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- Life is a... -
Pistons carried her russet frame towards the majestic hills surrounding the small valley she and the lord called home. Auds pricked, banner high along with her dial. Nares flared in her anticipation, but she slowed her bouncy trot to a slow, lazy jog. Neck bowed, aperature tucked to her diaphragm, and her lithe shape slipped through a tiny passageway that led under one of the seven hills. She shivered, thinking of the only other passage way that had caused many so much suffering. Shuddering softly, she was relieved when she entered the kelly tinged valley, coming to a graceful halt, crown held high atop her curvature. Her stance was square, zephyrs scurtinizing the vaguely familiar valley. She'd grown up here, and was ready to continue the legacy, keep the homelands passing down.
Labrums parted, and a shrill whistle slipped through the small gap created. Her call for Ardor sounded throughout the lands, for it seemed as though he declared himself lord, but she knew she would have the final decision in that. Tassel flicked, and trouble filled her eyes when she realized she was in the darker side of the realm. Shadows danced, as though reaching for her to pull her into the mysterious depths of the dark magic. Quickly wheeling on her haunches, she went into a brisk canter and collected herself before leaping over the small river that flowed through the lands. Her dark burgandy pelt glowed in the warm afternoon sun, and as she awaited her so called mate's arrival, she pondered on the power, but not for long.
Mug drifted to the virgescent toned shoots below, and she began grazing, trimming the grass with ease. She stepped forward every now and again, tassel flicking at her hocks although no flies were to be seen. A habit of hers while she took her daily graze. Sighing, she stopped her feast to toss her apex, locks clearing from her view. Settling back down, she released another impatient, shrill, and demanding whistle for Ardor, stamping her hoof in annoyance. Ignoring her grumbly stomache, she went to a slap of stone where the leader used to stand, and took her place atop it, taking a superior stature while waiting for the 'lord' to arrive.
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« Reply #1 on May 16, 2006, 6:54pm » | |
- God is a D.J... -
Pillars carried his mud tinged frame toward the vast hills that he was soon to call home. Audits pricked, his banner slapping against his arched nape. Nares flared for his "mate's" scent mingled with the anticipation of the events to come. Talons clicked on the litho, echoing through the sound. His dial was high in the atmosphere, raising his crown and pricking his audits. His stance was square and his chassi stood frozen. A soft wind caressed his bodice and a sense of warmth flooded over his frame as her scent dug into his nares. Audits flicked toward her sweet lyrics, sounding a little ways off. Pillars once again began to move, this time at a swift canter rather than a bouncy trot.
Talons pounded against the sod, his pillars coming up high toward his chassi, a prance like movement. His fur rippled as the wind still caressed it. His frame sliced through the atmosphere, a soft whistle blew past his audits as his bodice moved against the current. Occuli scanned the terra, looking for his beloved lady. But instead of being greeted with a warm whinny, a shiver ran down along his spine. He seeped through the valley crest, large boulders marking the entrance. It was almost like the place where many had fallen. Occuli rolled back into his cranium, a screech emitted from his parched throat. His frame was dappled with dark shadows, seeing he had wandered into this place.
Audits swiveled and whirled in every direction searching for his lady. Her call had sounded to him from here, but yet here he stand and she not. Occuli again rolled back into his cranium and his audits pinned. He was not found of the darkness, especially when his lady had called to him from here and she's now gone. Nares flared to catch her scent on a near by breeze, coming from the north. Chassi rose into the air and his talons clawed at the atmosphere. Back haunches heaved him off the ground, all four pillars. He soared a little ways before dropping down to the sod and carrying on his prance.
He seeped through the trees and tall, kelly tinged, thick grasses. Often the ones that where chassi high and tickled his belly. But he kept his pace, ignoring the rumble in his stomach to stop and take a bite. This land was soon his home and he would be able to eat later. He crossed over a river, lean in the middle yet deep with aqua. Audits swiveled again to hear the plucking of grass and occuli swept over her bodice. Pillars came to a halt and he steered toward her. Standing before the russet, slender frame, labrums gave a kind greeting.
- Life is a dancefloor... -
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« Reply #2 on May 16, 2006, 7:24pm » | |
- Life is a.. -
Auds pricked, and she watched as a bleary form entered the shadowy part of the land. Small smirk crossed her lips at his slight frustration, and she watched with her brow raised as he began to move once more. Neck leveled with her muscular breast, and she told herself that he would have to actually be able to handle her if he was to be lord. This was the first time she'd laid eyes upon his mud tinctured frame, and she was actually surprised. The lines etched in his frame showed his great, powerful build beneath his sleek coat. Impressed by his looks, she watched him leap across the aquatic bed that lie in the lands from years of weathering and erosion. Watching him approach her, she turned slightly and leapt down from the stone.
Nodding ever so slightly, she studied him for a few more moments before releasing her strong lyrics into the air.
I take it your... Ardor, the one to rule beside me?
She let her words sink in before thingying her hind leg, her bod still tense, but she took a moment to get used to him. Her gaze forever swept along his sleek frame, her nares flared and she inhaled his scents along with the aroma of freshly bloomed flowers and newly grown trees. Banter arched, and she dipped her crania slightly, holding him in her view still, but holding a war like stance, ready to defend herself if needed. That was just Sketch. She would get to the point, leave out the mushy stuff unless she was truly in love, and would always be on her guard. Another thing this brujo must adjust to.
Dial tossed, and she grew bored, but she kept a hard, steady gaze on the lord, her stare unwavering and emotionless. She wasn't about to let him read her like she was a youth in training, no, she hadn't been taught that way. For all she knew he could be a power-hungry brute looking for a way to take control instead of love her. She wasn't going to let that happen either. Sighing softly, she stamped her hoof, a signal she was impatient and bored. Some signs this one would grow to know in an instant, others would take a while. She could be showing him affection, and he wouldn't know it, but like now, she'd show him her impatience and he would definetly grasp that idea.
If he thought he could work his way into her by playing Mr. Right, he had something coming at him. Keeping her optics from rolling when he gave her the warm greeting, she only nodded again, but it was sincere, not cold and heartless, but formal. Kissers parted once more, her patience still wearing thin.
Well? What do you have to say for yourself?
Her lyrics were demanding but had a hint of warmth to them, knowing that she couldn't warn off a potential mate so easily, as she'd done many times before..
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crowned. queen of lands
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youth. none
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« Reply #3 on May 16, 2006, 8:13pm » | |
- God is a D.J... -
Occuli rolled back behind into his cranium. The movement had many signals. Many would take it as impatience, frustration. But at times, it could mean pure boredom. This time though, as he rolled them back, was in impatience. The fae had stammered her way down and demanded so harshly. Or so it sounded to his audits. Most were convinced that Ardor was a harsh brujo, unloving and uncaring. Like he was a stone wall, and whenever you tried to climb it, it fall and re-build. Damaging you while he recovered A OK. Etched lines on his mud tinged bulk rippled in the dapples of sunlight though the canopies slight openings. His fur enlightened with a copper glow now, illuminating him in gold.
Audits pricked forward, occuli seeped into hers trying to read her. Nares flared to catch her delicate scent once more and roll it around in his respirators. He founded her sweet scent, mingled with the blooms and trees. Occuli sensed her movement and watched her delicate hoof ascend and descend. Her dainty silver talon leaving a crest behind as he peered closer. A slight shiver ran down his spine and hung in his haunches, as if he were surrounded and was about to run. His dial tossed, jerking upward. His banner flapping back down on his nape. Talon lightly lifted and he made his own mark in the litho.
Labrums parted, and through the slit emitted his strong lyrics.
"Yes, I am Ardor. And you are Sketch. You know what I want, so why ask. But, what do you want?"
His mind cranked, information spun around in his cranium. He was as sly as a fox, smarter than an average homo sapien. Whenever faced with something he found a challenge for another, he made it a game for himself. His words slithered out without caution. There was no need. Many warriors had died from the boundary, so if she so happened to take this soft brujo as a threat and call for help, no one would come. A smirk appeared across his maw, and he stood square waiting.
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« Reply #4 on May 18, 2006, 3:15pm » | |
- Life is a-
Weight shifted to her right side, twin auricles pricked forth to catch his bold answer. So he wants to be smart, eh? I'll play his little game then. The thought easily appealed the russet vixen, and she smirked for a moment before she set her face to a cold, motionless expression. Weight shifted once more, dark auburn coat reflecting in the sun's warm rays that illuminated her and everything around. Of course she knew what he wanted, but it looked like he'd already gotten it.. or so he thought. Devillish glint bounced off her optic, and silent laughter rocked her bodice. He didn't want her, nor her love, but he wanted the power given to him as her mate. So far, his 'hard' work was slowly failing him, and he had no clue.
Hmm, what do I want? Definetly not some power hungry bastard.
Her tones were crude and harsh, emphasizing the word bastard. It was all directed at him, only to be heard by him. She wasn't playing with him at all, mabey going along with his game, but she was serious and firm. By the look that had passed over his features, it looked as though he thought that she was a sour, defenseless hag, but the fun had just begun. This young brute had no clue what he was dealing with, nor how to deal with her. She had him pretty much figured out, unless she'd judged him much to quickly. Tassel flicked, grazing her hocks and swishing the knee length grass. Her eyes followed his airborne flint, and she watched the crescent shaped print embedded in the emerald lithography. Her attention returned to Ardor, however, and she was thinking on many thoughts, biting her tounge from hurrying him along. She wasn't done talking, and apparently he wasn't either.
Of course, not that some power hungry brute would be able to actually control what happened around here. I mean, with the veiled power and all? Nope, too much for something like... you.
Once more her lyrics were harsh and cruel, for she hadn't taken a liking to him, and he had yet to give her a reason to like him. Mabey she was conclusion jumping, but for now she could care less. Her weathered face was contorted in a menacing expression, daring the brute to make a smart reply. One aud flipped to catch the snap of a twig, but as a small mamal's scent entered her probiscus, she dismissed it. Feeling hateful towards the brute, her eyes narrowed some and her auds rested back in a half pinned position. Dial tossed violently, warning him not to get her angry and excited, for nothing good would come of it. She already felt guilt for things in the past that could not be restored that had happened in these lands, and she didn't need such a brute as this one trying to be smart with her.
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<< I am truly sorry, but I am angry  right now with my friend cause she's being a dumb ass  , so I am using Sketch to show my feelings. My feelings always show through my character. >>
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sexed. femme
tainted. dark bay
bred. mutt
aged. 6
crowned. queen of lands
loved. none
placed. no where
youth. none
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