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flames o' hell | NOSFERATU
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Date Posted: 19:30:18 06/24/05 Fri
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[ x ] reveille | [ morsemordre ]
's message, "[ x ] n o w . I . l a y . m e . d o w n . t o . s l e e p | [ dark mark ]" on 21:05:37 06/21/05 Tue
Flames o' Hell stands silently beside Reveille, her feminine carcass pressed closely against his own massive ebonite frame. As their son makes his way toward them, her full attention is directed toward him, flame-licked lanterns shifting within two chambers of abyssmal blackness to allow her fiery gaze to sweep over the half-grown colt's already impressive physique. He was filling out nicely, indeed - already a full hand taller than herself, and with muscle and sinew practically bulging beneath his mahogany flesh with every little move he made. The fuzzy, immature, and rather ridiculous-looking hair that had once covered his body had long since shedded out - the colt's milk-coat gone and replaced with the more glossy-looking, sleek hide that he would be bearing for the rest of his life. With a soft snort, the stygian-cloaked banshee observes the many scars that already tatooed her son's flesh - tokens of battles fiercely fought with other young equines, and won, at that. Truth-be-told, Flames couldn't help being proud of her son - a feeling that her mate obviously shared toward the rapidly-growing colt, as the nigrescent demoness watched the similiar hued beast bump his maw against Nosferatu's shoulder with the barest trace of a ghost of a smile appearing upon demonically gorgeous features. However, she could do without her son's overly-arrogant behavior - usually she didn't mind it, for it reminded her of herself, actually - but when the stud-colt insisted on portraying the cocky smirk even around them...well, that was when she became slightly agitated. As if confirming this fact, Flames' auds tilt backward slightly, partially burying themselves beneath the web of charcoal tapestry that made up her lengthy fore-tassel as the savage skull is thrusted toward Nosferatu, ashen labrums peeling back to allow blood-stained enamels to marr his hide in a slightly harsh manner, a stern look casted in his direction as blood-flecked retinas narrow to slits within their sockets.About the same time she was "punishing" her son for his overly-arrogant, and rather disrespectful behavior, the filly had walked up. At Morse's approach, the noir minx turns toward the young vampiress, silent scrutiny applied to every inch of her quickly-growing figure as flame-licked ooids narrow ever-so-slightly within twin chambers of abyssmal blackness. However, the scrutinizing look is dropped quickly, replaced by one of "welcome", if you could call it that, and as the young she-devil speaks and dips her head in a respectful manner, a nod of intricicately-sculpted dial is given, the venomously feminine tones spoken almost fondly...almost. "It's not a problem, Morsemordre - really. We're happy to have you." As the stygian-cloaked demoness speaks, she snarls inwardly to herself - she almost sounded like one of those pathetic cloud-huggers! Ah, well - too late to change it now; the damage was done. Turning back to Reveille, she places an affectionate nip upon his thick nape, before her attention returns to their son, who was eyeing Morse fiercely, his brow furrowed in a glare, his auds slightly pinned against
savage skull as his tail began to whip at his flanks in an irritable manner. Snorting softly, Flames rolls scarlet retinas skywards at her son's behavior - obviously, Nosferatu didn't much care for the young vampiress... a bit jealous, it seemed.
FLAMES O' HELL
DEMONESS
ARABIAN
HEART AND HIDE STAINED BLACK
FIFTEEN POINT THREE HANDS
EIGHT YEARS OLD
CHAINED TO REVEILLE
SPAWNED NOSFERATU |
(ooc: Yeah, I understand what you mean, Sam; Morsemordre should be shaken after all that's happened - sounds great.However, I'm playing like Nos is completely oblivious to her feelings - he thinks she's a stuck-up brat who thinks she's too good for everyone else, and he doesn't much like her...yet. Hmmm....how to actually hook them up though... Oh, I think I have an idea! How about...since you know, Flames and Revei want Nos and Morse to get along - it was a plan with them and Morse's parents to hook the two up when they get older, kinda like being "betrothed" - Revei insists that Nos and Morse go off together, to kinda explore their new home. Of course, the two don't really wanna do this, but they do it anyway, and at first they hate it, but then they kinda start talking and stuff, and we'll go from there... What do you think? Oh, and I meant to ask you, are you gonna make Revei get a TT later, or does he already have one?)
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