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Post by Wraith on Jun 16, 2006 18:12:45 GMT -5
A black vixen passed through these lands, ignoring what lived here. Behind here followed only the darkness. Her crown thrashed in an effort to rid herself of branches, and hanging spiderwebs. Hoofs landed hardly on the ground, but she was not heavy, and only a small indention was set where her hooves had been. Cold orbs would chill anyone to the bone. Quietly, and quickly she three-beated through the sacred terra, not looking for anyone, but sure to find someone.
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Post by Cursed Pathwalk on Jun 16, 2006 18:34:08 GMT -5
Sephiroth let his gaze shift to the black vix as sh emoved. Audits pushed far back on his crown as he pursed his velvets ridding them of dead flesh. Picking his head up higher he was alble to settle what breed she was. Pure arabian. There were so many nowadays. He was friesian built for the fight.Being as tall as he was branches often caught hsi nape so a shake also rid him of there bad intentions.Snorting he turned his view to th esky seeing the moon disappear behind the clouds almost constantly. he ahd an unbeatable personality>Maybe she did to.
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Post by Wraith on Jun 16, 2006 18:42:42 GMT -5
As she heard branches snap, her dial turned. Barely visable to her eyes was a shadowy figure. She caught the feathers at his feet, yet there were no markings. It was a friesian. Pillars slowed to a trot as she tried to figure out where it was. You could almost feel the foul darkness that radiated from her soul. She backed up, hidden in the shadows, she was almost invisible, but not quite.
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Post by Cursed Pathwalk on Jun 16, 2006 18:58:02 GMT -5
Dark frame was all that was seen as the figure eroded from the shadows. Optimizers were barely visable yet he caught a gleam of her visionaires from afar. His opwn muscular frame now beat intesnly against his chest as he stood somewhat taller then her. they all had habits, so maybe hers was that she never spoke first? Whatever the case she was quite and he was anxious to hear a voice.
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Post by Wraith on Jun 16, 2006 19:15:37 GMT -5
So I was right. There is always someone lurking in the shadows. Her tunes were cast out of her, as she broke the silence that drowned her. They were dark, and unforgiving, yet weren't scratchy of foul to the ear. Your name? She asked, knowing hers still was hidden. She waited ofr an answer from this dark horse.
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Post by Cursed Pathwalk on Jun 16, 2006 19:56:51 GMT -5
He smirked a mometn then released his bodice from teh forsaken shadows that hid him."I be Sephiroth," he stated rather short. "What of yours?You can't expect to stay hidden forever. Come from the strangled branches and reveal your true self to me." The black brute let his head fall parallel to his bodice for a mere minute as he waited.
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Post by Wraith on Jun 16, 2006 21:36:48 GMT -5
I can stay concealed in the shadows however long I want, and I'm done. I wasn't really hiding either. She stepped slowly from the shadows, after telling him her side of mind. She felt short compared to him, her orbs holding the fact that she kept to herself. She had not spoken to anyone in a while.
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Post by Cursed Pathwalk on Jun 17, 2006 13:11:36 GMT -5
He grinned gruffly at her remark. "That be your story vix?" he lifted his dial higher his featehrs flared as he moved his legs for a second. cresent flowed in and out as he breatehd and his pharynx strong and muscular from his on going battles. "So let me guess your story on why you are here, Looking to be alone in life and scarcly see other equines.....or you are looking for amtes in the least possible places." His maw smirked knowing both of his answers were wrong.
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Post by Wraith on Jun 17, 2006 13:31:04 GMT -5
No. To both. Though, I think you already knew that. The reason why I am here is none of your buisness. My name is Wrath. Not truly, for that is my nickname, but my name means nothing. She'd spilled one thing, but it was not complete. Now tell me yours, and if your so smart, then what am I really here for? She was here, for she was not looking for anything, but had not yet found what she lost.
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Post by Cursed Pathwalk on Jun 17, 2006 14:34:57 GMT -5
"I have no reason of being,"he started" I wonder even though I have land. I feel connected here, like this is a place were I can get angry and mad though it wont ever matter. I can be alone breath the musted scents of which I live on. A second home, one I can act as i want and the equines that see me might see another me." Sephiroth looked away a moment distracted by the flutter of crows nearby. "hmmm so many quetions.Might you be interested?"
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Post by Wraith on Jun 17, 2006 14:45:21 GMT -5
She was slightly confused at why he was tellign her this. Her breaths were quiet, and slow. Heart beating slowed down, getting rest from beating so hard as she ran. Not getting an answer she snorted. Interested?
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Post by Cursed Pathwalk on Jun 17, 2006 20:13:17 GMT -5
"Are you looking for a stag vix?"he answered more planily this time being sure she understood his quiet words. "What be our calling fae? I have answered your many questions.Answer at least one of mine."
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Post by Wraith on Jun 18, 2006 7:41:01 GMT -5
It is not what I came her for, but I might be. When she siad I might be, it usually meant yes. My name is Wrath's mirrior Image. I expect, and know, that know one will call me that. I went by Wrath, to everyone I once knew. Now it is the same.
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Post by Cursed Pathwalk on Jun 18, 2006 16:59:25 GMT -5
He nodded his skull to her his black dreads covering his once so loving visionaries. He ahd loved someone so descent to him before but all that is passed. he was decieved and broken down his mate laughed at his pleading words that escape dhis vocals so dreadfully. Being as he was now he was a dark stag one of bad intintions. One taht would watch you die at his knees and not dare to look you in the pools. He was a changed stud. Love had changed him.
"Then let that be what I call you," he answered back"So Wrath let me do the pleasure of not letting you stay alone.Follow me?"
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Post by Wraith on Jun 18, 2006 18:03:36 GMT -5
Emotionless orbs turn away for a second in silence. She watched where the moon should be, but didn't find it. As his words hit her harks, she turned her dial back slowly. A life no longer alone can be a curse. For anyone, but I shall follow.
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