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Post by .malvagio. on Oct 13, 2005 19:05:11 GMT -5
(Hey, i have to go - but you post, and I'll try to reply tomorrow, I have to study for a test tonight. BYE!)
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 13, 2005 19:13:30 GMT -5
((ooc: ok, ready lol))
He watched her from the shadows, darkened eyes memorizing her from. Beautiful, but what would he care, he was impervious to feelings as such. Cackling quietly to himself he stepped from the dark, not caring if she caught sight of him. Muscles bulging he pranced to the front of her, teeth bared in a cheerless smirk. He stood over her audaciously, so disrespectful he knew, but cared not. Opening his mouth, he voice like crunching gravel, he spoke.
[glow=red,2,300] You have interrupted my peaceful slumber, and I don't now appreciate that. Speak your name femme, or I shall become more angry, and we don't want that to happen, now do we.[/glow]
His voice threatening, he penetrated her with his merciless eyes. He did not realize that it was not proper, for he had grown up in a rogue of a herd, all of them blackened with an unduly hatred, one even he knew nothing of...
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Post by .malvagio. on Oct 15, 2005 8:40:40 GMT -5
I'll reply later, Freshman Fun & Games (where your seniors torchure you) is today so I can't stay on for much longer..but hey! I know what they are gonna do to us - and I'm the only Freshamn that knows, I'll tell you about it later. But I make Keiran two pictures: tinypic.com/ekn914.jpgtinypic.com/eknakm.jpg
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Post by .malvagio. on Oct 15, 2005 8:57:05 GMT -5
watch out.. I hiss, my binoculars look over the filthy being in which stood before me, lacing back my lanturns as I stare him on. I grumble and step forward, not with a weak pound, but one of outrage, hate, dominace, and certainly not out of scared delight. 'So..' I thought 'this bastard wants to toy with me..ahe? We shall see.' I move closer to him, his height, weight, and muscles were not an outcome for me, since I was not scared of a damned bastard. I look up at him with my blood-shot binoculars, daring him to speak once more..but then, I snapped..lashing out my needles and penetrated his thin hide. 'This was your warning..' I mouthed.. 'next time, I won't beas sweet.'My harsh kissers pulled back against my needles to reveal my knife-like needles as they dripped his blood. I wouldd not speak, no, not yet - only penetrate his weak soul till it was just a mear puddle in my damned immortal life, one that I can pound and rip up whenever I please. Then I look at him, once more out the my corner..and hiss a most hateful remark.. "Your slumber?, you pathetic bastard! How you all think this damned hell is ruled by such mindless creatures as yourself? No, you shall not hear my curse spoken from my acidic tounge..only whispered, in fear, throughout this hell."I grumble and rip at his flesh in one quick jolt, savouring the taste of blood once more... ..beauty is such a deadly thing. (HEHE, told yah - she's not a nice girl, but this is just the beginning, the worse has yet to come!)
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 15, 2005 9:16:50 GMT -5
He glared back with coal black eyes. He would not back down, so deep was his need for mischief. When she bit him he merely flinched, he had been through worse. Clenching his muscles and lifting his head, he more that invaded her space. He stood calmly for the whole silent time, as her eyes tried to pierce his soul. As she spoke again he arched his proud features, ready for the battle that may come. He refused to let her scare him. When she bit him again, it hurt, but he would not let her savor that. Screaming he lashed out with his ivory's, tearing at her paper thin flesh. How dare she disrespect a stallion she knew not of, he decided he would win this fight. Voice raging he sang out, his temper getting the best of him, mouth crimson his kissers opened, letting loose his angry call...
[glow=red,2,300]I am sorry, it must be ruled by you. So pathetic am I that I stand here, waiting for your next move. It is you that are pathetic, not everyone needs to bow at your hooves. My tattered soul weeps for the one that sees nothing but themselves.[/glow]
Rearing he lashed her skin with his daggers, savoring the feeling of the fight...
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Post by .malvagio. on Oct 15, 2005 13:50:28 GMT -5
((Look at the post I made above..it has two pictures I made for Keiran, I think those are alot better than the one he has now - no offence.)) those who are scared.. I smirk, my needles glimmered when a greedy grin penetrated my kissers, as I look at the slight gash he has given me. 'Ooo..already giving gifts, ahe?' I think and slap my whip around, beginning to stride away and then I jurk back, staring him onward. True, he might be a bastard, strong physically, but I am strong mentally and know how to outthink my oponents. The grin slips away from my cold features, like ice melting, and is replaced by a rock-solid stare, my sweet face (like a wanting puppy dog). I step closer, my binoculars never leave his, my cold bloody nocs never blinked nor flinched. And this silece was inturuped by my deadly cry..like nails to a black board. I am close enough now just to rip his life away, but instead, I decide to leave him with a memory. I rock back onto my stump, my powerful pillars holding my up and sending my high. I flail them around, knocking him upside his block giving him a bleeding gash on his temple, and I just smirk. He looks nervous, but I know he is but just a young bastard - one with a fiery tounge, who needs to speak in such a nature. I land and quickly I am back up on my flints, wheeling around and smashing my stump into him, and just as my hind flints are under him - up they go, dilivering an oh-so-painful stomach problem. I turn around and face him, knowing this was just yet a warning, for I don't take sh*t from a little bastard - let alone one younger than I. "No, I do not see myself, all I see are the beings that lay in my way - and right now, you are that being. I do not take sh*t from anyone, and that means you too bucko! So if you want to be cut up into a million pieces, I suggest that you move aside."This was fair enough, and was true to the bone. Yes, I may look little and frail, without power to stand on my own, but I am a strong and powerful mean, and by golly, I plan to use it. My pillars are planted, the cold air is dense and still, all I hear is the breathing of those immortal, and the dying of those weak. ..need to be destroyed. (HEY, this is fun! scared?)
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 15, 2005 15:52:27 GMT -5
((ooc: I know, but I changed him to black, and he is a Nonius, a horse breed. And hey! you don't know that he is afraid! Lol I think I'll make him a tad more ruthless.))
He awaited her attack calmly, muscles clenched and teeth gritted. This is how these things are done in his homelands, a fight to the death or to an agreement. As she raced back into him, he braced his bod, stomache hardening. The blow was painful, but he did not wait long. teath bared he reached to her neck, biting a handful of mane and flesh in his mouth. Pulling deftly he mounted himself upon her back, shaking her neck like a dog and its prize. Daggers digging into her sides he cackled, voice like nails on a chalkboard.
[glow=red,2,300]I do not take kindly to your play Wretch. You have no knowledge of what I can do, but keep it up and you shall learn. You need to be knocked down a peg![/glow]
Gripping her neck betwixt his ivories he clamped down, he was not about to let go. Though he was young he had fought many a time, and many a time he had won. He eased his weight from his hooves to his upper body, putting more pressure upon her back. He would not let her get to him, he had many more tricks under his crown...
((lol haha eat it, jkjk. Im am certainly not scared!))
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Post by .malvagio. on Oct 15, 2005 16:05:08 GMT -5
(I know, but I had to say something, anyways - this one will be smaller.) these games we play.. I grip myself tightly, locking my hole incase he decides anything to get his way. I throw my boa downward, his teeth grind along my flesh as I throw it down to rid myself of his needles. I am strong and hold his wieght with ease, lacing back my lanturns and trying to kick back at his small package. (lol!) I kick out several times with dangerous jabs, knowing if they took to surface, he would be in great pain. I whip my boa around just to see his blackened shoulder upon me and I take a strong hold. ..need to be defined. (can't think, trying to find X-mas presents..lol! reply. this is funny/fun!)
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 15, 2005 16:13:55 GMT -5
((ooc: nice...))
He dodged her blows, careful not to slip. She did not know when to rest, or compromise. No manners at all... he thought with an inner laugh. As she whipped her box around and grabbed his shoulder, he winced for the first time. [glow=red,2,300]Let go Wench, or things will become far worse for you. I am not one to tolerate this teasing, so stop now, or this will not end happily.[/glow]
Manuvering his legs carefully he clenched harder around her gullet. Ripping his shoulder away he plunged into her, taking on the advantage of shock. In her moment of stillness he sprung his legs of of the ground with a grunt, slamming his body ontop of her. He bit down as she fell, pressing all of his weight onto her small body. Now she would not escape his tyranny, now she would live, or die.
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Post by .malvagio. on Oct 15, 2005 16:25:01 GMT -5
(HEHE..I don't know how this one will come out..I'm loose all juice. ACK! But you have the upper hand, seeing in RL mares cannot do anything in this position.)
I winced slightly as he took lift and blundered me down. My pillars shake, but I soon regain my footing and stand. I toss my box and throw it back as far as I can, trying to blunder him atop of his box. I snap, my mind is transfixed and all I can think of is what he shall become of once I'm let loose. I try to wriggle free, kicking out wildly with dangerous and deadly blows. My binoculars are now a glowing fire, my heart is burning for blood and so is my gut. I feel as he clentches tighter, knowing all he wants to hear is a painful moan slip loose, but I do not give it too him, my pride is too high and it shall not be broken.
I feel his grip continue to tighten and I blow out my gut, bang my stumb around from behind, trying to knock him loose as I strike out with deadly force...
(besically - that's what all a real mare oculd do, still trying to be realistic.)
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Post by .malvagio. on Oct 15, 2005 16:26:39 GMT -5
(Why did you make him so ugly? Could you use one of mine, please? )
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 15, 2005 16:30:20 GMT -5
((ooc: **hands in air** I WIN!! lol))
Smiling he tore at her flesh once more, drawing the blood he so craved. Cackling he leaned over her head whispering softly in her ear... [glow=red,2,300]Have we come to a compromise M'dear? If not I have all day, for I hsve no one to run to. Tell me your answer femme, or I will continue crushingyou.[/glow] He waited for her to answer, slightly sweating as he held her down. He was not a rapist, though he had desplayed as much. He was more of a cunning criminal, bent on bloodwar and battle...
((ooc: sorry, bad post...))
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Post by •··•Kida•··•Milo•··•Keiran•··• on Oct 15, 2005 16:32:03 GMT -5
Ha ha, that was sorta the point lol. Those pics arer eally good though. I dont want him to be some super suave heartbreaeker lol!
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Post by .malvagio. on Oct 15, 2005 16:34:41 GMT -5
(hum..we'll see.)
I look back at him and roll my nocs, not caring for his f*cking speach. I snap back my boa, for one more rip..and clamp down as hard as ever onto his black hide. When he moves, all I do is sink in more, my needles tasting the fresh flesh he has, just waiting for my devore. I wait for his next move, before I dare asnwer his mockery..
(will answer in a moment.)
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Post by .malvagio. on Oct 15, 2005 16:36:47 GMT -5
Hum, well its a good point, and I thank you for the compliment, but those black horses of that breed or ugly! I thought I'd never say that about a horse, but they are - those greys are beautiful though..
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