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Post by eclipsemidir on Feb 4, 2009 9:15:32 GMT -5
RAGE
I stood at the borders of my lands. I was waiting for my queen to arrive. It wasn’t like her to be late. I didn’t trust these lands yet and didn’t know if anyone would attack her.
“Darling, where are you.” I called out to the lands waiting for my beautiful mare to appear. It was a rather foggy morning and my brain was swimming with worry.
“If anyone so much as touches her I will rip them apart.” I muttered to myself, squinting through the fog.
It wasn’t like me to worry but this was my mare. I stomped my foot. I did that a lot when I was impatient. I licked my lips. Damn fog, clear up already!
Character: Rage
Words: 120
Status: Complete
Comments: Rage you’re a worried son of a bitch.
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Post by rayvencullen. on Feb 4, 2009 16:16:04 GMT -5
ASTHELA If I gave you the truth, would it keep you alive?``
Slender legs carried the black beast through the lands at a brisk trot, head held low and audits tipped backwards into her tressels. She couldn't have been caught at a worst time, right as she was being attacked by a hungry cougar just trying to find food for her cubs. The tan body spun around on it's back paws, swatting at her face with a powerful swipe of the paw in which caused her head to snap sideways and she swore she felt the rubies oozing from three massive cuts running through her eye; thank god she didn't go blind! A string of tressels hung limp over her eye and while her nasals flared a tad angrily, her muscles twitching underneath the silken pelt only then did she launch herself forward and clamped her fangs on the scruff of the big cat, eliciting a loud snarl from the animal. From the shadows the glints of three cub eyes caught her attention before she swung her head sideways, flinging the mother with her movements and watching as the tan bod landed with a thud but made no attempt to move.
"Look, cougar! I am not your food," she panted, and was satisfied as the female turned her head towards her with interested ears. "I can help you find food though, you are NOT allowed to attack the horses," she snarled, dipping her head and nudging the bloody body up and towards her cubs before the call came to her again, she'd have to go. As she moved away from them with a nod, she turned herself around and raced off towards the king's call not once did she make a sound of pain or answering; not even the sound of her own hoofbeats. Clearing the creek in a single bound she scrambled up the incline with a stumble before she rose her head and sniffed out his scent, turning towards the south and picking up her pace again with a sigh. Finally the silhouetted figure against the horizon she slid to a stop, she was not going to go to him and bring out more blood from the strains she was given on her face and haunches. Only then did she sigh again and dipped her head to graze contently.
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Post by eclipsemidir on Feb 4, 2009 17:16:17 GMT -5
RAGE
I could sense my queen before I could see the outline of her. She had this smell to her that made her irresistible to me. She always made me feel good and I loved her. I saw her silhouette down the hill. I galloped down to greet her. My eyes popped as I saw that she was bleeding.
“Asthela, what happened? Did somebody hurt you?”
My words came out fast. My temper rose and I began to stamp my feet. I would kill whoever hurt her. I was one pissed off stallion and nobody wanted to fuck with me right now.
Character: Rage
Words: 101
Status: complete
Comments: Bored and no muse.
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