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Post by .C.haos on Sept 27, 2005 16:25:24 GMT -5
Thick, strong hooves carried the large mare across the 'wet lands', causing heavy dents that soon filled of water, causing the brown dirt to turn muddy, and wet. Chaos took in what was around her, as she scanned her new home's characteristics. Icicle blue eyes pierced through everything as though they were her targets, and she had the gun. Snorting, she began to slow, her breathing as easy as though she had never even galloped though. Her trot was choppy in the mud, instead of the elegant and graceful steps she usually took. Breathing in her surroundings, Chaos began to blend into them, knowing that she wasn't going to be leaving anytime soon. Silently as ever, she began to walk around this new place, as silent as rushing water.
(Gag, really bad!)
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Post by Negatraz on Sept 27, 2005 18:53:23 GMT -5
Flints teadily carried theheavy bulk of the brujo, swiftly, quiet as a mouse. Thorns easily flicked, intent and catching any sound that was audible. Visuals burned into the lithosphere, burning, scanning like an eagle for its prey. There-movement. Snort rumbled through his nares, disturbing the quiet scene. Crania shook wildly, scattering his dreads about his boa. Occuli followed the dryad, then gazed abou the lithosphere he was in, notcing the muddy, trampled ground, seeing that only a few others had been there. turning, flints picked up the pace, nearing towards the wandering dryad, only by luck had he seen her. Thorns flicked, he couldnt hear her, but he could barely see her blending with the roughage as she was. [/center]
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Post by .C.haos on Sept 27, 2005 19:00:31 GMT -5
Chaos's senses moved, and felt the presence of another equine. She stopped from her choppy trot, and glanced around, her ears twitching like crazy. Her eyes were working through the bushes, and she thought that she saw the faint outline of another, a black horse of some sort perhaps. She couldn't tell. Her legs felt almost as though they were sinking, and she began to pick them up, and stepped into a quieter, drier area of the marsh. Chaos turned her head again, and found herself looking at nothing; she had lost site of the other equine. She cursed under her breath, and tried unsuccessfully to spot him again though the mist and bushes.
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Post by Negatraz on Sept 27, 2005 19:09:31 GMT -5
Brujo slowed to a halt, occuli once again scanning for the dryad that had disappeared, searching like a eagle would for its prey. Low snort erupted his vocals again. Thorns flicked, muscles tensing, quieting all about him, just listening for the dryad, the sucking noises had stopped. A tricky dryad she was, moving to drier ground. You can't hide forever. . Thought passed through his dreambox. Smirk lifted upon his maw as he slowly moved forth, ebon bulk blending with the fog that seem to envelope him. He had a guess, and assumption of where the dryad was. [/center]
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Post by .C.haos on Sept 27, 2005 19:20:51 GMT -5
Chaos didn't feel safe at that point. She shuddered, and turned around completely, her eyes grazing over the land. There was another equine somewhere near her. Her ears turned towards a sound, something that had raised itself from the mud. Chaos's ears and eyes worked together to find the figure that was following her, like another shadow. Her nostrils flared, and she tried to find the scent of the equine, and could at least tell the gender. Stallion, she grumbled, and her ears laid down slightly, knowing that smell.
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Post by Negatraz on Sept 27, 2005 19:31:00 GMT -5
Smirk heightened upon his maw, so the dryad knew where he was, just as he found where she was. Her silhouette barely visible, but yet, it twas. Low whinny echoed about the empty lithosphere, knowing only she would hear. Flints moved out at a two beat, heading towards her hiding spot, nares flaring, catching her scent, the wind shifting to his favor now. Thorns flicked, his bulk catching her vibes of-what was it exactly, something he never felt- fear. Smirk lessened, he hadn't meant to trueky scare the dryad, or maybe he had. He was a mix, though they there wasn't a difference here, he wasn't pure evil, just a mix. [/center]
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Post by .C.haos on Sept 28, 2005 17:29:44 GMT -5
Chaos heard a low whinnie, and turned her ears to face it. Yet, they fell flat again, irritated that a brujo had found her. Quietly, she sat back on her heels, her nostrils flaring. The end's of Choas's tail whipped about, yet did not leave her unprotected. She saw his outline, and her eyes didn't seem to blink. To let him out of her sight would mean death or perhaps even an unwanted foal. Chaos shuddered with the though, and turned back to the stallion, her eyes scanning him.
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Post by Negatraz on Sept 29, 2005 16:17:02 GMT -5
No harm will come dryad. . Thoughts drifted through his dreambox, smirk appearing again, but not in such an evil fashion. Fog lifted, coming up to his chest now instead of laying across the realm. Low whinny floated out with the zephyr, heading towards the dryad he was nearing. I shall not harm you. . [/i] Whisper floated across the topography, it wasn't in his way to be a cold blooded murder or forcer of pleasure. Flints moved faster and closer to her.[/color][/center]
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Post by .C.haos on Sept 30, 2005 14:04:12 GMT -5
Chaos's ears turned towards his words, but didn't believe them. She snorted, and pawed the Earth gently, and let out a threatening nicker, hopefully warding him away. She finally saw what he looked like, for the mist had moved away. Her ears turned to the sounds of his hooves, which were coming faster and getting louder now. Chaos's sense were now on fire, listening quietly, getting ready at any moment to strike or run. She wasn't fond of blood in the least, but if she was threatened, or felt that way, she'd ignore that thought.
(Gag, serious writers block)
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Post by Negatraz on Oct 2, 2005 14:59:35 GMT -5
[yea, sorry was sick and forgot to post absent ] Pace slowed to a walk, then to a halt, only a yard atleast away. Low snort rumbled through his nares. Thorns flicked as he watched the minx, dark occuli watching her. His light side taking over, as a human, he would be by-polar. Walking a few paces closer, thorns flicking, waiting for her to speak. Fore flint reached out, striking at the barren ground, mist hanging at his chest height. Tresses flipped about his nape and crania, blocking his occuli from her sight. [/center] [still sick, so it's hard for me to think of what to say, sorry]
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Post by .C.haos on Oct 2, 2005 15:12:09 GMT -5
"Can I help you with something brujo?" Chaos asked as she felt him draw closer to her every minute. Her nostrils flared a bit, hearing the was he pawed at the Earth. Being a Rebel, she saw no need for a stallion to watch over her, and believe that he was 'taking care and loving her.' One of the biggest fairy tales comes from that. She snorted tiredly, at least she thought. Her nerves were on fire as she watched the ebony stallion. Friesian, from the looks of it. Feathers, solid black body, yeah, that was probably right. She waited for what seemed like forever, yet she knew it was only a few moments.
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Post by Negatraz on Oct 2, 2005 15:17:17 GMT -5
"I don't know, can you help me?
Smirk settled upon his mug as he tossed his crania, tangled tresses flipping over both sides of his nape, coming almost to his blades. Thorns flicked, he could tell she was a rebel, as he was. Flints swerved his frame slightly to the side as a rat scuttled past him, to focused on the banshee to truely concentrate on much else. Whipcord trailed the ground before brushing lazily at his haunches, fog seeming to rise as the moments went on. [/center]
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Post by .C.haos on Oct 2, 2005 15:24:54 GMT -5
Chaos knew she should have shut her trap. Stupid mare, she thought to herself. Her tail whipped around, yet still had the ability to protect her. Silly brujo, she decided, and slowly her senses began to cool. "Depends what you need" Chaos answered him, resting back on her heels. She snorted, but kept her eyes open. Her ebony mane flowed down her neck, painted golden and white as the mist began to raise slightly up on her, still showing her figure.
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Post by Negatraz on Oct 2, 2005 15:42:20 GMT -5
Crania shook, low laugh retorting to her words. Smirk slowly settled higher up on his mug, catching the vibes of distrust from her.
"Not sure what I need, atleast not yet., as I said, I'm not here to hurt or kill, no need to be distrustful. . ."
Never one for inflicting pain, well usually, but he could, just to god d**n lazy and felt no need, unless someone inflicted it upon him. Whipcords swished agian, thorns flicking at the mare, occuli watching her still. . [/center]
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Post by .C.haos on Oct 3, 2005 14:49:52 GMT -5
"Well, if you find out, tell someone that could truly care" Chaos sighed, boldly. She impatiently stomped a hoof, throwing back her ebony mane, letting it slightly ripple down her nape. Her icicle eyes lazily stayed half open, but still alert enough to make sure that if he did attack her, she'd at least be able to strike back or run. She snorted quietly, watching his shadowed figure though the thickness of the fog, still remaining at it's level. As her name said: Chaos, Mischief, Trouble. All in a days work.
(OOC - don't take anything Chaos says personally. I'm still trying to figure out her charrie. She's new to me. Never played her. And that post sucked!)
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