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Date Posted: 11:14:53 06/28/05 Tue
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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 19:48:03 06/27/05 Mon
Flames o' Hell stood next to Reveille, flame-licked lanterns roaming within two chambers of abyssmal blackness as she observes Morse's rather... polite demeanor, the barest trace of a smile evident upon satanically gorgeous features. The filly certainly was not overly arrogant - she did not act as if she was better than any of them before her; and she did not seem to act like a brat about having to come to this.... place, though Flames knew the young vampiress had protested greatly about leaving Eriador. At first, that is how she was about Sleepy Hollow - she didn't want to leave the hellish domicile in which she was made hell-queen of - the land in which held so many memories; the torturing of that pathetic goody that had trespassed upon their lands - the birth of Nosferatu.... But when that horrid plague swept through Acres of Freedom, killing off all of the demonic and vampiric equines in the area except themselves, Flames knew 'twould be best to leave... lest be over-run
by the few pathetic neutrals and cloud-huggers that were left - namely, the Valle equines; the most purest, evil-opposing group in the whole AOF.Such thoughts of the past put a look of almost longing upon the devilishly beautiful facade - while she didn't particularly miss Acres of Freedom, it did have memories; 'twas where most of her family had grew up after leaving her birth place - the land in which she and her sister Born to Kill were birthed; the kingdom which had been torn apart every day by fights between the hell-spawns
and the cloud-huggers - the land in which was now absent of all cloud-huggers, after the death of Serial Killer and Hellspawn, the hell-king and hell-queen of the whole kingdom; and the death of Born to Kill, who had been summoned from Acres of Freedom after Godsmack's death; she had finally died in battle by losing major amounts of blood - however, she still managed to slaughter her fair
share of the ignorant pure-hearted ones, along with her son and daughter, Endless Killer and Drizella, as well as Flames o' Hell, herself. Together, they had over-thrown the pathetic royals of the cloud-hugger part of the kingdom, murdering their followers as well; only the dark-hearted ones remained living, and they praised them all for their rather... heroic deeds. A grin almost comes to her face as the remembrance of the battle comes to her unholy mind - ah, there had been such bloodshed, so much macabre and carnage. However, thoughts of the past are quickly thrown from control panel and sent to the imaginary recycle bin that lurked within the depths of unholy mind when she notices Reveille - his devilishly handsome face one of anger, his tapered auds buried alive beneath the thick wave of ebony tapestry that made up his lengthy fore-tassel, his ivories revealed beneath ashen labrums as his muscles were seen visably tensing bneath ebony hide. For maybe a fraction of a second, a look of slight confusion etches itself across the stygian-cloaked banshee's sinfully gorgeous features - she was trying to figure out what, exactly, it was to make her mate behave in such a manner. However, just a mere glance at their son told it all - the half-grown colt was shooting Morse glares of complete loatheing, and they certainly were not mocked, either; almost like the kind of looks she and Born to Kill would give to the cloud-huggers at AOF when they rarely entered the common grounds. And as the sable beast jumps at his son, his chest connecting roughly with Nos's shoulder, the midnight tinted wench chuckles ever-so-slightly in the most least of audible voice ranges possible - she didn't particularly want the young demon to
think that his mother was laughing at him, but she also knew that their son was asking for it. Of course, in a way, maybe they were asking for it, too; after all, Reveille and Flames o' Hell had never exactly taken the time to teach their son... manners - such things were always considered un-needed in the world of the hell-spawns, for the malicious creatures seemed to know
when to be... polite; around a superior dark-hearted equine or a friend, at least. But, apparently, Nos was completely dead to such... knowledge, for lack of a better word. But, she did not let their son be solely punished by his sire - oh no! When Reveille's "assault" was finished, the stygian-cloaked demoness's auds tilted backward, burying themselves alive beneath the charcoal tapestry that seemed to serve as their grave as they pin themselves tightly against the savage skull. Throwing her own look of anger at her son, her fangs are unsheathed in a snarl as something that greatly resembled the growl of a feral canine rumbles up from decayed larynx, the blood-flecked ooids narrowed within their sockets as the flames of hell that were always present within blood-red eyes begin to smolder and dance within. And, in lightning-like motion, convex dial is thrusted at the half-grown colt, jaws snapping as a quick, and well-aimed bite is landed on Nos's shoulder -
a hard bite; certainly painful, but not intended to draw blood. The punishment finished, a rather stern look if given to her son, before she withdraws her dial and allows it to rise upon her long and muscled serpentine once again, almost acting as if nothing ever happened as she allows the silence to enrapture feminine carcass like a thick, dark cloak, the charred whip cracking against battle-tested
hocks.
FLAMES O' HELL
DEMONESS
ARABIAN
HEART AND HIDE PAINTED BLACK
FIFTEEN POINT THREE HANDS
EIGHT YEARS OLD
CHAINED TO REVEILLE
SPAWNED NOSFERATU |
(ooc: I'm glad you like the plan - it's all I could think of, but I think it will work. As for using the message board you used on AOF, I think that would be better than getting one of those unclaimable TT's - even though, I think you could beat practically any stallion on here if you were challenged; no offence to anyone on here, but the competition is pretty weak... *sigh* I got bored the past couple days and started reading a bunch of the old messages on AOF, and you have no idea how much I miss RPing my characters with the others; Eternal Flame with Dilkara, Kulali with Tricks, Nocturnal with DC and Nocturna, Lucifer with Diabolique, Slayer with Nexus, Angelus with Darla and Vamp with Dru, Drizella with Duran, even Nos with Wolve and Morse... If only AOF didn't have to die... Oh well. *shrug*)
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