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Post by .//poe! on Jul 14, 2008 1:55:56 GMT -5
A light breeze began to blow across the dimming terrain. Dark clouds enshrouded the sun's glory with a foggy mask, signaling for what was to come. Nitarou was particularly eager for the hellstorm to break loose; the sun's scortching touch turned lush grass into dust, and the loam upon which he stood had taken the worse of it. It cried to have its thirst quenched. For now, this barren place could support a small herd and given time it could withold an empire. Any old brute could mount a mare, but it would take a leader to build the foundation for a strong herd. Nitarou's pillars carried him forth across unfamiliar lands. Rain coursed down his physique, cleansing his pelt of dirt and debris. Occasionally his motion would cease, auds flickering and cerulean orbs glancing about the area. He took in every twig and rock, then continued to tread along the terrain.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The cool air was a brief relief from the exhausting Summer heat, but no creature stayed around to embrace it. The gentle breeze swiftly became a harsh gust, and thunder rolled across the sky. Branches shook with fright while the rush of wind stowed away with their leaves. Then, the czar had come to the end of the world. It might as well have been. Talons skid him to a halt atop the ridge, throwing mud this way and that. Painted vagabond swayed lifelessly in the light gusts that blew from the now vicious, obsidian shores. Waves crashed at the bottom of his earthy tower, a cliff outlooking the enraged water. It was an empowering quality, to overlook such a massive beast as the sea as if you were a king.
mayiCLAIM?
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Post by Regret on Jul 14, 2008 11:43:30 GMT -5
Always watching, always waiting for the call. Even the darks needed her sometimes, lights always called for her, and neutrals did thier own thing but they all needed her for something or another. By no it was normal for her to pop up unexpected. It was her thing.
Ebon bodice came from the shadows as the rains fell from above. One of the many summer thunder storms that came and went here. She made her way towads the brute, not a sound came from her yet. She looked him over, took in what he was all about. There was a good chance the he wouldn't regret anything, most dark brute didn't. But still she had to ask her normal questions. It was what she did, and it would always be like that untill all the lands were full. Kissers parted and her lyrics came forth, her voice booming like a god over the sounds of thunder and rain.
I am Queen Regret, what might you be called. Oh and one other thing before I can give these lands to you, tell me do you regret?
She was short and to the point. She didnt like to waste her time talking when the was business to be conduted. She had lands to give out. If he wished to be king he better show her why he deserved it. She hadn't said no to anyone yet, and she didn't want to start. She expected a respectful answer from him. Anything else and she would show her darker side. But so far she was just standing there looking him head on, her auds in his direction and her orbs taking in all hat he was.
Always here, always watching. Your never alone as long as she is queen. But how does that make you feel? Do you like knowing that your every move is watched and recorded in her mind forever? Do you like that your never really alone, that she hears ever word that comes from you? Tell me how does this make you feel? No wait, don't say it I already know.
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Post by .//poe! on Jul 15, 2008 11:38:49 GMT -5
The dancing flitter of leaves became delicate petals of the cherry blossom tree, and in the same instant the sky was cleared and the grass was lush with foliage. He wasn't lost in a dream, just remembering his old times with much lore of each detail. His thoughts took him back to no particular point in time, simply remembering what was and thinking of what this here could be. A wicked smirk slithered upon his facade. It hadn't even occured to him that he'd not attempted to court a mare in nearly three weeks. He ensued a playful persona when greeted by a ready fae, and took part in as much foreplay as he could before setting his seed. There was no telling how many sons and daughters he had bore in his nine year of wandering, but by coming here he had hoped to settle down and actually raise one by his morale and standards. Nitarou beleived his only fault was that he could not take a female, atleast one caste beneath him, the least bit seriously. He would have to suck up much pride to take upon him a lover. Just the thought of 'love' made him snicker.
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So lost in thought, Nitarou had failed to notice the company that was pursueing him. The storm continued to roar overhead. By the time his orbs had focused upon her sleek frame, she began to speak. She almost didn't need to introduce herself. In her eyes, in her stance, and even in her voice was the persona of a Queen. A dark czar usually wouldn't give a mare, not of his, the right to an opinion, but for this particular fae he would not even dare to interrupt. Hierarchy. It controlled everything, and even the most rebellious fool knew it was a way of life with terms that must be obeyed. "I am Queen Regret, what might you be called. Oh and one other thing before I can give these lands to you, tell me do you regret?" He stayed silent for a few moments after the honorable Queen had spoken and then turned to face her. It was a slight damage to his pride, to be talked to in such a manner by a female none the less. However, seeing as it was his back to the ridge and she had every right to talk to him in such a way, there was no sense in stirring up a mindless arguement. "I am called Nitarou, my dear Queen." He spoke loudly, but his voice was gruff. "And with respect, I must ask; what is the importance of my regrets?" Her request was not retorical, but when greeted with such a myserious question by an equally mysterious mare as she, curiousity is uncontainable. He shifted his weight on the earth. Weak as sand, his talons submerged in the muddy terrain. Hopefully, she would not take any offense by his words, after all; it was the Queen that determined who would be lord of this land.
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