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Post by ashlea on Jul 27, 2006 15:04:54 GMT -5
The stallion of shadowed moonlight was but a phantom as he flittted through the ancient and twisted oaks, his presence striking fear into the very hearts of those who bore witness. The sun was an eerie crimson, and it bathed the land in blood, is if it seeped in a torrent from unseen wounds. However Storm would not be deterred for he was of the Moon and thus cold of heart and indifferent to fear. With a chilling call, Storm pulled up on his haunches, barren land flying from beneath his hooves and his blood singing with the thrill of the gallop. Rearing up, his silouette was outlined for all to see, all to revere or all to fear. Raking the air with his forelegs, Storm did a graceful levade and dropped back to the earth, sending out his call for any who dare to listen, "I be Storm...true heir of the Moon! I seek claimence of this terra of Death!"
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Post by *~Arya~* on Jul 27, 2006 15:09:20 GMT -5
Unseen by the massive brute of Moon descent, a small Moon wench stood in the shadows of the night. When 'e declared 'imself ruler of the land, 'he burst out laughing. Unable to control 'erself, 'he walked out of the shadows. 'Lo, M'Lord. 'he said mockingly, and did a deep sarcastic bow. Or, that's what I would do if thy was leader. What does thee want? 'he asked roughly.
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Post by ashlea on Jul 27, 2006 15:16:51 GMT -5
(Is this the Goddess or just a normal mare?)
Storm turned swiftly at the approach of this small fae and he arched his neck and studied her through opaque orbs that held no emotion. "Thou is bold to address me such as thou has dared," he remarked with a slightly sensual voice, aware that if he was to ruled and breed up heirs he would need many strong and bonny faes. "I would have thee as Queen," Storm whispered for he saw in this fae that the Darkness matched his own and her spirit was aflame with the youth and beauty bestowed upon her by the Goddess of the Moon. "Queen to rule beside me and extract the loyalty of faes and adoration of warriors."
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Post by *~Arya~* on Jul 27, 2006 15:22:22 GMT -5
(Normal)
Hera snorted. Ye flatter me. However, I do believe that ye doesn't have a mate, else ye would not ask otherwise. Very well, we shall rule together. 'He said it softer than 'he would have usually. This stag had enflamed 'er inside, making 'er want to be 'is mate. 'He shook 'er tiara.
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Post by ashlea on Jul 27, 2006 15:26:42 GMT -5
Storm stood close to her, the closest show of affection that he would allow himself...knowing of the foolish Sun alliance and their desire to treat faes with tender nuzzles and gentle nips. Snorting at their foolishness, Storm turned back to his newly chosen Queen and studied her intently through those disconcerting orbs. "What shalt we do now, My Queen?" he asked for indeed the day was young and there was much that could be done.
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Post by *~Arya~* on Jul 27, 2006 15:30:11 GMT -5
Hera also took a step forward. Only what you wish, Sire. 'he teased 'im. With a flick of 'er whipcord, 'he trotted to a nearby stream, tainted red from the light of the sun. 'He looked over nonchalantly and asked 'im Coming?
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