, zephyrs pulled back in a snarl. He had hurt the mare, internally and physically. But no guilt writhed within him. Just pure, cold satisfaction.
He made no reply, just a bitter glare. He would deal with Harsh later. But just as a further insult to the fatale's tattered pride, he turned and spat,
"You may be dismissed, slave."
The last word was spoken with strengthened malice.
Now he returned his gaze to Satan's Prize. The evil chasms looked 'p and down the mare's carcass briefly, but for now Appetite was content with one pleasuress.
"Explore."
He said briefly, the words more a command than a question.
Then he drew closer, his harsh breath nearly on Satan's spine.
"But remember this, Satan's Prize. I am always watching thee."
As if on cue, in the distance a thunder rumbled. And then the stallion turned, and galloped off, but a flash of lightening later, he was no more than a shadow disappearing into the thick woods.
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 27, 2006 17:22:27 GMT -5
harsh bared gleaming ivories at 'im, pride not getting much more injured... 'e had already taken the ultimate advantage of her... what more could he do?? she would not give him the satisfaction....
*I did not ask to be dissmissed...*
arg g2g
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Post by Satan's Prize on Feb 27, 2006 18:56:27 GMT -5
Black pools gazed at the stallion shaking him from her dial for the time being she turned back to the mare. Perhaps she had miss taken her. She did not seem like what she had come to suspect at first arrival. She had self pride something that wasn't as strong it 'erself. She snorted lightly as the thunder cracked behind her bring Appetite back to mind. Cold tones spoke out as the stallion vanished. The vixens words rang through her head. Self-wroth that word no long held true for 'er. She had lost that and now only wished to be seen as fit in the stags optics. She hated herself for it.....she felt as though she had lost a piece of 'erself. Quickly she tossed the thought from her thinker as she glanced over at Harsh Awakening.[/color]
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 27, 2006 20:44:55 GMT -5
Harsh stared at the other vix, thougths seem to be troubling 'er. Shaking the concerns for 'er well-being from the vixens head, she proudly side-stepped to show off her new creation... and what a beautiful colt he was. Smirking down at him, she glanced back to Prize, smug look crossing 'er defined mug.
The darq Lord's First Son.... Reared By Yours Truly....
vocals were taunting and sweet at the same time, for she did not know any other way to express 'er feelings of joy at the son she'd been grnated He moved closer to 'er, and nickered good-naturedly towards the other femme. This wasn't mum..... perhaps more milk??? The colts eyes gleamed hungrilly, for he did not yet know how to pace himself when eating...
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Feb 28, 2006 12:55:37 GMT -5
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The Darq Lord did not return for countless time, which could have been hours, or perhaps days...but finally, a commanding cry was given from the far east, and within seconds the stallion was back again, looking refreshed and even crueller than before.
Gaze flickered over each of the vixens - and, despite himself, the slither of a nod was given to Satan's Prize - and finally settled on the foal.
In happy stories, 'twould end with the Darq stallion's orbs setting alight with love, and living happily ever after with his two friends.
Aye, 'twas not so.
Sinister look was given to the small horse. The Lord's first brethren...surely he should be given some sort of award for that. The scrap of conscience that lurked in Appetite's lovepiece gave its show for the last time.
Stag's dial lowered slightly, reaching out not softly, but commandingly to touch with that of the foal's.
No emotion was given in the stag's crimson eyes, except a sense of evil that made him pull away, snorting roughly so flecks of blood escaped to the foal's maw.
"You, Awakening. Nurse him 'til he is old enough to learn. Then bring 'im to me."
Heartless words were spoken, but already doubts screamed in Destruction's mind. He wondered briefly whether he should kill the foal...perhaps another dent to the mare's pride. But no. 'Twas not pity that drove him to evaporate that thought...but selfishness.
The colt had the Darq Lord's own blood pulsing through 'is veins. And even in the Darq World there was a sense of honorability.
The Lord would not kill his own family.
Unless - duty struck.
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Post by `Avvy on Feb 28, 2006 13:59:44 GMT -5
Glaring at him, she knew she would hate him forever. Nodding slightly, she wodnered why she'd even come back. Stupid, stupid, stupid! she thought to herself angrilly. You just wanted to show your work off. Turning back to Prize, she spoke, icy vocals filling the dull empty space in 'er pumper.
We are stupid, stupid does, to have come here.
Bitter tones were forced forth, riding on hatred alone.
ooc: sorry it sucks... i g2g
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 1, 2006 13:46:06 GMT -5
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Appetite For Destruction glanced at the fae at this comment, and something like interest suddenly flickered over his face. But t'was soon gone, replaced by a smirk of cold, ruthless irony.
"Indeed."
'E spat, glowering slightly to each of the faes, and the colt, without turning his pallet.
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 1, 2006 17:31:24 GMT -5
Staring at the stag, cruel smile was flashed 'cross 'er maw, and she spoke, icy vocals slicing towards the stags peaked lyric-catchers. Orbics gleamed mischeviously bright for once, but true meaning was hidden deep inside 'er...
And ye are stupider still for forcing us here then, Lord?
Tunes spoken with false innoncence, laughter dancing in portals for the first time in weeks... for some reason she felt happy towards the world today, and the stag was part of the world, was he not?? |
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Post by .x.~Jazz~.x. on Mar 2, 2006 13:28:33 GMT -5
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The stag tinted 'is pallet t'wards the west slightly, a cold wind billowing his bloodied tassels. An evil fire danced in 'is scarlet eyes.
"Stupidity?"
He repeated, gaze flickering over the mare's, giving her a withering look that was strong enough to make a pup's heart break.
"I toy with stupidity, worthless wench."
'E spat, pressing one dagger flat unto the ground. Thoughts turned to the foal once more, and he nickered coldly, commandingly.
"'E shall be named Harsh Destruction. After sire, after dam."
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lol, I'm not sure hows this gonna work...but I guess he'll be in 2 places at once. 