Flying Colors
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Post by Flying Colors on Jul 3, 2006 18:22:05 GMT -5
She trots into the barren waste land, the vix has just become a mother, she is still sore and tired, but she can beat the other vix, and she is willing for she wishes to become lead mare...she waits for the mare to come and fight her...
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Post by venomous on Jul 3, 2006 18:32:58 GMT -5
sillohettes heavy covered the geo as the suns shifted through time and past. her challenger has come, finally her time for this vixen's humilation to begin a new age. smirk crossed the temptress' kissers as she waited until this wench halted. too much pride clouded this vix, so much that it could destroy her slowly and painfully. daggers upturned the geo, once in the past, crimson blood spilled throughout these blood-stained terrain. such horror to ones, yet to her, it was a kingdom that held victory to one challenger. ivories bared as the vix came in full view of her enraging lampistras, searching the vix for weaknesses. the time had come, stepping ghostly out of the shadows, kissers parted, a scream of a warning to the wench to turn back or face calamity and hell as she came toward this temptress. two-towers flickered, past down to her crown, as she two beated her pillars toward the foolish vix, encircling her as if she was the hunted. .:.Tis very a foolish demand of such one in your position to even challenge and think to defeat me wench.:. hissed Venomous Muse as she halted her encircling as the huntress.
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Post by london on Jul 3, 2006 18:34:59 GMT -5
His bod was settled near a lone timber. Shadows enfloded him within them. His black peltage was nearly unseen as his footfalls unadible. Towers swivled upon his crown, dial swayed as he tossed crowding trassels behind his harks. Visions, now clear upon view, looked to the duo whom fued. A snicker was let forth of his vox as his nape arched once more. Sticking forth he whinneyed to the two vixen. Then he stood in shadows, whipcord slashed his hocks on occasion. Attic knew the match and its winner already as he looked upon them.
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Post by Flying Colors on Jul 3, 2006 18:44:59 GMT -5
she circled around the vix, and whinnied, a sharp ear piercing cry...Then she galloped foward, and reared and slashed the orbs of which she saw through there was a large gash on her neck she waas readay to kill her, then she got ready to but then somthing stopped her in her tracks, as she waited for the vixens response...
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Post by london on Jul 3, 2006 18:46:54 GMT -5
He looked upon Venomous with a sneer, a nod of his dial showed he cared not for either of their fates. No death is the only calling I state Lyri hissed as his occuli shot upon Flying Colors, a slight glare given. His frontal pillars made motion, daggers stomped the geo inpatiently awaiting the fate of both vixen. A sheer calling erupted forth of his vox. Lithe came forth of the shadows, lithe caught in rays of lights as orbs were focused upon both the vixen of his liking.
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Post by venomous on Jul 3, 2006 18:53:59 GMT -5
a shearing sensation past through the pearl stained boa, feeling the infliction she had taken from this wench. now along with the wound from previous times, there will be another scar to mark her past on her once pearl pelt, now crimson liquid oozed through the insion. the pain was not unbearable, but would stay with her through this unnessary battling war. daggers flashed through the atmos, toward this wench as she halted as if she were shut off. four beats of obsidians pounded the geo as she charged fiercely and with unmistakable precision, kissers parted, revealing a show of blood-stained ivories into the pharynx of this vix. twisting her boa, following her crania, she attempted to desolcrate the challenger's pelt, revealing an infliction to her blow.
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Flying Colors
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Post by Flying Colors on Jul 3, 2006 19:03:02 GMT -5
The vix gallops towards her for a final time giving her one last chance to surrender, if not she surly will die! She gallops on towards, her and gives a fatal blow to the heart, liquid crimson is now protruing out from the body of the injured vix, she whinnies a warning if you don't surrender I wil kill you! She hissed through her dentals, as she bit her nape...
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Post by london on Jul 3, 2006 19:05:55 GMT -5
ooc| Flying Colors, you also have to say when you get hurt. And you dont chose if Venomous bleeds, she does.
The stag stepped forth even more. A single dagger skid the earthen's facade, his features now held no expression. Skull stood tall within the heavens, as his melarkies remained vertical upon his onyx crown. Peltage showed his own wounds from many wards. Whipcord met with his hocks as the blood takers bit within his flesh. A snort was issued, exhaling carbon mixes from his chambers. I said you may not kill Vocals boomed over the lands. The winged ones flew from the timbers as his upper bulk rose and soon relay. Irritation at the vixen was shown as his orbs narrowed upon Flying Colors.
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Post by Flying Colors on Jul 3, 2006 19:15:36 GMT -5
the vixens orb's looked upon the stag, they narrowed as well, and she replied {fine I shall not kill, but I will injure if I am not lead mare}
OCC: oh and I replied in death valley!
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Post by london on Jul 3, 2006 19:17:16 GMT -5
Blades shrugged as her lyri spat forth, attic in knowing that he'd deal with her disrespect later in the ending day. Injure as you please, just remember, if you lose this battle you are still in my herd. I have claimed you as my own and you can no longer flee Vocals spat their warning as a sneer pressed his facial expressions.
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Post by venomous on Jul 3, 2006 19:19:45 GMT -5
this was no challenge to Venomous Muse, it was just a mere game of the circling lifespan of the Cursed. of course blows and afflictions will appear, scars will form and take place of the wound, yet she will play this game with her until the end would be near. as two-towers flickered upwards at the warning that was given to her; she past it without a thought. it was too late to turn back for herself, yet she fully welcomed the idea to this prejudice filled vix. physique of the temptress, leapt from the vix, yet took the blow to her prominence. it would sting, and slow down the huntress a bt, yet nothing serious. tabiries flinched at the smitten pelt, she felt the affect rush through her as a rush of cool liquid, yet in the windows to her soul, still tongues of flames raged as she danced upon her pillars, dodging the shots toward her nape. now it was her to return the favor. leaping back further with a single ghostly movement, the huntress encircled her prey, visioning her as the deer, and her the tigeress ready to prounce. ivories flared, baring them in a venomous hiss in taunting. with one brillant, -yet minutely slowed from the previous infliction to her physique- a blow past to the wench's own pedates, attempting maiming her to the fullest. if she could not stand, she could not fight. ivories touched the bare pelt, feeling the lacerating craving to the flesh.
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Post by Flying Colors on Jul 3, 2006 19:20:04 GMT -5
OCC: venomous left, so do i win or wat???
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Post by london on Jul 3, 2006 19:24:00 GMT -5
Occuli looked upon those whom fued. A sneer pressed his features once more as his whipcord slashed his hocks, wind lashed upon the threo's pelt as the winds came in.
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Post by Flying Colors on Jul 3, 2006 19:34:10 GMT -5
the furious vix, galloped foward, and with her daggars, she kicked the feet from the geo, the other mare fell to the ground...She got on top of her, and said {thou shall surrender or I shall hurt more, for I can break your legs, and if I do, then you can get food, for you will most likley die, now surrender, or I break your legs, you take your pick! The wind is blowing her mane, in the wind, the dentals taking a chunk out of the mare neck, she gives her one last warning through her now heavly carbonized breath, and is panting heavley, for she has been injured herself, for this is her first wound and she is not taking care of it as though she should, for it is becomming infected, and it starts to sting so she licks in gently wiping away the crimson, and her massive figure standing abouve the frightend vix, waiting for her response...
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Post by london on Jul 3, 2006 20:24:30 GMT -5
ooc| last post for me; Flying Colors your power playing. You can NOT say you pushed the other person down, you can say "she attempted to knock the mare over" and see if Venomous lets you.
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