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Post by Perfect Image on Dec 29, 2006 9:02:40 GMT -5
Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...
The proud vixon paraded onto the grounds, her dial extended towards the blue sky. A smug grin was plastered effortlessly onto her velveteen. The scene of her arrival had played over in her mind a countless amount of times, until it had grown to the point where Image had become anxious for the conversation to take place. Still, now that she was standing in the green terrain, she couldn’t help but allow a look of disdain onto her profile. The place simply seemed too cheery. It was unnatural.
Rapidly, her thoughts were brought back to their original task. A soft, deceitful melody filled the empty atmosphere, calling similar souls towards her. She planned on escaping the overly cheerful terrain as soon as possible, although she refused to come off as desperate. The femme paced a small circle, before she impatiently forced her pillars to stop moving. Instantly, her maw parted and words fell from her dial, almost as if her entire body couldn’t hold still for too long.
“Do none dare approach?” she questioned, pools searching the surrounding grounds. “Do none dare try to claim the image of imperfection?”
Nobody likes you...
Everyone left you...
They're all out without you...
Having fun...
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Post by HITLER on Dec 29, 2006 13:56:25 GMT -5
Through endless shadows he sulked. The air that had been slowly warming returned to cold as he passed. Though, through this, his opticals blazed his hatred. Hearing the call of a wrench was just what he needed; something to focus on. Quickening his pace to a trot, he left a trail of tatooed earth for anyone who dared to follow.
As he caught more of her scent, he slowed his pace nares flared and he adjust his positioning a little. Walking through the darkness, he needed no guide. He knew these land better than any. He should. He had gotton lost so long ago, or so it seemed. Hiss wound through the atoms to reach the pinned auds of a vixen, standing now not more than several yards away. His approach had been silent, so the hiss broke a deafening stillness.
" greetings puppet. "
Whipcord snapped impatiently, annoyed by pesks. He took no pleasure in killing little insects like some did. What glory was there in it? It was ridiculous, horses thinking they were braver simply because they killed a stupid insect. He swatted at them anyway though, because after a certain point of them trying to eat you alive; you just got fed up. |
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Post by Perfect Image on Dec 29, 2006 16:12:19 GMT -5
The femme watched as the brujo approached. His footsteps were soft against the moist ground leaving what the fae saw as a trail of hearts. How ironic. In sudden realization she noticed with disgust that her own daggers were also colored with the wretched wet earth. This place was too wet and too cheerful. How did those light of heart survive in such a chipper place? Just by standing in such a dislikeable location the vixon felt like she was going to go insane. Well, more insane than she already was at least.
Lost in her own crazed thoughts, it came as a slight surprise when the brute spoke. What had he called her? A puppet? What an odd name to refer to a vix as. Her velveteen curved downward at the thought.
“Hello, brujo,” the femme purred, taking a taunting step towards the brute, before taking two fluid steps backwards. As twisted a soul and head the fae might have had, she knew what she wanted and how to eventually get it.
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Post by HITLER on Dec 29, 2006 16:47:30 GMT -5
Inwardly he sighed, how he hated games and how annoying of her to even try and start. He held his ground, not even flinching as she moved about. Spring rains dripped here and there, landing tiny droplets on his pelt now and than. Rain, like many thing, were something you couldn't stop, so why bother. Atleast thats the way he figure it. Just ignoring the liquid, he hissed with an icy edge on it.
" your presence here means you haven't a hell hole to call home. i can change that. "
He knew most mares at this point would try again with the games, try and make it look like he was the fool. How annoyed he inwardly got at that, but than he just made fun of them. Their silly tricks and their fools errands. How ridiculous. Figuring she was no different, he began paying little mind to that. He was danged smart, almost too smart. |
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Post by Perfect Image on Dec 29, 2006 19:26:42 GMT -5
The vix shuddered at the light drizzle, shaking her dial slightly at the water. d**n rain. Her pools watched briefly as the small droplets scarred her blood bay pelt; her precious coat. What brute was worth ruining her pelt over? The vain vixon briefly entertained the idea of abandoning her current mission to find cover. Somewhere far from this wretched green terrain.
“Mmhmm,” hummed the vix in reply, slightly perplexed at his response. What an odd brute this dark was turning out to be. Where was the fun with a brujo who wouldn’t even entertain her with a simple game? Without a falter occurring on her smug profile, she took another step backwards, testing the brujo’s patience.
“And what might this hell look like?” she questioned distractedly. The fae shifted on the wet earth, lifting her daggers daintily from their imprints. “Hopefully dry,” the banshee added as an afterthought, grimacing once more at the intruding waters.
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Post by HITLER on Dec 30, 2006 12:34:09 GMT -5
He snorted in impatience, but knew it was only another game. Glancing at the sky with a smile, for he much enjoyed the rain, he rested his weight from one of his hind legs. What did it look like? Well, that was an easy enough question to answer.
It is rather large. There are several dark caves, a small creek thats waters have long since turned red, the grass is mostly dead, but no mind to that for i much perfer it that way. a small stand of trees here and there, with them running densely along the borders. there are few water holes, but enough to get by. whatever i don't have, i take. " |
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