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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Mar 29, 2007 18:52:26 GMT -5
She backed away from the stag. Fear in her eyes. Suddenly something caught hold of her heart. She tossed her dial and tried to force herself backwards but was unsuccessful. She continued to walk forwards. She opened her kissers. She mumbled something in human tongue. She had no idea what or who was controlling her bodice but all she knew was that was not her voice and she had no controll over her body.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Apr 2, 2007 22:25:50 GMT -5
He snaped out of it, and as quickly as the vision came it vanished, the flames when from his hooves and his eyes turned back to there natural shade of blue and red swirly. He said her name slowly as if asking her what was happening.
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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Apr 5, 2007 14:34:35 GMT -5
The mare stumbled. It was if she had forgotten how to controll her bodice. She ragained balance and walked up to the stag. He had said her name. She whispered his. She had no idea what had just happened.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Apr 16, 2007 13:22:42 GMT -5
He reared up warning the mare away, "You are pasesed by a demon." he spoke "Never." a simple minded word that anyone culd say but only he could put in to emotion.
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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Apr 16, 2007 13:29:22 GMT -5
{Maybe so but you have just been posessed by another horse.....so ya see even though I may be part of full demon...or not demon at all...we are at equal ranks...making it so that we ar untouchable to each other......} She hissed her tone cool. She tossed her head as if asking him what had taken him so long to find out.
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Post by devilsadvocate on Apr 16, 2007 13:37:21 GMT -5
He scratched his head on a tree thinking things over, suddenly desiding not to talk. He paws the ground, terring it up leaving a small cloud of dust.
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Post by :|: d e v i l + g i r l :|: on Apr 16, 2007 13:42:09 GMT -5
{So do you belive Im a Demon or not?} She asked her orbs breifly glowing a firey amber colour, before he could see they went back to their normal chocolate brown colour. She stamped a hoof, a spark came out from under it. When she lifted it up the ground previously under her dagger made the shape of a horse shoe, not a hoof, the imprint was black and burnt. She looked at the stag, not looking at her mark in the cruel earth.
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