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Post by Kharma on Feb 9, 2007 19:15:45 GMT -5
Skyla trotted threw she was a great dark and cruel vixen and was rpoud of it she was cold and sometime shad no emoitons to others yes she did have feeling but rarely shown them. She thenw ent to a faster run and stoped she wa in the lost cove where alphas took others to her pack yes she wanted to join a pack with evil others but she must have the braveness to. Skyla liked her name how it had sky in it more like it but it wasn't what she really wanted but she kind of felt like crap right now nd didn't want to say a word she stoped and swung her dial into the air and howled giving a signal to a darker one to lead her the way.. |
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Post by ♥Meggalicious ;; on Feb 9, 2007 19:52:15 GMT -5
The land he lived in was oh-so lonely, and had no life besides him residing in it. Of course, he would usually be fine with this; if there wasn't so much other competition about. Even the thought of another brujo looking better than he was... unreasonable. And never could he have it.
So long as there weren't any other studs living in the Forest, he could probably handle it. A few fems, no doubt. Perhaps even more.
Atreyu noticed the call of another, seemingly just begging for Atreyu himself to come and get her. No problem. With a low snort, dial was held high in an authoritive stance, strutting towards the maiden, pools focused on nothing. Never once had he given her the required once-over, for he was sure he wouldn't have to. So long as she was dark at at least semi hot, we're good.
Finally, his eyes fell flatly on the fae, chuckling, mitts moving him in a circle around her. Yeah. She seemed to pass. "Your name, sweets?" he questioned, voice seemingly more alive than it usually was.
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Post by Kharma on Feb 9, 2007 20:25:26 GMT -5
Skyla saw a brute come towards herauds picked up a her lip twitched as she watched him she would come up with something to say at him she gave a grunt and said Skyla.. and she whispered to her self but he could probably hear it And I'm not some crapy prey your looken' for as she watched him turning her head wtaching him if he was lookin for some helpful crapy vixen to be with hi no he wouldn't get that if he needed to be babysitted know he wouldn't get that this vixen was straight down strong and tough.. |
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Post by ♥Meggalicious ;; on Feb 9, 2007 22:24:43 GMT -5
OOC: Eww. >.< This has got to be the worst written post I've made in a very, very long time.
So sorry!
Snappy, snappy. Sound a bit like ol’ moms. Not a good thing. Not at all.
Oculars rolled down her body like a ball, coming down one side before swinging back up the next. No matter how… yappy… her attitude was, he wanted her. His claim had been staked. “Skyla, dear girl. You truly must not understand…” Onyx mug fell a few inches closer, glaring deep within the vixen’s orbs, threatening the girl to contradict him. “If I wanted you as my prey… the lucky lady of my supremacy… that’s what I’d get. Crappy prey, or a fine-ass piece of art. Things go down my way.”
He smirked, blood-washed ivories slightly revealed as he nudged her forcefully just on the side of the skull. “Of course, perhaps things wouldn’t have to be done by force. Correct, lady? Because if I’d have to force you under my power… well, life wouldn’t be too swell.” Ah… bad, bad words there Atreyu. Isn’t referral all about the influence? How influencing was a threat?
Well. Perhaps if this girl was as dark as she was portrayed, she wouldn’t mind the extra challenge. Of course, he hadn’t intentionally hinted toward this; for it was a test. Pop quiz, you could say. Could you handle the risks, fair maiden?
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Post by Kharma on Feb 9, 2007 22:33:14 GMT -5
Skyla grunted as he said words to her she guessed that he didn't know hiw she got down with her words and life she then responded Your way ha you way is nothin' but the spit out of your mouth..I guess your a fine peice of crap if you don't know how I go..Mister she didn't think about her words but he had another reply she said more lyrics. You can't force me if I was chained on you. Ha power you mean you wish you had power.. She watched for his reply and what he had to ay about her lyrics she got down and dirty if you know what I mean..
occ; rember your not alod to grapic breed fo force breed on this site..  |
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Post by ♥Meggalicious ;; on Feb 9, 2007 22:52:43 GMT -5
He only glared, brow quirked, unphased by the words. In response he merely stood, circling her again, sides running along her own, forcefully trying to shove her a bit. Of course, not all his strength was used; though Atreyu was curious on how much she could handle. Orbs rolled, tinted scarlet, displeased by the fem’s lack of obedience. “You are very ignorant, girl. Are you not aware on how much damage those words could cause to you? Why, for even to dare contradict me… I’d have you’re a.ss in a second.” A low snarl bubbled in his larynx, though the volume did not increase. “Not wise at all, I see. We’ll have to fix that, won’t we?” Fangs chiseled their way onto his face, slowly yet forcefully grabbing a few pieces of skin on the side of her neck. He tugged it only once before releasing, glaring menacingly into her own pair of chasms.
“Babe, do you realize how much of an idiot you’re making yourself out to be? Can you honestly mock my authority, when you yourself are no higher than the dirt we stand on?” Words came in a calm, yet sickly sarcastic tangle that almost seemed to poison the air around them.
He turned, the growl in his windpipe increasing in degree. Razors nipped at her tailbone, just above the rump, where he knew most fems were deep in heat. This was, of course, a teaser; just to see how she would react. She would learn to react like his puppet; though, it may take some time.
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Post by Kharma on Feb 9, 2007 22:59:40 GMT -5
She then felt the skin rip on her neck she got mad and she looked at him and said Don't Worry i'm as dark as you and she swung around and sank her ivoires into his back pulling back trying to rip flesh she got ome and felt him bite her near her rump she growled loudly and barked in his ear while she choped on it and started to tug her ivoies back into his back..She wouldn't let her self get tooken by him yea she was to wise and thats why he didn't know but to hurt her when she said words to her..she barked in his ear more she wanted to damage his hearing or something wanting him to stop or she would bite his face.. |
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Post by ♥Meggalicious ;; on Feb 10, 2007 0:06:04 GMT -5
Strike one. The comment that yet again challenged his remark.
Strike two. Biting? Oh hell hunny, there is probably not a word on the face of the planet that could describe the spoil you’ve only condoned on yourself.
Strike three. Believing that you can take down supremacy; and trying to make it happen.
Three strikes. Ouch… sorry to say. You’re out whhore.
Optics flared, piqued expression blazing within his chasms. This wasn’t any normal state of annoyance; no. He could handle that, perhaps mold the misbehavior into what he wanted. But to the point they think they’re good enough to attack? Heavens.
Velvets reacted by coiling into a tangled mess, blood washed dentures revealed in perfect, sharpened rows. No longer did Atreyu have control over his mind. For now, it rested under the hands of Satan; who would obviously handle this delicacy with superb care.
He twirled about his skull, teeth hacking violently into whatever flesh they could find. They reacted like how an axe would; quick, painful movements that would surely leave behind mutilation. Crimson gathered near the wound on his own back, though the pain added fuel to the fire. In any normal situation, this would perhaps slow things down; but become enraged enough, opposite reactions seemed to always occur. Pools ablaze, he glared into her visage, words dropping from his throat in heavy accents.
“You? S’ twisted and ill-minded as me? Oh, puss, don’t flatter yourself.”
The cruelty in his words were obviously uncalled for; though, he had not a single worry in the world. Front section of his frame seemed to lift, fangs creating a direct aim that they hoped to catch; the face. Lets blind those pretty eyes. See how much you can really suffer.
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Post by wowposter on Nov 3, 2008 3:38:14 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Nov 9, 2008 0:46:00 GMT -5
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