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] Date Posted: 23:55:26 03/12/04 Fri (OOC: Sorry for the prolonged absence, no internet connection. Try to be more active, though, I promise.) .the cup is half empty, as pessimists say.a void that grows larger with each passing day. .the return of the pale bruja was one of humbleness.he had nothing to flaunt, thus avoided doing so at all times.ebbs tapped lightly 'pon terra, leaving naught but the ambiguous tattoo if of such.he raised his head, searching for the one he had known before...the mare dubbed Elven. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] |
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Author: Elven [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 14:24:10 03/15/04 Mon The passage of time was marked by the tides, the frothy waves sweeping in to clear the beach of any debris and wash away all traces of footprints. But what footprints had been made? Alone, the mare stood on the beach, her heavy frame resting in the shadow of a large cliff. Raven tresses swept against her dove gray flanks, mainly out of habit but possibly just for something to do. Nothing new, nothing new.... Sighing in disgust, the iron maiden turned from the waves, carefully making her way up the steep path to the herd's grazing lands. Pebbles jostled their way toward the beach, dislodged by her ebonite hooves. Soon enough, she ascended the final crest to overlook her home. Shock rippled through her as a familiar form was spotted, one she had thought she'd never see again. Daring to lift her visage, she emitted a clarion call of welcome, hoping against hope that the heat hadn't gotten to her. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: .the.sandman. [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 17:57:44 03/18/04 Thu .ghastly occuli dance for a brief moment as the femme is spotted.solid pillars shift, drawing the pale bruja toward her.before his disappearance, though he barely knew her, he had loved her.oddly enough.his humbly shy ways usually brought him little to no attention, which brought him little to no friends.though he did know that this one was different from the rest.she knew what she stood for and was determined not to change, even in the face of the most brutal adversity.drawing near, he spoke in a low, nearly inaudible voice. .hello. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Elven [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:20:58 03/18/04 Thu It wasn't her imagination after all, her only friend had returned. Tossing her intermingled locks from her gaze, the femme allowed a rare smile to grace her labrums. The smile changed her, breaking the stern mold that usually covered her features and betraying the beauty that lay beneath. .:Hello:. she replied simply, her ashen nares quivering to capture his scent. It had been some time since she had seen him last and his absence had been keenly felt. Elven wasn't a social creature so friends were few and far between for the grulla goddess. Those that she possessed were held tenaciously to her, never to escape the bonds of comraderie. .:And where have you been?:. she asked teasingly, though the answer mattered little. All that mattered was that he had returned and that thought alone was enough to prompt the mare to nuzzle the stallion's cheek. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: .the.sandman. [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 20:32:12 03/26/04 Fri .the last of a dying breed, the seasoned warrior returns the affection by nuzzling the femme's delicate neck.mattered and scarred pillars drew the bruja back a few steps in order for him to gaze upon the beauty of the mare adjacent to him.he had not really been gone, just not around.he was looking for himself. "I was thinking." .his soft ashen labrums parted slightly, letting the words draw themselves smoothly from inside.he had been worried for her, with the war and all that had been going on, although he knew she could care for herself. "The war...what has been happening?" [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Elven [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 08:21:13 03/31/04 Wed ooc: *growls* it won't post for me! Amusement glittered in her dark orbs, revealed as her tilting cranium shifted her locks away from the fae's features. .:Did you reach any profound conclusions?:. she asked, her voice lilting in a teasing manner. However, all joking was put aside as the war was brought to the forefront. .:I'm completely in the dark:. This confession forced a sigh from the iron maiden, her grulla bodice lifting slightly. .:My mother remains a captive of Adrian...I think:. A grimace contorted her features, evidence of the frustration and anxiety that simmered beneath her usually unreadable surface. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Date Posted: 18:03:08 04/09/04 Fri .a caring smile toys at the lips of ashen labrums.occuli dance wildly, gazing deeply into those of the adjacent mare.melodious words flow smoothly from the mouth of the masculine. "I can fix that...I'll light up your life." .crane is dipped as emotions subside.in an attempt to figure out what is going on, the conversation is turned to the war. "Your mother...we should do something." [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Elven [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 10:30:46 04/12/04 Mon The grulla dame nodded in agreement with his suggestion, her eyes focused on some point on the distant horizon. .:I believe that my brother is challenging for her:. she replied, her voice somewhat detached. Hex was battling Adrian and it wouldn't be an easy match. She only hoped that her brother came out on top. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Date Posted: 11:14:29 04/12/04 Mon .orbs glaze over with quiet rage in spite of his efforts to control his anger.this had all gone on too long.though he felt like he had to do something, the was not much that he could do.he felt helpless and useless, despite his polished fighting skills and political knowledge.he spoke softly, evident despair in his voice. "War is hell. I need to do something. I feel trapped. Elven, would you be my mate?" [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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Author: Elven [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: 08:25:05 04/14/04 Wed His inner turmoil was witnessed by the mare, her features impassive. She knew what it was to wrestle with thoughts, emotions, and urges so she let the battle rage without interruption. As words were uttered from his lips, she tilted one thorn in his direction, her banner idly flicking against tarnished flanks. The desperation in the voice of the stallion was almost tangible, forcing Elven to meet his gaze. However, his question nearly floored her. Where had that come from? .:I'm sorry...:. she murmured, her chiseled features swaying in a negative manner. .:While I find you to be a cherished friend, I'm afraid that my feelings do not extend beyond that:. Now wasn't this odd? Here she had been planning on spending her life alone and suddenly she was faced with a proposal. An unexpected proposal at that. The vixen studied his features, praying that she hadn't hurt him. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |