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Post by .Wyrd. on Mar 11, 2007 16:50:57 GMT -5
Bodice of brindle strode across the land on pillars of a similar hue. This wench was in no hurry, what was reason was there to run around like a headless chicken till you find a hession? If a hession wanted her, they would find her. Pillars came to a halt as dial dipped to slice at the blades below.
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Post by Biscuit on Mar 11, 2007 16:59:36 GMT -5
The demon strode 'pon muscular pillars. His nares caught the scent of a femme. Quickly his pillars took his shadowed carcass to the femme. He stopped only but a few feet away well, well, well, what have we here. A young femme hopeing for a home possibly? His tones hissed at her. His twin towers were already glued to his skull and his dark liquids were slits. He strode closer to the femme What be thy calling? tones questioned her somewhat tauntingly.
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Post by .Wyrd. on Mar 11, 2007 17:05:32 GMT -5
Orbs caught the outline of a muscular hession approaching. His tones were harsh, but then most darks had such scorning tones. In reply to his second question, she hissed;
I am dubbed Apocalypse.
His stance was agressive, similar to his body language. Apocalypse knew this hession would be perfect. Afterall, a hession with character was a lot more interesting.
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Post by Biscuit on Mar 11, 2007 17:10:15 GMT -5
"Well, Apocalypse, I am Ghost Raider At the sound of his name a few lost souls swarmed him. His dark liquids rolled in their sockets, and they flew off. "would you care to join my harem? tones were still harsh, but they always were. With a past like his, you couldn't help but be harsh. His gaze scanned over the femme. She had character and seemed to be able to handle herself well. That was what he needed, a strong femme.
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Post by .Wyrd. on Mar 11, 2007 17:13:14 GMT -5
As the hession uttered his name, Apocalypse could feel the presence of the unknown & unseen. This sent a chill down her spine, but the presence was nothing she cold not handle. In response, she hissed;
I would be obliged.
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Post by Biscuit on Mar 11, 2007 17:20:22 GMT -5
A nod was given and the demon turned on 'pon his muscular pillars Follow Me The demon took off at an easy duo gait. It would take a half day just to get to his realm, but it would be worth it. His gaze shifted back towards the femme making sure that she was following.
ooc:I shall make posty in ghost's land!
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Post by .Wyrd. on Mar 11, 2007 17:21:46 GMT -5
Dial nodded in acknowledgement as she turned to follow the brujo. Pillars moved at a silent two-beat as she made her way to her new home.
((okies))
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