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Post by Namid on Apr 20, 2007 16:28:58 GMT -5
Pillars carried his multi-colored bulk into the terrain. Frame soon slid to a stop. Optics scanned the area gently. Yes, he remembered this area when he was smaller. But then again he was still only a yearling. Skull tossed as his daggers dug into the earth, once more in motion. Pillars raced around the area. Namid had allowed him access to these by himself, just as long as he returned by nightfall. Keme bucked a few times just for the fun of it.
As he did so, his frame split...becoming three Kemes for a few moments. But if any had seen, they would meerly think that it was a halucination. For his frame was one again. Daggers dug into the earth making small ruts as he slid to a halt once again. Light call was emitted from his vox. Yet to no one in particular...just to anyone that would want to play or something. Skull soon lowered to nibble on the grass. But that still seemed a bit boring to him..Keme never did understand how his dam could stand it. Optics ran across the terrain once more. Hoping to find something of interest...
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Post by panic on Apr 20, 2007 18:59:21 GMT -5
Time Flies
xx when you ruin their lives xx
Pitch-black optics watched with amusement as the tyke played its way toward the she-devil. Shadows of the oak towering over her cranium, shrouded her features in mystery. Unseen to the spotted colt, she waited for his arrive to her side of the story. Another fool to take her in, and unleash another bit of the curse. Some where in these lands, she knew lived the goddess. The unjust b!tch Pandora would take down. Someone had to know of the vixen. No one could hide forever.
Pandora wasn't the one to speak first, words meant nothing to the banshee, so silent she stayed. Charcoal canvas blending perfectly in the shadows. Only when patience grew thin did she stir, perfectly formed stilts reaching out to the sunlight. Frame gliding the steps closer towards the tyke. Ivory forelock shading her delicate optics from the blinding sun, raven dreads swaying across her boa, ticking with every step. Banner swayed with exaderation, glistning in the sun.
Smirk played across her kisser, as diamonds were placed carefully to hell's roof. Harks pricked to follow the youngling's movement, flicking black-and-forth effortlessly. Satisfied with her image, Pandora's motion halted, gaze still lingering on the colt. No lyrics were uttered from her vox, for once again she never spoke unless nessicary. All that was left, was to wait. |
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Post by Namid on Apr 20, 2007 19:11:19 GMT -5
Frame had gone back to his romping. Jumping one way then the next, then running and bucking. Only to do it all over again. He acted as though a jack rabbit bouncing around. Daggers soon slit the earth once more, bringing his frame to a halt. Optics had caught site of the paramour. One which he had never seen...Actually he hadn't really seen any other than his own dam for some time now. Breathing was heavy, adrenaline still rushing thick through his viens. He didn't say a word, just watched her. Namid had warned him that trouble could be lurking where he went, and to be careful. Small whipcord twitched back and forth slapping the sides of his hindquarters. He had only spoken to his dam before, and couldn't remember if he'd ever spoken to his sire. He guessed not, having not seen him in awhile either. Light grunt was emitted from his vox. All she did was stand there and watch him...What did she want?
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Post by moonlightsonata on Apr 22, 2007 10:26:51 GMT -5
OOC|| that makes me sad, I'm gonna have Firefly come to save Keme before he "dies" if dats kk?
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Post by panic on Apr 23, 2007 16:35:54 GMT -5
Closer Still
xx I can't get what I want, with you standing over there xx
Charcoal optics softened, gaze drifting from the tyke for a moments piece. Expression softened, friendly smile crossing her kisser. Shadowed features brightening in the harsh gloom. Coal diamonds set lightly against the sod, pressing softly into the terra. Raven frame inching a step closer to the tyke. Mild chuckle drifted from her vox, sweet and soothing. Pandora wasn't about to let this one slip from her grasp. It could be the break she had been waiting so long for.
Despite her reluctance to speak, as normal, she was tempted to calm the tyke. Conscience had to remind her over and over he was no stag yet. Temptation was not quite an option, yet. Optics turning back to the youngster, maw parted slightly as her lyrics bounded. "Come now youngling, do not be afraid. I will not hurt you, my name be Pandora's Box. May I know yours?" Her lyrics soothed, cracking slightly, for she used it little. If at all from her years.
Whipcord flicked lightly, shooing the pests that haunted all equines. The shower of jet strands snapping her hocks lightly. Boa arched, flipping her long sea of dreads. Ivory forelock falling to shower her orbs. Patience run long, waiting for an answer. Not though she cared much of the colt's calling, but it was time to get a move on.
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Post by Namid on Apr 27, 2007 19:49:12 GMT -5
Another grunt was emitted from his vox as the paramour inched closer towards his small bulk. Optics never left her, his dam had taught him to trust no one...no matter how close you are to them, that unless you find someone who will trust you fully back. Lyrics started as a hiss but evened out to a normal yet quiet tone, for he only ever spoke to his dam and there was no need to speak all that often. "I be Keme.." The tyke only emitted three words. Three whole words to her two sentences. Yes he could speak more than that, yet he did not. Not wanting to cause trouble by saying something wrong..
Whipcord still slapped at his hindquarters. Thors flicked back and forth easily. Listening for anyone or anything that should try to surprise him...Alert is all he could be. There was no protection from his dam at this moment, one of the reasons why she allowed him to come..To start getting used to being able to protect him self in such curcumstances. Now see if the paramour tried to attack..He had a conteraction..Something only his dam knew about, for she had seen him do it. The silence grew between the two as he awaited her next comment. Keme hoped she'd get straight to the point, of course he wanted a friend, but this paramour didn't seem to be wanting friends...more of on a mission of some sort.
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Post by panic on May 16, 2007 16:12:46 GMT -5
Open The Door
xx before I take a hammer to the walls around you xx
Bodice sidestepped, optics clawing at the tyke's spotted canvas. Oh how she hated that color, crimson splashed with dots of ivory. This demoness could barley stand to keep from laughing at the ridiculous color. No seriousness was taken from the tyke, ignorance blocked her sense of his...powers...
Jet and ivory splashed whipcord flicked nonchalantly, though no pets lingered to watch the show. Ebony boa arched, ivory forelock flowing in a trancing arc. Lyrics were smooth and stretched just to fit, "Well Keme I have a question for you." She paused, chuckling slightly. Optics closed, focusing not on the ridiculous tyke, but on something else, "It could change this whole world, and I must know." Optics flashed open with speed of lightning. Sly grin crossed her features...
Pitch dagger was placed closer, cranium lowered to be even with the tyke. Her breath steady, carbon cold as ice. "You will hear me out." Lyrics bittersweet, demanding. She no longer would be polite, no one could save him now...
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Post by amir on May 16, 2007 17:50:44 GMT -5
The two stallions watched from a distance. They stood proudly upon a hill top watching the young one.
Kain's blood began to course through his veins fiercely. He didn't know the young one but he didn't like what his cold black eyes were seeing. He stepped forward slowly only to stop short after a few steps, the massive red body was carried by powerfully strong legs. He glided as if he was a ghost sweeping across the grassy terrain. His silky red mane fell down over his built neck hiding most of his powerful muscles. Each move he made his body glittered in the warm sun light. He would never take up for a stanger but he couldn't bare to see a young life taken.
A soft breeze blew over the two stallions, picking up each of there silky manes showing off there finely, powerfully built frames. They watched closely.. they could do nothing but only watch and hope the young one's life wasn't taken before their eyes.
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