Post by -x-Demented Soul-x- on Oct 23, 2005 12:12:41 GMT -5
Curse Me
Necromancer
Call Me
Crome
Mold Me
A Stallion
Turn Me
7 Years
Chain Me
To the Darks
Paint Me
Ivory
Bleed Me
Andalusian
Know Me
As the complete ass. I get things done, and get them done in my ways. I am no pushover. I set my rules, and mares in my harem shall be good to learn them, and live by them. I do not take to wrong doers easily.
Rember Me
As the bastard whom has seen the world threw many veiws. An old Man, some may call him. He has done almost all, killed many that have gotten in his way, and dosn't change for others. He may be old in the eyes of others, but this dosn't make him dumb, or put him to a disadvantange. He journeys to these lands to settle once and for all, takling his last majour wish... To create and mantain his own herd.
Pass Me
m y r o t t i n g s o a l
Sample Me
(This is DOT from Unknown Valley, AKA Necromancer|Shattered|Pi)
His harks tuned into the minx's words. Ah, he could no longer stay from the pool, twas like a boy, he jumped recklessly into the pool. The small child backed away, and then took a running start, sprinting twords the pool, he gave a huge jump, and tucked his legs to his chest, arms wraping around them as he formed a tight ball. He then fell downwards and hit the water with a great thud, sinking under intell his rump hit the bottom of the pool. Waves issused as he had hit the water, waves splashing over the sides, driplets of water hitting the prissy little gril whom had a single toe in the water, making her sreack and run away, only to return toe back in the water. As the small boy lifted from neath the water, he spread his arms as he broke the surface, sending large amounts of water splashing at the little girl whom picked up her hands to block the water, and became unbalenced, tumbling head frist into the water...
Crome gave his empire a slight shake, dreads falling away from his one blue pool... Whoops, he shoke his empire again, and the bars were shut once more, in a mere secound, the ooid that had never been clearly seen had been revealed, standing, embaresed, and then grabed its clothes and covered up once more, never to be seen again. Crome let his harks flatten against his poll, and let a snort slid from his nares, mucus and blood was sent from his concaves, and twords all that lay infront of him, splattered not only the ground, but the two... bastard and minx.
Cromes blood lines were mixed, mainly Andalusion, but mixed with uncountable things, picking a new trait, a new strenght from everybreed, not limited to the pure Arabain Twigs great looks, but many more traits were trown into the pot. His Andalusion blood lines were shown only in his long dreads, and his form. His once lovley pelt, sploched with miniscule dapples, was covered in grime, dirt, blood... Anything one could think of. No longer was his pure ivory trenchcoat perfectly white, but mudd splattered, along with blood stains from previous murders. His wiskers were untrimed, chains rusted, no longer pure white, no longer clean, but matted with sticks twigs, any thing that the underly the over passing overlong chains seemed to pass, they picked up... Just like a magnet. His dreads were long, greyed slightly, and one of the few things that showed whom his most abundant ansestors was. They were not quite as matted as his tail, for his rump normally hit more things then his empire did, but it was still slightly matted, for things this long couldn't be perfectly clean now could they. His legs were long, but full of mussles, bulkey from the way he had built them up. He was short compared to the two, only standing 16.2 hands, but size wasn't everything... Nothing was everything, everything was a combination of well... Everything... But no one was perfect... No one had everything.
As the bitches words rung threw his harks, he gave a short look around, he didn't see his queen. Ah, what a perfect excuse. He was one whom supported the idea of out with the old, and end with the new... As far as Queen were at least. He had already drawn tired of Evira's ways, but this was a better excuse then to let his ways be known. He let his velvets part, curling upwords to let the sound slide threw, dentals parting as he spoke.
"Ah, my Queen yes, late once more I see...seeing as she has failed to show-up already, She shall no longer be my Queen, so now... The postion is unfilled..."
A slight ammusment was pushed into his tones, for he also had another reason for getting rid of his Queen. It was to piss this little missy off, to have a slight bit more of control over her then she would imangne. He knew she wanted the postion, and she was ready to fight for it, but... If he left the destion up to himself, she would have to impress him by more means then a fight. A slight grin crossed his labrums, but then faded away once more. He turned to Rubicund, a slight shake of his empire was given, as if he was dissapointed in him, but a small smrick played across his labrums, an age old sign that somthing was up. But the smirk was kept so the ess couldn't see, just the dissapointed look of his facial fetures was seen to the minx, that was if she was paying attention. Ah, Hell was soon to be unleashed, but still... One was not enough... Rubicund hadn't quite done his part yet now had he? But Crome knew he would... Eventually.
Crome took a steap forwards, twords the two, now not so far away, on the line of to close for comfort, and about to burst threw the wall... About to. Plans swirled around in his empire, forming, but none were put into action yet... not yet. He let his tounge push his way threw his chaped kissers, licking them, not only keeping them from slipting, but in the tought of the blood that would soon be shead. Now all they needed was a toy, but only two were placed 'pon the self, the herd would have to become larger before a toy could be spared for pray... And tough this bitch was overly confident, there had to be a reason for it... So he wasn't quite sure that she wouldn't be a valuable resorce in the time that was to come.... So, she was off his list of pray as of now... but Evira, already grateing on his last nerve for unloayness, not coming at his call, was on the list...
x[Necromancer]x
Necromancer
Call Me
Crome
Mold Me
A Stallion
Turn Me
7 Years
Chain Me
To the Darks
Paint Me
Ivory
Bleed Me
Andalusian
Know Me
As the complete ass. I get things done, and get them done in my ways. I am no pushover. I set my rules, and mares in my harem shall be good to learn them, and live by them. I do not take to wrong doers easily.
Rember Me
As the bastard whom has seen the world threw many veiws. An old Man, some may call him. He has done almost all, killed many that have gotten in his way, and dosn't change for others. He may be old in the eyes of others, but this dosn't make him dumb, or put him to a disadvantange. He journeys to these lands to settle once and for all, takling his last majour wish... To create and mantain his own herd.
Pass Me
m y r o t t i n g s o a l
Sample Me
(This is DOT from Unknown Valley, AKA Necromancer|Shattered|Pi)
His harks tuned into the minx's words. Ah, he could no longer stay from the pool, twas like a boy, he jumped recklessly into the pool. The small child backed away, and then took a running start, sprinting twords the pool, he gave a huge jump, and tucked his legs to his chest, arms wraping around them as he formed a tight ball. He then fell downwards and hit the water with a great thud, sinking under intell his rump hit the bottom of the pool. Waves issused as he had hit the water, waves splashing over the sides, driplets of water hitting the prissy little gril whom had a single toe in the water, making her sreack and run away, only to return toe back in the water. As the small boy lifted from neath the water, he spread his arms as he broke the surface, sending large amounts of water splashing at the little girl whom picked up her hands to block the water, and became unbalenced, tumbling head frist into the water...
Crome gave his empire a slight shake, dreads falling away from his one blue pool... Whoops, he shoke his empire again, and the bars were shut once more, in a mere secound, the ooid that had never been clearly seen had been revealed, standing, embaresed, and then grabed its clothes and covered up once more, never to be seen again. Crome let his harks flatten against his poll, and let a snort slid from his nares, mucus and blood was sent from his concaves, and twords all that lay infront of him, splattered not only the ground, but the two... bastard and minx.
Cromes blood lines were mixed, mainly Andalusion, but mixed with uncountable things, picking a new trait, a new strenght from everybreed, not limited to the pure Arabain Twigs great looks, but many more traits were trown into the pot. His Andalusion blood lines were shown only in his long dreads, and his form. His once lovley pelt, sploched with miniscule dapples, was covered in grime, dirt, blood... Anything one could think of. No longer was his pure ivory trenchcoat perfectly white, but mudd splattered, along with blood stains from previous murders. His wiskers were untrimed, chains rusted, no longer pure white, no longer clean, but matted with sticks twigs, any thing that the underly the over passing overlong chains seemed to pass, they picked up... Just like a magnet. His dreads were long, greyed slightly, and one of the few things that showed whom his most abundant ansestors was. They were not quite as matted as his tail, for his rump normally hit more things then his empire did, but it was still slightly matted, for things this long couldn't be perfectly clean now could they. His legs were long, but full of mussles, bulkey from the way he had built them up. He was short compared to the two, only standing 16.2 hands, but size wasn't everything... Nothing was everything, everything was a combination of well... Everything... But no one was perfect... No one had everything.
As the bitches words rung threw his harks, he gave a short look around, he didn't see his queen. Ah, what a perfect excuse. He was one whom supported the idea of out with the old, and end with the new... As far as Queen were at least. He had already drawn tired of Evira's ways, but this was a better excuse then to let his ways be known. He let his velvets part, curling upwords to let the sound slide threw, dentals parting as he spoke.
"Ah, my Queen yes, late once more I see...seeing as she has failed to show-up already, She shall no longer be my Queen, so now... The postion is unfilled..."
A slight ammusment was pushed into his tones, for he also had another reason for getting rid of his Queen. It was to piss this little missy off, to have a slight bit more of control over her then she would imangne. He knew she wanted the postion, and she was ready to fight for it, but... If he left the destion up to himself, she would have to impress him by more means then a fight. A slight grin crossed his labrums, but then faded away once more. He turned to Rubicund, a slight shake of his empire was given, as if he was dissapointed in him, but a small smrick played across his labrums, an age old sign that somthing was up. But the smirk was kept so the ess couldn't see, just the dissapointed look of his facial fetures was seen to the minx, that was if she was paying attention. Ah, Hell was soon to be unleashed, but still... One was not enough... Rubicund hadn't quite done his part yet now had he? But Crome knew he would... Eventually.
Crome took a steap forwards, twords the two, now not so far away, on the line of to close for comfort, and about to burst threw the wall... About to. Plans swirled around in his empire, forming, but none were put into action yet... not yet. He let his tounge push his way threw his chaped kissers, licking them, not only keeping them from slipting, but in the tought of the blood that would soon be shead. Now all they needed was a toy, but only two were placed 'pon the self, the herd would have to become larger before a toy could be spared for pray... And tough this bitch was overly confident, there had to be a reason for it... So he wasn't quite sure that she wouldn't be a valuable resorce in the time that was to come.... So, she was off his list of pray as of now... but Evira, already grateing on his last nerve for unloayness, not coming at his call, was on the list...
x[Necromancer]x
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