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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 1, 2007 20:04:50 GMT -5
The mare came back with scars and blood marks.She fought the friesain stallion.Who wheren't her bodyguards.They where stallions looking for vixen dark vixen but she fought evey stallion and killed them.She had her ears pinned to her skull,and her irons and teeth stained with blood from them.And her blood from cuts and the friesain stallion.She did a loud squeel toward the stallion.She then shook her dish.And then approched the stallion ears still pinned to her skull.
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on May 1, 2007 20:37:40 GMT -5
So she speaks. He muttered and returned his focus to the new vixen once more. He decided to put his attention on her while the two others battled it out although it looked like the femme with the hellions was retreating. No, no she was coming back. You could tell he was ecstatic and full of joy. He rolled his optics, unpleased to see she was still hanging around him. He saw her bleeding and the sang* on her ivories. He didn’t care if she was half dead and had a million hellions chasing after her. He would never respect her. He wouldn’t have any respect for any vixen unless they could prove it. Abracadabra spat by the vixen’s daggers, hoping it would get on them.
Listen you sleeper, what do you want because right now you’re wasting my time. You don’t scare me. Great you killed some other equines, easy. They were half dead to begin with. Oh my god, you’ve got blood on your teeth, whatever. Abracadabra snarled and walked away from the vixen his ebony banner whipped at the vixen as he walked away the force of his movements make it fly behind him like a dark rulers’ cloak. He slipped away into the shadows and re-appeared on the other side where Noir stood. He passed her too and made a new spot for himself where he could look over the three femmes.
You, what’s your title? He asked the pinto vixen. His auds were pinned back still in frustration and annoyance. He would ask the other two vixens their titles later after the femme who had just entered had answered. He had taken an interest in her because she wasn’t like the rest. She had a unique color for a dark and a different personality. He liked her already; but he wasn’t going to let any one know that. It would show weakness in him. Next he would ask the vixen who had been called ‘ugly trash’ after he would ask the vixen who had supposedly slaughtered the other stallions. That didn’t impress him. She could have just told them off. Killing just because was a stupid reason to kill. They hadn’t even made a move to attack her. That showed stupidity in the vixen. He already didn’t like that femme. She annoyed him and didn’t feel like dealing with femmes like that.
Abracadabra stood there, crown held high in pride and a dark cruelty. He glanced from each vixen with his dark sapphire optics that were almost a deep violet color like a dark king had. He ruled in another land though. Abracadabra sneered at the thought of these vixens going to those lands. They wouldn’t last a day there. It was too dark for them that was for sure. Well maybe for some of these vixens it was. Some would last some wouldn’t. Only the darkest would survive. But no one was going to those lands ever again. It was forbidden lands. He had only heard stories about them and gotten a few glances of them and what he saw were some of the darkest and cruelest feats any one would ever see. They knew more black magic than any one. He had seen one vixen he would never forget. She had violet magic and an ebony pelt tinged with violet. She had killed three equines just by looking at them but he knew that she had done it with magic. He had heard a bunch of equines chanting her title over and over after she had done that. He couldn’t remember what it was though… Abracadabra shook his dial and focused back at the vixens who stood in front of him.
*Sang: the french word for blood
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 1, 2007 20:42:47 GMT -5
"And who would want impure blood like you three."Their was complete silence"Just what I thought.No one so I wouldn't be talking if I where you two."She squeeled and then charged at the mare and then started nipping her challenging her.She then turned her heels and then started to kick her.
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Post by Freedom on May 1, 2007 20:43:16 GMT -5
Noir was bored, very bored around these horses. No one seemed to saying anything, no one moved. The stupid light mare was gone with the other stallions. But now a new mare arrived. Just what she needed, anyone mare to fight with before she left. She rolled her orbs to herself as she watched the vixne come closer and closer. She had forgotton all about the brute behind her. He seemed like nothing to her at the moment. Just a figure like a tree. Her auds were still pinned out of habbit. The rain had let off giving a break. The sun seemed to start setting; slowly drawing down below the horizen. Noir felt like she was about to leave till the mare spone ' 'Sup' Noir raised a brow. She was much taller than the vixen, but she never tried to attack her. Just glared at her as if saying What the hell do you want from me?
Noir remembered the brute when the other vixen spoke to her, but never looked back to see what was happening. She just focused on the stupid fae coming bacvk. A smirk came 'pond he maw.
Well, well, well, look who's back. The little light one 'eh/
A smirk stayed on her maw as she watched her pin her auds at the femme. She looked like nothing at all. She was useless.
Wow, your really scaring him now
>>I'm museless tonight, sorry<<
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Post by Freedom on May 1, 2007 20:43:52 GMT -5
>>Sorry, I deleted that post before, but I had it copied. So it should be before yours Flcika<<
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Post by Unbridled Freedom on May 1, 2007 20:48:35 GMT -5
{I g2g soon so I'll post later, don't post any more, okay?}
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 1, 2007 20:51:41 GMT -5
(ok)
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Post by ::Sam:: on May 2, 2007 16:35:35 GMT -5
.:.And I wonder if you ever think about anymore..and I wonder if you think about me when your bored.:.
Her soft nose was raised to the air. She looked into his sparkling eyes. Her tag? Well, this ought to be interesting. Which name should she give out? Return debated with herself for a few brief seconds before she saw a mare barreling toward her with four freisan stallions in pursuit. She braced herself for the impact and her flutes flew backwards. Who did this mare think she was? Just beacause Return wasn't bigger meant they could climb over her? NO way!
.:.Fergalicious Definition makes them boys go loco.:.
She felt the force of the thoroughbred ram into her shoulder and pushed her own weight into the attack, causing the mare to bump off her shoulder. She smirked, but the look quickly fell off her facade when she saw the freisans coming after her. They probobly weighed five times what she did, and she admitted she felt a flicker of fear run through her sense. But not showing any, she turned her body, causing the first one to run right past her. The second one slammed into her, causing the small mare to fall on her back.
.:.Shining, shimmering, splendid. Tell me princess, when was the last time you let your heart decide?.:.
She coughed loudly, anger running through her senses. Return lept to her feet and wheeled on her attackers. There were two more coming at her and she turned her back to them. At the correct moment, she swung her hind legs up in the air with such force it propelled her forward a step. She pivoted around on her hindquarters just in time to assure balance and to face the last of the stallions. She met him in the air, fighting fiercly. She slammed her forelegs into his sides and headbutted him. When she was sure they were past her, Return turned to face the stallion.
.:.I like to move it move it, I like to move it move, you like to move IT!.:.
She shook her coat, sending dusts of dirt flying from her patched coat. She shook her small head and looked Abbracadbra up and down. He had asked her name first? She was impressed. And yet, not. Return looked him up and down. What would he say about her performance? Truthfully, she really didn't care, but she was intrigued to see what he said. My name? Well, you can call me Return.
.:.Bing bing bing!.:.
Had she really just giving him her nickname? Wow. She really was feeling nice today! She whipped her tail against a small cut that flys were attacking. Three fell to the ground and the other four flew away, apparently scared off. She then turned to Noir. Her gaze hardened. What are you looking at? She saw Noir look at her height and tipped her head. Return picked up a foreleg and carefully pressed it into the dirt, making her mark in the sand.
.:.Y'all ready for this?.:.
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Post by Freedom on May 2, 2007 16:49:10 GMT -5
>>huh? I thought Flicka's mare was going after Noir...<<
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Post by ::Sam:: on May 2, 2007 18:57:42 GMT -5
OOC: whoever can post whenever.
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 2, 2007 19:15:47 GMT -5
The mare squeeled and then reared highly thrashing through the air.And then did a furisuse neigh.And then bared her teeth and then started to strike at the mare.
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Post by ::Sam:: on May 2, 2007 19:17:27 GMT -5
OOC: which mare? there are two
and if u read my post carefully, u will understand
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Post by Lorrinda Pine<3 on May 2, 2007 19:22:42 GMT -5
occ She is attcking Freedoms
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Post by ::Sam:: on May 2, 2007 19:23:30 GMT -5
OOC: well, in my last post wasnt' she attacking mine? lets just say she switched over, for I don't want to change my awesomeness post.
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Post by Freedom on May 5, 2007 8:12:58 GMT -5
Noir rolled her orbs at the femme that had come back from the other stallions. She never really beat them, no way. She either asked them to leave, or they were just super weak which they looked strong. She rolled her orbs again moving away from the femme trying to attack her. Noir never bothered to attack back, there was no point in it. Why use her engery on her? Noir then glanced to the other one talking to the stallion. Yes, she seemed stronger than the other femme, but it looked like she a hurt. Noir never cared if she was hurt, if the femme bothered her she would hurt it even more. She then glanced up at the brute. Her orbs never looked him in the eye, she just looked him over. Yes, he was strong and a true dark, But she never really cared who he was, she probaly would never like him
Bordom overswept her as she stood here in with these horses. She watched the one femme switch over to the other one bitting asnd trying to fight her. These horses were boring to her. She knew the stallion would soon ask her name, but she would be gone it semmed before that. As she started to walk into the shadows she said aloud as she passed the stallion
Noir
she then was gone into the shadows leaving not caring if they triewd to fallow or not, she was not turning back. If then wanted to talk to hewr they had to find her before she was gone...
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