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Post by briseis on Mar 25, 2006 0:31:34 GMT -5
Limbs carried her forward into the lands which she had been away from for so long. Tresses hung freely from her nape as she came about at an extended two-beat. Nares flarred as she took in the scent of the familiar and the new. Amber occuli were wide as she took in the aged scenery. She slowed as a she came to a clearing in the lands where she could take a time to rest. A high pitched scream was released from her maws before she allowed herself to completely relax in the calming area. The lingering thoughts remained in her mind as they did when she had traveled. Zanzibar of course stayed in her mind. It made her pelt twitch to think of how he must have even moved on... Gah! I have lost all of my RP skills...
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Post by Allanon on Mar 25, 2006 1:06:10 GMT -5
Mug plowed through a thin blanket of snow to expose the scant grasses beneath. Harks twitched two and fro as a stranger's cry shattered the peace of the day. Ebony diadem shot into the air, dreads brushing against her crest at the sudden movement. For the briefest instant alabaster rimmed dark orbs as they rolled in surprise. Regaining lost composure, femme snorted in disgust of her own actions. Letting loose a piercing whinny, femme set off at a compsed lope towards the source of the cry.
When the owner of the voice was at last found, the obsidian fae calm to a graceful stop several paces away. She struck the earth with a foreflint, the impact sending flurries of powdery snow swirling through the air. Who might this brazzen flicka be, waltzing into a realm without so much as an invitation. Not proper at all. We be Stumbling to Bethlehem, Bethlehem for convenience and Beth in haste. What shall we all thee, besides trespasser or intruder?
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Post by briseis on Mar 25, 2006 1:18:48 GMT -5
Faintly greyed harks laced to the femmora's skull at the boldness of this ebony vixen. Amber voids rolled slightly as her pillars straightened even more so, her pools narrowing as she began her speech. I vix, I may be trespassing in your mind but truth be told, I was the first equine to place my daintily put hoof in this terra. After Lord Zanzibar that is. Spoke the bold words of the iced minx, her crania raising even more so. Banner snapped with irritation at her dappled flanks. She expected a bit of forgetfulness when she returned, but not such a bitter welcoming commitee. You may know me as Briseis, and nothing else, Bethlehem. As for being proper goes, you should hold that tongue of yours until learning the cursing of an equine. Came again the voice of the dappled alabaster bruja, her audits unlacing only slightly.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 27, 2006 18:11:54 GMT -5
Harks that had been held at rapt attention melted into her skull that wax in an open flame. Velvets crinkled in distaste at the wench's words. Ivories ground together as Bethlehem struggled to rein in her temper.
Forgive us if we came after thou hast forsaken thy herd and never had the opportunity to know thee, but can one blame us when not even M'Lord Zanzibar finds thee worthy of even the briefest mention? Thou hast abandoned thy court and been branded a traitor and deserter. Don't preach to us when thou be naught but scum, hardly worthy to tread upon the same sod as us. What causes thee to drag thy carcass back to this realm, harlot?
Bethlehem's temper got the best of her. Vainity and arrogance prevented her from apologizing even though she knew Breisis was right about how she had chosen to address her. Her hide itched for a chance to put this flicka in her place and show her that there was a new pecking order.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Mar 27, 2006 23:54:49 GMT -5
As it seemed, he was always there when trouble started to peak. Harks flickered towards the mumbling of a rising arguement. The familiar sound of Bethlehem reached him, He swung his crania in dissapointment. Pillars moved forwared, leading him to the quarrel. Once the two were in view, the primero mare formed. Brisies had returned from her hiding spot and he was happy to see her. Once in ear shot, he uttered, "Problem Ladies?"
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Post by briseis on Mar 28, 2006 0:09:01 GMT -5
Vix's harks unlaced completely at the sound of the brujo. It'd been... A long time. Her amber occuli brightened slightly as he spoke out his masculine tune. Greyed banner returned to it's relaxed position, ceizing it's snapping motions. Tiara was bowed to the tawny stud as she spoke her soft tune. No problem my good sir. She began before lifting her delicate facade. Only your lady Bethlehem assuring your land stays free of any invadors. Although I tried to explain that I used to reside in this harem. She continued, the femme's tone's quieted only when she spoke to the Lord Zanzibar.
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Post by Allanon on Mar 28, 2006 0:25:40 GMT -5
Jet pelt twitched and rippled when Zanzibar aproached, as though attempting to shake off an aggravating parasite. How dare he meddle where he is not welcome! Now we will simply have to bide our time and wait for the opportune moment to present itself before we can stain this monochrome jezebel claret, she thought to herself. Whipcords flailed in irritation, snapping against her flank like a bullwhip. Pate bobbed in a curt nod of acknowledgement to her lord. A wave of nausea crashed over her as she caught the looks traded by the two broom-tails.
Aye, M'Lord, all is well. Thou did not have to tear thyself away from the affairs of the realm to referee us. We had it quite under control, so thy services were and aren't needed.
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Post by briseis on Mar 31, 2006 22:41:01 GMT -5
Mind noted the irritation that crossed the ebony fae as the brujo came about. Brow was raised in slight question as her answer came out completely opposite of her body language. Aye Bethlehem but I must bid you a good-bye for I seek a bit of small talk with your Lord. Replied the dappled minx, a crease of amusement crossing her greyed mug before she took a step forward, amber voids looking towards the hessian May I have a word Zanzibar? She inquired, her tiarra lowering slightly as her vibrant voids peered up at him with a slight hint of mischief. It's been so long... We've so much to discuss, she thought in that open mind of hers.
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Post by Allanon on Apr 1, 2006 1:27:35 GMT -5
Fatale poitedly ignored the tawny steed, instead dipping her crania at the metallic fae. She sauntered past, flicking her penant at the other's mug in passing.
'Til we meet again, Briesis. Trust me, we shall meet again. We have yet to be through with thee.
She continued walking, a cold smirk twisting her pretty features into an mask. Let the two lovebirds talk for now. She was willing to bide her time and wait for the opportune moment, one when Zanzibar wouldn't be able to come to Briesis's aid.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 3, 2006 21:21:56 GMT -5
Facade arched towards his chest while the two bickered. Harks pinned and he grunted lightly in warning. When Briseis spoke, he relifted his crown. Taking in the harsh tones of Beth, he snorted. Once the dark mare slithered by, he bit her hind. snorting in punishment. Whispering lightly, he told Beth,
Watch it Beth! And yes Briseis, we can talk. Stalks walked forward past Briesis to move more away from Beth even though she was going.
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Post by briseis on Apr 3, 2006 21:30:34 GMT -5
Femme fetale turned slowly upon her dappled haunches, following behind the tawny stud. Her mind pondered what exactly she should say to him, amber orbs looking towards the lythosphere with apprehention. She certainly is a bit ornery. Spoke the calm and blissful words of the dappled minx. Amber voids finally reached him after her words were spoken. It has been a long time Zanzibar. I must apologize for my absence. She spoke. Her tones taking a slightly sorrowful tune as they came out of her dark mug.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 10, 2006 18:05:01 GMT -5
*ah! you changed your pic again!*
The lord stopped, looking over Briseis to see what she had been into.
Yes, she can be a bit stubborn. I have missed your cocky ways about here Briseis. Where have you been? Harks flicked towards her, orbs filled with curiousity and concern. Her voice was slightly nervous it seeemed to him. Crania tipped and then flipped upwards, blowing his forelock out of the way.
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Post by briseis on Apr 10, 2006 22:35:21 GMT -5
Harks fell back to a slightly worried position at his inquirey. Vix let a sigh escape her lungs before she took a step forward to him. I could not bare to stick around while my heart yearned to have you touch me... She confessed, her audits unlacing completely. Amber opticles kept there site away from him until the last words of her confession were spoken. Can you understand that m'lord? She inquired, her facade revieling the vulnerability she felt at that very moment.
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Post by Zanzibar||~||Kaliska on Apr 10, 2006 22:41:18 GMT -5
Orbs flew to her. Harks peked up and rested light;y forward. Crania arched and hestepped forward towards her. Mug extended, touching her neck.
Of course I understand that. I know it can be hard. Velveteen muzzle moved closer in as he moved closer to her. Pillars planted next to her. What can I do to sooth you and make you feel more comfotable? Mug pulled back to look at her, face to face.
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Post by briseis on Apr 12, 2006 0:20:06 GMT -5
Nares flarred slightly as the stag's slightest touch sent chills down the spine of the dappled minx. Amber opticles melted to the brujo's words. Oh so many things m'lord... Those were the words that wanted to come out so desperatly, but her lady-like statue would not allow the dirty words to go any farther than her thoughts. Perhaps that question will be answered.. She paused long enough to run her dark mug down his flank. ..in good time m'lord. She finished, her words coming out so sultry and seductive.
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