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Date Posted: 16:44:24 06/20/05 Mon
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's message, "[ x ] n o w . I . l a y . m e . d o w n . t o . s l e e p" on 20:29:22 06/15/05 Wed
The malicious female stands alone within the outskirts of the foreign domicile, her form statue-like against the night sky as blood-stained daggers firmly grip Mother Earth's tattered and ugly face, her weight distributed upon all four sinewy appendages. Her face is one of disgust as she allows the flame-licked pools to shift within their sockets, the demonically gorgeous features holding a look of distict loathing as her fiery gaze sweeps over each and every unknown being of the area. Charred whip cracks against muscle-laden haunches in an act that closely resembled a highly vexed feline, single strands of silken stygian sweeping across her battle-tested hocks. This place was nothing short of pathetic - no better than that wretched Acres of Freedom in which she had spent most of her previous life on - if not worse. Clearly irritated, ink-stained spikes bury themselves alive beneath the lengthy, stygian forelock, pinning themselves tightly against the savage skull. Ashen labrums curl backward, exposing bloody and serrated fangs, and a gutteral growl rumbles up from the depths of her chest cavity, released unto the frigid midnight air as she continued to scan the foreign land - how she longed for a familiar face.And then, it happened. As that dangerously-alluring, roaring shriek was brought unto auds, Flames' ears pricked up. She'd know that call from anywhere. Blood-flecked ooids begin to shift within chambers of desolate nothingness, eagerly trying to locate the sound's source, when her mate's brawny, stygian-cloaked physique is brought unto vision, and something that was almost a smile comes across devilishly beautiful facade. As the ebonite beast approaches her, his fangs marring the hide enrapturing her flank in an affectionate manner, the savage skull collides roughly with his own massive visage, her own serrated teeth unsheathed to place an affectionate nip upon his muscled shoulder. Gazing at him, she listens patiently to his words, before her jaw unhinges, bringing forth the venomously feminine vocalities that were oh-so-much her own. The word "dissatisfactory" is an understatement when it comes to describing this wretched place, love. I would go with, "completely and utterly revolting"... But of course, that's just me. Her words were dripping with sarcasm, although most of what she said had been true, or at least partially. Truth-be-told, she hadn't liked her last so-called "home" much better, but still... Acres of Freedom seemed almost perfect compared to this place...almost. Just when she is beginning to answer her mate's last question, her attention shifts toward the muscle-bound form that is slinking out of the shadows - their son, Nosferatu. With a barely audible snort and a sharp toss of her beautifully chiseled dial, the stygian-cloaked banshee regards the half-grown colt in silence. Turning back to Reveille, she smirks, speaking coolly. Well now, does that answer your question?
FLAMES O' HELL
DEMONESS
ARABIAN
HEART AND HIDE PAINTED BLACK
FIFTEEN POINT THREE HANDS
EIGHT YEARS OLD
CHAINED TO REVEILLE
SPAWNED NOSFERATU |
Night’s vile claws ripped once more across the skies and besmirched the wondrous hues of twilight (the hues and tints in which he danced wild and free, untamed by man or beast) but still lingered on as the passing time began to alter the skies and the passing of stars and clouds. Penumbras engulfed the wooded lands and danced on across the places where the equus lingered. The esoteric time of night was now, for it was then that he was awake, then which he followed after his prey. Night came without hesitation, and the dull and dismal rays of the stars' light touched his mahogany cloak…those lids opening steadily and revealing those fathomless pools of blood, which inside you could see searing flames from Hell, the onyx pupils still slit like a cat's eye - a poisonous serpent’s watchful eye. His lungs expanded within his chest, the boyishly handsome facade changing into a sadistic smirk - the madness wrought upon him embracing him again as he awoke from the sepulcher of day and twilight. Scabrous hooves - stained with the blood of the not-so-fortunate victims that were the small creatures that fell mercy to his vile ways - touched the ground in a flash of twisted movement - one fore descending upon the earth, another lifting as the knee crooked…one hind implanted firmly on the ground - another stretched back…this movement alternated until each limb stretched and stood upon the ground firmly. Charred whip - growing in length and almost reaching his hocks - switched sides and cracked against his flanks, resting limply behind him as he shook his savage skull and allowed the quickly-lengthening, charred forelock to fall to the side of his face. Nape curved and bent, his carcass stretching and working its parts before he set off into the night.Nosferatu was big, even for a colt, and it was estimated that he would probably reach about 17.0 hands high off of Hell's rooftop when fully grown. This trait, however, most definitely did not come from his mother's bloodline - her whole family had been small, yet still wickedly strong Arabians, and his dam herself, only reached a mere 15.3 hands - no... more than likely, he got his height from his sire. However, his physical appearance was probably a mix of both - his head was as Arabic as they come, handsomely sculpted, his profile "dished" in that bedouin way, like his dam's, his neck long and muscular with a sloping shoulder; though his body was stockier than his mother's - more muscled and definitely taller, as we had already established. Anyway, the young demon prowled about ten or fifteen feet behind his mother, growling in a rather agitated way to himself as a look of utter abbhorrence washed over demonically handsome features - needless to say, he wasn't really enjoying the "family outing", to to speak - he was bored and rather irritated, and so, he just roamed the foreign hell-hole rather absentmindedly, hate-filled eyes that were like pools of blood narrowed to slits within his chambers. It was then that he saw something that at least slightly piqued his interest: his sire; someone that he hadn't seen in quite awhile, actually. Noting his parental units' reunion, the cocky smirk that his boyishly handsome facade had been portraying is erased, replaced with one that seemed to be annoyance, his blood-red eyes rolling backward in a slightly agitated manner - he hated when his parents got all "flirty", no matter how little the actual affection was. Daggers leave miniature trenches upon Mother Earth's already tattered and torn complexion as he makes his way toward his parents, a sharp snort and an arrogant toss of demonically refined crania the only thing given in "greeting", so to speak, hoping that they would at least take the time to at least half-way achknowledge his presence.
the devil d.amned me .x nosferatu
my blood traces to .x arabian/friesian mutt
my hide is stained with .x blood
when grown, i'll rise from the fiery depths of hell at .x 17.0 hh
from day one of my life it was determined that i was a cruel-hearted .x male
some of my favorite pass-times include torture, maiming, and feeding on the misery of others, which clearly makes me .x evil
i got my tall, muscled, powerful build from my sire .x reveille
though i received my devilishly handsome arabic looks from my dam .x flames o' hell
some say that they are to blame for my attitude .x arrogant, cruel-hearted, devious, sadistic, bloodlusting
so far, my survival count amounts to .x one and a half years
i've chained myself to .x non-existent
with our spawn being .x non-existent
with a malicious glint in my eyes, i stalk through the lands of .x non-existent
i'm controlled by .x meg
her yim contact is .x ylsuzie
and her email is .x ylsuzie@yahoo.com |
(ooc: You think your post was bad? Check out mine: it's crap! lol Anyway, sorry for the extremely late response - major computer problems. Anyway, I have to say that I think I like your idea about everyone dying; Thowra probably really isn't planning on re-opening AOF after giving it a new look, anyway, so I guess that would work. We'll need to kinda decide on exactly how everyone else died, though, we can't just say they all died and that's that, now can we? lol BTW, I'm wondering if we should ever bring our so-called "vampire equines" here - you know, Angelus, Vampire, Darla, and Drusilla? Just a thought - I kinda miss playing Angelus and Vamp, dunno if it's the same with you with Darla and Dru... *shrug* Also, I wanted to show you this pic I made awhile back - I noticed your new character, Sangre, and thought it was kinda weird, because I made this pic way before you even joined her, but for some reason, the horse in this pic I made really resembles her, being a chestnut and her personality and all. Anyway, here it is - tell me what you think.  )
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