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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Jan 14, 2007 2:44:35 GMT -5
A dark mare made a wicked entrance, her banner raised high like a silken cape, dragging lazily against the cold air.
Her nape was arched elegantly, similar to the resemblance of a black swan. Her orbs flashed and she hissed at any mare that dared to steal glances at her.
Lady Terror knew her personality was shallow and boasty. She was hard to handle, basically untamable. Her high opinion of herself was what kept her dominant in her old jetty, and she came to Samuta to belong to a new one. Her luminous pelt rippled like coal water.
Nearly silently, her lips parted. "Come get me."
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Post by ashley314 on Jan 14, 2007 21:56:01 GMT -5
The brute’s pure Friesian lines could be shown as he waltzed around the Claiming Grounds. Charcoal coat glimmered in the pale moonlight, black tassels whipped harshly against his boa. Plume flew behind him. Black optics searched the land before him. Looking for vixs to populate his newly claimed herd. The Raven Herd it was. A very shadowed place. But, then again he was of the jetty race and that was how he preferred it to be. Suddenly, movement caught his eye. Was it another equine? Or maybe a predator? The minxs lyrics reached his audits he could now tell for sure that it was a femme. What had she just said? Come get me. A seemingly prideful wench this seemed to be. The question was could this vix handle Blade. Stilts carried him at a faster pace towards the mare. Skull was held high. An answering scream was emitted from his vocals. |
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Jan 15, 2007 23:03:02 GMT -5
Sharp opticals darted down from where Blade had approached. At first, Terror gave him a soft glance of reassurance.
She soon swung her rump around, hissing slightly. Any stag bold enough to tame her personality would succeed in winning her. Her audits pricked back, folding against the silky pinnacle of her tassel.
"State your name and position, brute," were the first unwelcoming lyrics Terror had uttered. Her opticals searched his, preening past his appearance and through his history. This was the typicals examination she'd conduct, as usual. She wondered if this gladiator was any different from the others. She smirked, waiting for a reply.
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Post by ashley314 on Jan 16, 2007 20:56:51 GMT -5
“Ohhh so you want to play it that way…… cursing is Blade and yours wench” he spat, lyrics were teasing and sarcastic. A small chuckle escaped his blood-stained kissers. Blade caught her looking at him. Checking him out was she. An evil smirk spread from one side of his façade to the other. Muscular stilts carried his well-toned bode at a jog around the minx before him. |
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Jan 17, 2007 3:42:42 GMT -5
Terror lurched out at him. She knew she'd keep her actions crisp and inpolite.
"Lady Terror, Blade," Terror replied coldly, her tone enunsiating his name. Her audits remained flattened when he circled around her.
Her orbs never left the sight of the dark stag. She continued to study him, his every movement, picking at his mind.
"What terra do you possess?" Terror asked, knowing that she'd critisize him in position.
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Post by ashley314 on Jan 20, 2007 0:39:58 GMT -5
Blade sprang back out of the wench’s way. “Why aren’t you the polite one” he teased. “I am lead hellion of the Raven Herd” he hissed, tones were loud and harsh. Skull lifted in dominance as a large smirk crept across his whole façade. An evil glint could be seen in his eyes..... |
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Post by MidnightShadow123 on Jan 20, 2007 2:55:47 GMT -5
Terror returned a flirtatious smirk. This time, she circled around him, her banner held high like a mass of charcoal.
"Lead hellion," she whispered, her lyrics fondling the words before letting them slip from her kissers. "That is an impressive title, Blade."
She watched him with glowing orbs, fuming with darkness.
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