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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 24, 2008 2:38:52 GMT -5
<Sorry, Been busy and just noticed it ^^>
<I will reply after school ^^>
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Post by strages on Jan 24, 2008 14:11:36 GMT -5
no probs lol
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 25, 2008 2:41:12 GMT -5
<D.amn.... Forgot again >< I will post on my new computer at my Dads home. Try to come on today at about... 4:30pm ^^>
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Post by strages on Jan 25, 2008 11:01:55 GMT -5
i'll be on. lol
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 25, 2008 11:49:08 GMT -5
Oear finally snapped back to reality at the sound of her smooth voice. How it sang like a melody played on the smooth flowing flute. How it rang in his ears and cooled him to his very dead soul. It was then he wanted to cry to her how much he liked her and how much he enjoyed her being at his side. But it should never happen and never will. How could he abandon his love to his heaven mate. Because she is light thats why. She was his mortal enemy. She was Fiara. The goddess of Heaven. She had devoted herself to Dhiasa. She loved him now.
He looked at her and finally spoke in his amazing hell voice, "Nothing of greater concern" Then he smiled and flicked his bushy tail. His eyes were glowing in the moonlight. By now the shadow form had worn off to show his pure black pelt with sapphire-emerald eyes. |
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Post by strages on Jan 25, 2008 11:58:00 GMT -5
Pushkin sighed in annoyance as he didn’t tell her what she wanted to know. “I don’t care if it’s of any concern I want to know, if you don’t want me to know then that’s fine, but I would like to know even if it is something so trivial that it doesn’t seem important.” Pushkin frowned trying to make sense of what she had just said. The beautiful she wolf looked to Oear her thick coat ruffled slightly in the breeze that was blowing in a western direction. Pushkin knew that she could spend much longer here, she was begun to feel comfortable and she knew that was a bad thing. If she got too used to the land of the dead then she was unsure if she would be able to return home.
-cr@p but i am museless for wolves at the mo-
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 25, 2008 12:04:35 GMT -5
The black wolf stared at her.
"Something of only hells matter" He sighed. His blue eyes glittered. How she was beauty and how she portrayed it well.
She was the wolf of his dreams. He wondered if she felt the same way. Probably not. She probably had a mate with that beauty and sexy appearance. |
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Post by strages on Jan 25, 2008 12:10:58 GMT -5
Pushkin raised an eyebrow her impatience growing but she tried to suppress it. “Hump…” She muttered to herself. Pushkin’s gaze studied the black wolf before her and at once she was remained of the wolf she used to be friends with in her old pack, she would never admit it but she used to have a crush on him, well he was sexy and utterly gorgeous, but then he got all pigheaded and was always acting like some one else, she had gone of him then, but now, looking at Oear made her miss her old friend, he might be all pigheaded now but he had always been a good friend and had even come to visit her when she had been made a exile, she had snapped at him and told him to get lost. He had done as she said and on his way home he had been killed, pushkin almost laughed at the thought of meeting him here, that’d go down well.
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 25, 2008 12:15:17 GMT -5
Oear decided he shoudl find out more about her. He looked at her eyes and then finally let out a sigh. He layed down and rolled over. He looked up to the coming moonlight.
"Soo... Do you have a mate?" He asked pleasantly. His eyes studied the femme. If she was with a mate, he may aswell leave. He may aswell evaporate into his shadows. How the wolves in hell would laugh at him now if they found out. |
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Post by strages on Jan 25, 2008 12:20:08 GMT -5
Pushkin almost laughed at his question but she stoped herself just as the sound was going to escaped her vocals. “Naw... no one ull ‘ave me.” She joked, it wasn’t that she had a mate, ‘cause she didn’t, but she was almost certain that she would be able to get a mate with ease if she had been bother by the whole notion of settling down, but Pushkin was a dreamer and she didn’t want to settle for a boring life, she wanted excitement, danger, and fun.
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 25, 2008 12:21:41 GMT -5
<Loosing muse. May post later. I want to keep my muse up for Scars> |
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Post by strages on Jan 25, 2008 12:24:20 GMT -5
noooooooooo. my muse for scars has gone i need to rp here lol
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Post by strages on Jan 27, 2008 3:03:31 GMT -5
bumpish
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Post by Silentstorm on Jan 27, 2008 3:36:50 GMT -5
{Hell shall take me now}
The black wolf just stared at her. His gaze never moved. His sapphire eyes didn't glow. He just stared hard into her eyes. In a sudden rush, He was drawn into power. He could see in her mind but only briefly. It was like a flash of golden pictures and then spurts of golden ashes. Then the first picture would disappear and be replaced with the next. On rare occasions he could get a single clip which lasted only a short time. It showed Pushkin, A proud little pup, she had dreams and had a little crush on himself then.
Then he saw her growing up. As a teenager she had been a little devil, he predicted. He saw many images but then he was sucked out of the grand vortex of memories and thoughts. Wow, Her life had been excitement. Now he had a golden look in his eyes and his paws were covered in golden ashes. Golden ashes also sprinkled around the rest of his body.
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Post by strages on Jan 27, 2008 12:25:31 GMT -5
Pushkin snarled, her teeth bared and the fur on her back stood on it’s end. She knew what Oear had just done and it angered her greatly, her mind was her only sanctuary and now it wasn’t even that any more. Another snarl tore free from her vocals and her whole stance was ready to fight, she knew that if it came to a fight she would most likely lose, but she didn’t care. She would go down fighting and that was all she asked of life, to let her die fighting. Pushkin’s angered gaze held Oear’s in a challenging manner, every fiber of her being told her to follow instinct of either fight or flight, but for now she could do neither.
A growl escaped her lips and she decided it would probably be best to go home now. Her voice thick with poison. “Good bye Oear.” He venomous words lingered in the air.
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