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Post by Biscuit on Nov 29, 2008 22:14:29 GMT -5
B i s c u i t
I have been brought here by nothing The ebony demoness stood quitely at the lakes edged. The sun was nearing its end as it began to settle behind the horizan. Giving off an aray of colors, ranging from purples to deep reds. The lake laying close to her knives was reflecting the breath taking scene. Only to Biscuit, it just ment an end of another day. Another day of nothingness. The fae shook her locks as they flew around and finally settled back into place. A sigh of boredness was expelled from her nostrils as a light breeze came through the lands.
Liquids searched the lake. Trying to figure out what creatures really lie at the bottom of this acursed thing. Liquids squinted a little as a dark creature swam about. A yellow eye looked back at her. The fae lowered her skull a little, trying to get a better look at the being, but before anything actually happened it was gone. Hmm Her skull raised in search of something else to torment. It seemed to her like these lands were dying. Nothing really seemed to scurry about, not even little furry critters. Another sigh was expelled into the atmosphere out of boredom. Would nothing come and entertain her? |
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Post by ¤ a m o ŗįâ ;; on Dec 2, 2008 19:07:23 GMT -5
This is it. I will jump, just don’t pressure me..Now that I had started coming out of my shell, started to explore my surroundings, rather than just hiding away, feeling sorry for myself, I was beginning to realise that I could probably use my anger, my fury and hatred, to my own advantage. Channel it into power, rather than weakness as I had been recently. It actually felt a lot better, surprisingly, when I could control myself, and this water power of mine was proving to be quite a bit of fun. I could keep dry in the middle of a harsh storm, I could propel myself forwards at twice the legal running speed simply by drawing water from the ground. But one of my recently found specialties was creating water brine, now they were fun. But I was still having a little trouble controlling them. Practice makes perfect..
It was now that I wandered aimlessly across the gloomy, mist covered shore that rimmed the lake. Lifting my hooves high above the ground with each step as not to risk slipping on the wet, mossy rocks beneath my hooves, all it would take would be one misstep and I could end up with a broken leg. Like to see the water save you then.. I sighed, bored with my expedition already. There was nothing interesting here, just dark, murky water and tall cliff faces. Coming carefully to a halt I glanced out at the water, switching my tail with mild irritance. The little curl of ripples that disturbed the surface for only an instant caught my attention. But the slight fascination was interrupted as a sigh somewhere relatively close caught my attention. My ears flicked forward, and I squinted in a failed attempt to see through the dense fog. I was frozen in place with the sense that I was no longer alone.
I stood for a moment longer, wondering if my company had noticed me too. I had to admit, I wasn’t at all patient these days, so carefully I made my way to the water’s edge. Glancing about warily as I let my hooves slip into the grey, putrid water, cringing slightly as it lapped at my legs. It felt thicker than water should, and warmer. Odd. I shook my head, and waded as close to silently as I could through the fog at knee-depth. It was only a few yards before a small, stocky figure started to materialise further up the shore. A safe distance from the water’s grasp. Smart girl. I had stopped moving now, just standing, waiting for the smog to part just a little more. And as it did, my mouth dropped, and the anger flared inside me like I was about to combust. Ah, well what do we have here..
[/left]So hold my breath and JUMP.. ooc | Finished (: word count; 484 words.[/sub]
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Post by Biscuit on Dec 14, 2008 19:34:27 GMT -5
B i s c u i t
Finally The demonic fae stood quietly in the fog. Nothing had yet come to entertain her. Though it was sort of hard for something to keep her attention. The dark murky water rippled below. The demoness cocked her skull to the side still trying to figure out lay in the depths. A small sigh escaped her oral cavity as she shifted her weight. Liquids searched about again, but then she just stood there, still as a statue as she had done so many times before.
Her thoughts moved about her skull, trying to keep things in order. She had been messing around with her element. Well, more like practicing, only to find out that if she was able to heat the fire just right, lighting would erupt. But she hadn't mastered or quite gotten the hang of it. Her element was wild and unruly and sometimes didn't listen. The fire would go off on its own and burn things that weren't supposed to be touched. That was a downside of the element. Liquids moved about at a slow pace. Searching everything carefully. Though it was hard to see in the thick fog.
That was when Biscuit laid eyes 'pon the being. A malicious smirk came to her facials as she made an outline of the equine. One that was known well. One that was insane, weak, and unwanted. One that was so easily upset and hurt that the being couldn't control her blasted emotions. A dark chuckle was released into the muggy atmosphere. How perfect this day was starting to become! Amoria was standing before her, a weak target that couldn't keep herself together due to her bloody past. Biscuit loved how easily it was upset her and strike a nerve as it had been in the past.
The demoness stepped forewards, coming into better view for the fae. As she stepped closer to the being, Biscuit realized that Amoria seemed different. The silly little mare actually had the will to keep herself clean. Whatever it was, the ebony fae was fazed by the way she looked. Biscuit stood a few yards from Amoria. Looking right through her as though she was just air. Nothing more. Drawn to this place are you? I would think you were more drawn to the more vibrant green meadows and pulsing blue skies lyrics mocked the fae before her as a malicious smirk was plastered to her facials.
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Post by ¤ a m o ŗįâ ;; on Dec 16, 2008 2:39:35 GMT -5
A river flows in you..I was thinking rather clearly for once, it was almost frightening, how close everything felt. i could even feel the soft mist slowly dampening my coat. I was wary about being so aware, it made me vulnerable, weak. You can be strong. We can be strong. I nodded once, to myself more than my company, a deep scowl hardening my features. It was a while before i realised that my mouth had dropped open slightly, i snapped it shut, my teeth clicking on the impact. I had been sure i would be alone here, of all places. The company ad caught me unawares. But just because i wasn't expecting, didn't mean i wasn't prepared. I felt stronger, better rested these days. Although the deep scars on my legs were still scabbed over with dried blood from one of my more recent expotitions. You must be more careful..
My attention drifted back to my company. What was her name? Biscuit. i spat the word, venom in my voice. My eyes dragged across her frame in a way that wasn't meant to be flattering. Oh how things had never changed. How grudges were held, and the hate i felt for this wench was still so very strong. A low growl rumbled in my chest, my face disgusted. Of all the equines i could have run into on my afternoon stroll. We had some history, biscuit and I. She had been one of them. One of them monsters. I drew myself up, and the water stirred around my feet, swirling closer unnaturally, i wasn't taking any chances. Not this time. Wait, let us see what the lady has to say..
I was fed up with waiting, and i took several furious steps through the murky water in her direction. Stop. She was taller than i remembered, and well built, i had to admit. I took another step. Wait. Be damned if i was the one to walk away wounded this time. Over my dead body. Control yourself. I was on the rocks now, they clattered under my hooves like castanets. The water was lapping furiously at the shore, ready to follow me up the bank. But i was determined to keep focus, not to break step. I was fairly close now, barely two body lengths. When i stamped my feet to a halt, scattering the rocks in all directions. My eyes felt like acid, and i was sure that if it were anyone but this wench i found myself confronted by, the glare would burn. Oh yes, i adore meadows. I simply decided to come for an afternoon stroll along the beach. My voice was heavy with sarcasm, there was no respect here. Nor should there be. My blood was pulsing thick with adrenaline and anticipation. This time, i would not lose..
[/blockquote][/right][/left] Atlast, i can leave us behind..[/i]
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Post by Biscuit on Dec 20, 2008 18:03:31 GMT -5
B i s c u i t
The past still haunts you
Deep brown liquids watched the femme step closer the come to a halt. A malicious smirk still remained on her kissers as Amoria had spat out her name. The demoness fed off her sarcasm and hate, like it was a delictible dish. Biscuit remained still. It seemed like a small flame danced in her liquids. Gaze flickered towards the water that seemed to yearn to be near her. Odd, nothing really seemed to want to be near this pathetic sack of flesh. Then again time had marched on and had apparently changed things for Amoria. She seemed to actually be thinking like a normal equine for once. Amoria, love lryics mocked the fae all to easy. The smirk still danced on her kissers as she watched the anger build up in Amoria.
Once again Biscuit was feeding off Amoria's hatred. It only made it to easy for her have the upper hand. Their past of encounters seemed to bubble up in Amoria. It showed a little. In her voice and the way she carried herself. The way that Amoria was acting sort of gave it away also. It was too bad that she had to dwell on the past. As Biscuit recalled, the only reason that Amoria held this hatred was because of the group she had been apart of. One of the darks, the tendrons that had ruined her already pathetic little life. Then again the demoness did have a small part in it. Just egged her on a little and drove her deeper into insanity. Oh what a great feeling that was. The malicious smirk seemed to turn to more of a demonic one.
Amoria's words rang in her auds. The sarcasm was all too evident. A stroll by the beach What beach? This place was all rocks and some murky, nasty water and God only knew what lived down there. Liquids rolled in their sockets and a small chuckle was given out. Beautiful scenery isn't it? Are you still sinking down into the depths of the unknown, or have you managed to crawl your way back up to the surface and forget about your beloved Kriegar...or whatever the hell his name was. Lyrics were mocking at first then they soon changed to hatred dripping with vemom and sarcasm. Two could easily play this little game of her's. It wasn't to difficult. If it was a battle Amoria wanted, then it would be a battle Amoria would get. But it wouldn't be an easy one for either of them. |
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