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Post by skittles on May 6, 2006 6:56:55 GMT -5
Her delicate bod floated over this terra. A terra that belonged to the place she now called home. She was a dainty one alright, but she was no light. No, she was pure dark, pure evil. She had to be dainty, being an Arabian. Well, an Arabian mix. She was part Quarter Horse as well, so she could run like the wind when she wanted. Her small, sharp hooves, swept over the dead grass. This was a terra of the darks, nothing was alive and pretty around these parts, only dead and ugly. But, they were lovely in her orbs. Her radars flickered back and forth, awaiting a stag to come.
When she stopped troting, she raised her slim cranium towards the sky and let out a shrill cry. A cry that only darks used. It was not a cry for help, rather a cry of acceptence. She wished to become a member of a dark herd, any dark herd, prefferably, the KINGS!
((Can the Dark King claim her? Thanx))
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Post by Cookie on May 6, 2006 9:29:19 GMT -5
((hee hee, my charrie is darting all over the place picking up mares))
A cry reached the brute's ears, echoing around the valley. His auds pricked forward and swiveled, searching for the source of the whinny. He located its origin and set off, his sturdy frame hovering above the ground. His Quarter Horse blood gave him a powerful air, a seemingly effortless trot as he sped up to find the wanderer. His thin nares caught the scent of an equine. He slightly adjusted his course and trotted on, two-beating evenly across the valley. His small hooves picked themselves up and placed themselves back down again, stirring the dusty soil.
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Post by skittles on May 6, 2006 9:45:54 GMT -5
((is he the dark king?))
In the corer of her chocolate optics, she saw a dark figure moving towards her. Alright, lets see what this stag's got a snotty voice inside her cranium said. She turned, and sticking her cranium high in the air as well as her whipcord, she trotted towards the figure. She kept her radars atop her high-held cranium, only occasionally flickering them behind her to catch the sound of a bird, or another equine in the distance. But her optics she kept focused on th e stag. And just who might you be? She spat. She had seen many stags in her little time, but this one, yes this one was one of the few who seemed a bit different...
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Post by Cookie on May 7, 2006 9:13:22 GMT -5
((yep))
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Post by skittles on May 10, 2006 14:58:08 GMT -5
(k, i modified it)
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Post by Cookie on May 10, 2006 18:02:25 GMT -5
Fire's head snapped around at the vixen's words. Spotting her, he trotted toward her and slid gently to a stop. Then he sneered at the new mare, eyes guarded. "The dark king," he snapped back.
((icky post))
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Post by skittles on May 14, 2006 15:43:09 GMT -5
Kohana only watched as the stag skidded to a stop before her. She did not flinch, did not blink, showed none but he expression all darks had on their face. So, this was the dark king eh? Hm...impressive, I suppose... Well, I am Kohana. And yes, it is a pleasure to meet me. I know. Her optics narrowed. She knew who this stag was, so it was only fiar to let him hear her name. The name that so suited her...perfect, unique. There was not many other Kohanas out there. She was one of a few. And she knew it.
((man...she is a snob. And mine stinks too.))
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Post by Cookie on May 19, 2006 17:25:54 GMT -5
((*smacks head* I thought I replied to this! Sooo sorry!))
Kohana. Hmm. Strange name. Sounded kinda... neutral. Not quite so sinister as, say, Fire of the Clouds. Or his sire, Hellfire. There was a dark. He'd known others in his time, too; Stormsong, Whispers of War, for example. Kohana just sounded strange.
"What a pleasure," he replied drily. "But, my dear, the pleasure is all yours."
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Post by skittles on May 25, 2006 14:49:35 GMT -5
Kohana flipped her lucid banter over to the other side of her gently sloping peach curvature. Her dun jacket glistened in the sun though it was filled with white scars that showed her past. Yes, she had fought many a battle with stags and mares alike. Many a masculine had tried to force breed her, however, she became no maternal to a lamb. And she didn;t plan on anyone except her mate...when she found one.
She turned her slender dial back towards the lucid stag that stood upon the quagmire before her. He looked irate, as she did. For that was the way all darks should look. Her acoustics were faced forewards, catching the stag's venomous words as they spilled out of his pan. Then it was her turn to speak.
Oh, is it really? And why is that?
She spat right back at him. She was not known for being a bliss one. No, she was exactly the opposite. And nothing would ever change that.
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Post by Cookie on May 29, 2006 13:58:01 GMT -5
((*growls at self*)) Fire surveyed Kohana. When he spoke this time, though, instead of dryness, his tones were full of his trademark ice. It sank through your skin, prickling your bones and muscles. It was colder than ice, though. It was cold as, well, his heart. "The pleasure is yours, Kohana, the same way that you say it is mine," he replied smoothly. ((No muse ))
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Post by skittles on Jun 1, 2006 15:48:02 GMT -5
Kohana stared at the stag with an evil look that penetrated right through your pelt. She rolled her orbs at his comment and just decided to drop that topic and move onto what she was really here for.
Whatever, now, what are you here for?
((dont worry, mine stinks too))
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Post by Cookie on Jun 3, 2006 13:01:35 GMT -5
The golden Quarter Horse stallion shrugged. "Looking for members of my herd," he said after a moment's pause. "Is that a crime, now?" His position was stiff; he wasn't going to let down his guard. This mare was strange to him, he was strange to her. They didn't know each other, and so they were both on their guard.
((Muse... where'd ya go?))
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Post by skittles on Jun 3, 2006 14:15:30 GMT -5
((lol, mines leaving 2))
Kohana shifted a little bit on her lucid limbs. She was a bit stiff. For she knew that this stag could do anything to her if he wanted to. She had a delicate form yes, but she was pretty hefty underneath her jacket. She looked at this stag. he was the dark king. He didn't look the part. She laughed to herself. For this stag was golden in color, and not a draft breed as most were. He looked more neutral than dark. However, from talking to him, one could tell that he was indeed dark.
I never said that was a crime. So, are you here to take me into your herd?
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Post by Cookie on Jun 3, 2006 18:55:00 GMT -5
The stag smirked, an evil smile twisting his facade. "Oh yes m'dear," he said. Playing the part of light and feigning politeness, he went on, "But only if you want to..." his voice resumed its dark air. "Not."
((*steals l2c's thing and stabs icky post*))
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Post by skittles on Jun 10, 2006 13:08:51 GMT -5
Kohana stared at this stag with a look that pierced even the darkest of the dark’s soul. Her beady red eyes looked into this stag’s before her. She remained halcyon through everything the dun stag before her said. Though, like all darks, she still had enmity for him, for no reason what so ever.
Of course I will go with you. As long as I am not treated like a slave. I was never thinking about not going with you.
She responded with pure irateness. She flipped her banter over to the other side of her strapping curvature and waited for this stallion to lead her back to her new home. [/font][/color] ((lol))
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