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Post by |:|Sammie|:| on Jan 7, 2007 19:35:52 GMT -5
I duo beat into this new land. It is not up to my standerds, but I can deal with it. The waters rise up to my hocks as I wade in. The salty taste of blood comforts me as I slurp it up.
My coarse pink toungue carries water to my maw. Finally, I bring my muzzle up and my whiskers are dripping. I look around. I do not need permission to be here.
This is my land now, and I am willing to fight for it. I splash out of the branch. Red water stains my imperfect coat. _________________________________________________ The devils called him Phantom of the Opera. His canvas is carried by strong, slim daggers. He looks around. He seems quite satisfied now.
His lanterns are multi-coloured and one shines deeply while the other is dimmed. His aqua orb eyes the lands while his muddy one keeps a look out for danger.
In sleep he sang to me,In dreams he came, That voice which calls to me,And speaks my name. And do I dream again? For now I find. The Phantom of the Opera is there-Inside my mind.
Sing once again with me, our strange duet, My power over you, grows stronger yet. And though you turn from me, to glance behind. The Phantom of the Opera is there -inside your mind.
Those who have seen your face, Draw back in fear. I am the mask you wear.
It's me they hear.
You're/my spirit and my/you're voice in one combined. The Phantom of the Opera is there inside my/your mind.
He's there,the Phantom of the Opera . . . Beware the Phantom of the Opera . . .
In all your fantasies,you always knew that man and mystery . . .
...Were both in you.
And in this labyrinth, where night is blind, the Phantom of the Opera is there/here inside your/my mind . . .
Sing, my Angel of Music!
He's there, the Phantom of the Opera...
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Post by |:|Sammie|:| on Jan 9, 2007 7:52:05 GMT -5
anyone?
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Post by [.x.] Freedom [.x.] on Jan 9, 2007 7:57:55 GMT -5
{I will hang on}
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Post by ~Rush~ on Jan 9, 2007 11:37:23 GMT -5
{uh.....I was suppose too post here as Jetstream!}
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Post by [.x.] Freedom [.x.] on Jan 9, 2007 17:44:15 GMT -5
{Why do you say that all the time? Why can't we both? but whatever}
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Post by ~Rush~ on Jan 9, 2007 20:07:59 GMT -5
{say what all the time...? }
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Post by ~Rush~ on Jan 10, 2007 2:24:50 GMT -5
.Every Way Has A Will.
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A pitch night black stained flicka two beated in, as an easy fluid trotting gait. She held her nogging high, unfraid of whatever came in her path. Flickering her black night thorns in amusement of this area, and its never ending cries in pain and agony. Blood staining the snow in every place...not a scream wasn't heard when passing through here. Not at all. She was was untamable as the sea, rocking and thrashing about she rammed up against rocks breaking them and crushing them too peices. She loved the sea, she liked the way it rolled as she was like it, streams were like it.....but not nearly as powerful.
Jetstream 'twas her name.....cursed forever be it, purest of them jetty's and darqs. Optics narroed in on the area, they sucked it in and twirled it, only too spit it out in disgust as she saw a stallion standing on the land. She snorted at her loudly, rolling her observers, and too kick at the snow,only too have it fall back into the creamy mixture that only now of Winter covered the earth. As they were only four seasons that came and go over and over. The time of the repeats of each never stopped....never ended. It never had started...it never had finished. The seasons as they were, Winter, Spring, Summer, and Autumn. Winter was the time of the white cream that drenched the earth in storms, Spring was the season too reproduce and carry on genes only too raise soon into the Summer. Summer, the hottest time of the year, almost droughts came at this time yet mares still had too rause there reproduced ones. Autumn, the season when the leaves lost there color of the once beautiful variety drenched trees. The crumbled, only too drift too the ground and fall.
Forcers, the place were if a mare was in heat, such as in season and ready too carry on others called foals, they would be forced too have one but only a pure jetty. As when a darq mare entered a darq land a fight could be held of whom had wanted her. What happened too her first child? Thats if she had a first child...otherwise...that was unkown, one of her many past experiences that she would never forget yet ever so rarely talk about. The past was the past, never too be spoke u pagain or enlightened for its history. Change had come, hopefully things were more expectant in life, but for her they weren't. As she was......... Jestream... Purest Jetty... Pitch black... not a marking lay.. 'pon her pelt...
Jetstream
.Every Will Has A Way. __________________________________________________
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Post by [.x.] Freedom [.x.] on Jan 10, 2007 7:59:27 GMT -5
{say u were suppost to post as a horse when we both could rp here, but too late now.}
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Post by |:|Sammie|:| on Jan 10, 2007 17:07:23 GMT -5
OTC: More mares the better. But whatever ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Who is this mare on my lands? ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Turning my beautiful crafted dial toward the intruders presence, I looked her skillfully over. She was a normal mare. Her bay color struck out against my canvas. Did she think i would not notice her? Sticking forward my ears, I stood firmly. I hated these kinds of mares.
They thought they were so amazing and skilled. Tough luck, honey. Tossing my locks out of my glinting aqua eyes, I flared my crescents. Was she actually asking to live here? This was my land. If I attacked her now, I would not be punished.
Throwing my front mass up into the air, I struck out with my strong pistons. I was warning her not to act funny around me. The king is someone to be respected. Some would call him stuck up. Those would end a terrible death in hell. *************************************************** Phantom of the Opera. The devil cursed him that dubbence. His splashed canvas shone deeply. The demoness before him brought her his full attention. All his sense's turned on. The winds carried his whipcords off his boa revealing deep scars and painful memories.
The terrible fire that scalded his poor poor mother. He shook his head, attempting to get rid of the terrible images that poured into his mind. In an unsuccessful attempt, his thoughts drifted to his father. Continuously taking out his anger on Phantom.
Shuddering, the warden pounded the earth with his hoof. Never mind the past. Phantom used to be a cute little colt without a care in the world. This bloodied up stallion is the grown up version.
The powerful stallion was not one to be messed with. The last mare who was rude ended up at the bottom of a cliff with a rock on her head. He was not afraid to do anything, even hurt a female.
Phantom truly had no interest in a mate now, but that wouldn't stop the mare from sucking up to him. Cracking a small smile, he remembered the fillies chasing after him.
[glow=yellow,2,300]Mare. You dare come before me? State your name and business bantering on my lands.[/glow] 00C: Like the post?
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Post by ~Rush~ on Jan 10, 2007 19:17:24 GMT -5
ooc: its fine, lol I have no muse and I have no idea why Jetstream would be on his land....lol
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Post by |:|Sammie|:| on Jan 11, 2007 18:40:20 GMT -5
OOC: lol. just post whenever you can
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Post by |:|Sammie|:| on Jan 12, 2007 18:52:47 GMT -5
OOC: Rush...
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Post by ~Rush~ on Jan 12, 2007 20:57:35 GMT -5
ooc: sry my bad. oh and can she come....queen later on? mabey?
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Post by |:|Sammie|:| on Jan 12, 2007 22:51:02 GMT -5
ooc: yea, maybe
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Post by ~Rush~ on Jan 13, 2007 18:33:20 GMT -5
ooc: alright thanks, have an ideas why I should have Jetstream come into the land...? lol I dk one....hmmm lol}
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