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Post by HITLER on Dec 28, 2006 17:34:37 GMT -5
Slipping with ease down a muddy hill, the darq brute carved his own path. The wet ground sucked for his ankles, each time attempting to drag in down, each time failing. Snorting, for he was losing patience with the ground, he turned towards the small cliff that exteneded out over the water.
Much to his disgust, it shimmered in the sun. He hated the sun most times. Finally, he had had enough of the mud. It must have been an interesting sight, the large brujo jumping into the air to free himself than galloping all out along the shore. Black daggers left track in the mud, marking his path.
As he reached the cliff, he turned sharply. With control, he slid over towards the opposite edge of the cliff. When he reached it, pillars once again extended and carried him over the short distance of rock. Once the cliff ended, Hilter kept going, diving into the water. |
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Post by Vanessa on Dec 29, 2006 1:27:42 GMT -5
Moonlight, a sweet, dainty little light femmora, saw a stag galloping quickly over the beach. It was much to her surprise when she saw him dive into the water. She carefully galloped as fast as her little pillars could carry her across the beach, wilst her little daggers dug into the sand. Once she reached the edge of the water, she slid to a stop, sand spewing out from under her hooves. "Hello!" she cried out to him. "Where do you plan to go?"
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Post by HITLER on Dec 29, 2006 13:24:26 GMT -5
After a long moment in the cold water, he emerged. Seeing the wrench, a dark grin krept across his features. Swimming slowly until his his knives hit hell's roof, he made his way to the shore. Climbing out of the water, he shook himself. Pillars brought him to the fae.
Opticals were ice cold, but amused, as he looked at her. Most obviously a light. But no light stag? Where was this world going? Right into the palm of his kind, thats where. Atleast for now. Hiss krept through the still air, like a venomous snake ready to attack at any second.
" hello, puppet. i'm Hitler. what is your cursing? " |
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Post by Vanessa on Dec 29, 2006 21:54:17 GMT -5
"Hello, Hitler. My name is Moonlight. It is very nice to meet you," the little fae said politely. She bowed in respect. Her sweet little orbs were full of happiness and light. She was very naive, for she had been orphaned at birth and had not known anyone since then.
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Post by HITLER on Dec 30, 2006 12:38:34 GMT -5
[ reply coming ]
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Post by Vanessa on Dec 30, 2006 14:46:33 GMT -5
(ok)
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Post by HITLER on Dec 31, 2006 21:01:06 GMT -5
A smug smile spread across his kissers. This would be easier than he thought. And he hadn't seen a light stag anywhere. No one to interfere, although a good fight would be welcomed. Inwardly he was very happy to get a captive, or almost. Just the short distance to the territory he wished to claim and that would be that. In the most gentle voice he could muster, for he figured that since she seemed so nieve he could just talk her into the land, he offered her a place to stay. Unfortuneately for her, he didn't include what she would be and where, exactly she'd be living.
" m'dear Moonlight, won't you join me in my lands that i wish to claim? i think you shall be right at home. " |
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Post by Vanessa on Jan 9, 2007 19:39:10 GMT -5
"Well," Moonlight thought for a moment. "I should love to," she said happily, and very naively. "Where do you live?" Her sweet little orbs looked at him. He was very charming, and she didn't suspect that she couldn't trust him. She paced around a little bit, slightly nervously, while she waited for his reply. Her pillars carried her daintily, her daggers dug into the smooth sand. She was a very pretty little thing, but she just didn't have the knowledge of who not to trust.
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