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Post by Nightmare on Dec 3, 2006 1:20:44 GMT -5
(=o)
She took deep breaths, trying to calm herself. So many emotions were racing through her. Rage, depression, and pain. A single tear rolled down her cheek, but she did not let the bastard see. As he took a step forward, she did not move, just swayed a bit like a drunk. Hearing his words, she sighed deeply. "Bl..ack..magic" She replied in a whisper, quivering slightly.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 9, 2006 18:55:54 GMT -5
+Can't you here the ringing cause for you the bell tolls+
I laughed as she spoke, liking the name much. It seemed to fit, and it sounded like a proper name for a lead mare in the tainted lands.
So, then, Blackmagic, where shall we call our home? Perhaps you'd like to join me as I search for a place to stay?
I asked, not really caring about her opinion on the matter. She was my property, and would do as I wished. It would always be that way I swore to myself. No mistakes, no screwing up.
I remembered quite suddenly that I was injured, and it was then that the throbbing pain in my shoulder returned. With a growl I cast my pools at the wound, flexing it carefully. I would need to rest it, so it appeared our first stop would be in a free land. I was in no condition to fight for any land, or even ask. The stallion would probably be more likely to rip my throat out for such a show of weakness then grant me land.
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Post by Nightmare on Dec 11, 2006 18:25:04 GMT -5
She cringed slightly as the bastard laughed at her. No answer came from her. She did not want to answer him. Even if she did say something, he wouldn't give a d**n. She took a step forward in determination to find her strength again. Her hind end hurt so bad. And it was all his fault, no hers for even living in the first place. She groaned slightly, taking another step forward. Her back limbs wobbled slightly under her.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 12, 2006 21:11:10 GMT -5
+Can't you here the ringing cause for you the bell tolls+
If you think you'll get sympathies from me, think again, sleeper. Get moving, now!
Obsidian screamed, audits sliding back with the threat. His orb turned cold, gazing on his prize with dissatisfaction. If she didn't pull herself together, he might have to leave her to the elements. The snow fall was quickening, and since the fae seemed to be injured in some way, he doubted she would survive without his protection.
Ha, his protection. What an odd phrase for him to ponder.
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Post by Nightmare on Dec 12, 2006 21:42:01 GMT -5
What the hell did he mean by get moving? To where? Man, was he really getting on her nerves. She craned her boa to look upon him, glaring sharply. How dare he. Then looking forward again, she began walking off painfully away from him. Each step she took was pure agony, but she would have to live through it. She wanted to live now, actually. And no matter how much he hurt her, she would live. It was hard to kill a soul that wished to stay on this earth.
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Post by O.b.s.i.d.i.a.n on Dec 18, 2006 21:57:02 GMT -5
ooc:((excuse my missing muse))
Faster!
The brute cried, moving off ahead, legs dancing in the waters. He had somewhere to go, and she wasn't going to slow him down.
We're going to one of the cities!
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Post by Nightmare on Dec 19, 2006 0:41:43 GMT -5
Faster? He told her to go faster. If she went any faster, she would just fall and probably become more injured. Her pace wasn't changed, just kept it steady and easy for her hind limbs.
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