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Post by . + Chrmdtig + . on Jul 13, 2006 0:37:15 GMT -5
 A feminine frame appeared 'pon the horizon, daggers carving into the sod with each stride. Her slender pillars carried an equally slender bodice swiftly, nearly graceful, way. Her crania was held high 'pon an arched boa, auds perked forward. Her daggers beat the ground, barely making a sound caught by any aud. Her whipcord flowing gracefully behind her, banner similar. Once reaching her destination, she reared 'pon her hindquarters, and let out a call from her kissers, out to other 'quines. She landed, daggers piercing prints into the sod. She tossed her crania, until moving into a cavern nearby. She folded her pillars beneath her, trying to rest peacefully. ooc// muse |
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Post by Rebel™ on Jul 13, 2006 14:27:02 GMT -5
Large flea-bitten bulk moved gracefully upon the sod, four muscular chasms dancing 'neath his swaying bulk. Oversized flints lifted and dropped to the dirt like mallets, harks lay dormant upon his skull.
A bitter-sweet call escaped his rough vox, charred mug hung in the atmos, nares aflare wildly. The wind whipped its lucid fingers through his alabaster chains, caressing each individual strand. Snorting as he caught glimpse of the faerie, he smirked handsomly. Pacing up to the contessa, he extended a fore-scythe and lowered himself into a shallow bow.
Hey. The name's Alcatraz, you?
True, the beast was not one to be overly polite and proper. He was casual and sometimes a smartass. But it was all part of his c h a r m . . . |
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Post by . + Chrmdtig + . on Jul 13, 2006 16:04:57 GMT -5
The femmora's auds flickered toward the sound of thundering daggers. Her pillars lifted her slender bodice from the soft sod, whipcord moving back and forth 'pon her sleek pelt. She arched her boa just slightly, and tucked her crania in neatly. As the czar spoke, her auds flicked toward him, listening carefully.
+ Aranel. Pleasure to meet you, Alcatraz. +
Her vocals sang, the same vocals that were lethal to most stags. Her ebony banner was on the left side of her boa, which was still arched. Charming, yes, but also deadly. She was neutral, but had a dark side, like any 'quine did. She had her soft spots as well, which is why she alligned with the neutrals. Otherwise, she'd be alligned with neither, or perhaps both.
Her slender pillars carried her forth a step, nares neither flared nor closed, orbs glittering in the sunlight. The cave she had been resting in was cold and damp, and the sunlight gave her warmth. She dipped her crania in a bow of respect toward the brute, not wanting to seem like she owned the place. |
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Post by Rebel™ on Jul 13, 2006 16:20:13 GMT -5
Nodding in response to her tunes, Alcatraz grunted roughly. He, too, had a heart almost black enough to fit a Dark, but not quite. He was alligned with the Neutrals for this reason alone. A deep breath was taken as he shifted his weight from pillar to pillar.
Alright, Aranel, let's cut to the chase. I seek herd members. Are you interested?
He smirked in that ridiculously handsome way that most mares in their right mind could not resist. 'Twas hard to say no to the beast. He dipped his mug, peircing black optics watching her. The vix was indeed a fine specimen. Her fine corpse and long alabaster tendrils taunted him. Deadly beauty. Smiling to himself, he let his gaze shift back to her, locking orbs with the fae. 'Twas a battle of will. Sarcastic flirting, possibly. Alcatraz pretended not to be interested. |
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Post by . + Chrmdtig + . on Jul 13, 2006 16:31:57 GMT -5
Her own kissers curled into a smirk, her orbs surveying his bodice. He, too, was a fine specimen. Her pillars danced to the side, toward the softer, more comfortable sod. Her orbs kept in the lock of his gaze, however, and she replied shortly after his words were released.
+ I am intersted. +
Her kissers had parted, with a simply reply. Her fascade showed nearly no emotion, except for the smirk that remained on her maw, as she watched him. Not stared, watched. Her whipcord was now whipping her own pelt in a desperate attempt to rid herself of the blood-thirsty pests that nipped at her ivory pelt. She, however, paid no attention to it. |
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Post by Rebel™ on Jul 13, 2006 16:38:12 GMT -5
Rolling his eyes playfully, he motioned with his mug t'ward the open plains. Beginning to trot off, he whistled happily, tossing his dome. Long alabaster tendrils obscured his vision as they flew into his face.
C'mon then, what are you waiting for?!
He bucked playfully and crow-hopped, tossing his dome violently. |
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