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Subject: Crazed Author: Malo [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 23:50:00 01/21/02 Mon Author Host/IP: 152.163.206.208 In reply to: Des 's message, "::Winds of Rapscallion::" on 09:59:03 01/20/02 Sun Pale one stops, alert. A perfect situation had been given to him. Auditives were directed to the cave 'pon the mountain, the stallion of this terra was 'busy' and would not be interrupted. The rain was drumming, his silence could not be heard over it. He slipped back into the fog, away from the view of Liberty. Raven orbs seeked the cuvres of Des. The scent teased him, ashen nostrils flaring in exitement. The evil one approached, facing her under the tree in which she seeked refuge. She had hidden herself, not from him but from Liberty. They were all fools. Malo narrowed his eyes, looking the mare over. "Do not run, Fair Lady." He stepped closer to her, "Your neck shall meet the greeting of my teeth if you make a sound, your weak stallion will not rescue you, yet you may hope for it. He is busy and does not care for you, foolish one. You shall not move, and do not run. Do not scream." Instinct would take silence in fear, he had slipped in before the scream with his warning of words. And he meant them. The rain dampens his iv'ry pelt, black blood oozing from scrapes 'pon his knees. He had been traveling for her. Another snort, already he felt victory was his. Perhaps in time he would come back for his foal, if it still lived. Either way it mattered not, foals were not why he was doing this. [[OOC: aww.. c'mon lol. you have to admit if she doesn't scream Liberty has no way of knowing, and it will be interesting for you guys to deal with an evil foal if he succeeds. lol.. sorry i just thought it would jazz things up and it was a perfect situation, you have to admit. I don't think Liberty is weak, Malo just said that because that's what he would think. LOL I hope I didn't power play too much. Oh well if you want to stop me *sigh* I s'pose you can .. lol *begs* it will be soo fun the first rape in Creoto.]] [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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[> [> Subject: -> Author: Liberty [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:27:46 01/22/02 Tue Author Host/IP: 205.188.199.156 (well she isn't exactly his mare yet, no flirting has gone on yet but I hope that she will become one of his mares!) Liberty still foucusing on breeding to Radient Wonder had no clue the stallion was there, he must concentrat on nothing but the mating, and the smell of Radient Wonder beging in heat drowned out the evil stallions smell, the stallion is so far unoticed. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> Subject: -> DES READ!!!!! Author: Liberty [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:59:16 01/22/02 Tue Author Host/IP: 64.12.103.24 Hey Des read the last reply I made on the message below this one!!!! [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> Subject: ::Winds of Rapscallion:: Author: Des [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 16:37:57 01/25/02 Fri Author Host/IP: 4.47.199.3 Femme snorts attempting to run but his words overpower her. Femme stands still tail flat against rump, teasing scent floating throughout water-filled mist. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> Subject: crazed II Author: Malo [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:26:53 01/25/02 Fri Author Host/IP: 64.12.103.166 Malo hears Liberty's scream, muscles taunt, ghostly pelt trembling. Time was running out. The mustang shoves whiskered muzzle to the mare's neck, parting ivory teeth to scrape 'pon her back in warning. He walks 'round her, prancing in exitement and nervousness. Would he be caught? Now at her tail, the stallion nips harshly. "Lift your tail, mare!" [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: -> Author: [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 20:28:57 01/25/02 Fri Author Host/IP: 209.240.222.130 Liberty rages as he gallops towards Des. He sees the ma, and with his mouth wide open he plunges at Malo. His white teeth seem to catch the only light there is during the storm as they shines he bites frequintly at the crazed stallion, he completly ignores the fact of the blood running down his teeth as he tosses his head riping at the stallions coat, he crushes his two jaws together all down the stallions neck, his ribs, and flanks. He rears lashing out at him with his diamond hard hooves strking the stallions face, He slices his cream colored hoove onto the top of his head as he feircly bites him on his throat holding him in the air with the magnificant Stallion. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ::Winds Of Rapscallion:: Author: Des [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 05:50:53 01/26/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 4.47.198.242 Femme stands completetly still, afraid of what might happen to her if she ran, tail now lifted, though still trembling. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ¬* Interference (I know, I'm nosy, but oh well) Author: Aerlaan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:06:00 01/26/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 152.163.201.49 Out of nowhere, it seems, she comes racing up. "Run! NOW!" she shouts to Des, and races up behind her, giving her a sharp rap on her rump with her horn to get her moving, ears flattened threateningly towards Malo. She doesn't really want to have to use any combative magic, but she WILL start a grass fire behind the mare to get her moving if she has to. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: anger Author: Malo [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:09:06 01/26/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 64.12.103.151 Raven orbs smirk a taunting victory as Malo fights with Liberty, backing a slow step at every thrashing attack. Black blood intwines with the ghostly paleness, his own teeth too bringing blood off Liberty. The taste of red blood drives him, no control in the savage beast as he lunges, 'gain and again. As the fight continues, evil one seemingly oblivious to pain as he is crazed into further ruthlessness, he leads Liberty away from Winds Of Rapscallion. The fight rages on for minutes, each attack bringing more ebon blood 'pon Malo's pale hide. Twisting from the stallion now, darkened bloody legs churning, bringing him closer to Des and farther from Liberty. Haunting figure adds darkness to the storm, ears uprick'd in all his anger. Frantic breaths of hot rage are thrown to the mare's neck, ivories tearing the flesh of her as if she were Liberty. Evil spanish one turns, her blood 'pon his lips, attempting to drive her away from Mount Enchantment, into Ceneri di Nerezza. The pain of liberty's attack was throbbing through his neck and back, unbearable and closing in 'pon his breath. Death was not fresh in his mind, 'twas something else. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ¬* Refuses Author: Aerlaan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:15:07 01/26/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 152.163.201.49 She shies away from Nerezza. "No way! Not yet! Not without the fighting unicorns!" Quickly she wheels, alicorn gleaming menacingly, aimed to kill, if need be. She feitns, then charges, horn aimed towards his chest, yet ready to dodge any attacks or attempts at herding her towards the nasty tt. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ¬*OOC: Oops! Author: Mun of Aerlaan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 14:25:44 01/26/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 152.163.201.49 OOC: I thought he said DES was not fresh on his mind. eek! :) [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ::Winds of Rapscallion:: Author: Des [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 17:53:36 01/26/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 4.47.198.237 Femme snorts though heads towads Cerezza, orbs filled with fright and confusion. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: -> Author: Liberty [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 18:51:09 01/26/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 209.240.222.130 The pain of Malos attaks hardly bother him as he crashes his heavy magnificent body against Malo.He coutinues slashing at him, he grabs his throat like a metal trap, and bite hard holding it there making it almost impossible for Malo to breath. He shoves Malo agianst a large oak tree, and pins him. He throughs out his creamy hooves ontop of Malos head, his diamond hard hooves slice a the strangers pelt, slicing one hoof after the other ontop of the stallion. His weight is pushed upon the other stallion harder. He feels te dark evil blood flow onto his teeth once again. He coutinues holding Malo. The white stallions pelt now in certain spots is drenched with black blood. His eyes roll as he countinues holding the stranger. The rain washes into Liberty wounds and the pain is hardly noticable to Liberty for all he is concentrating on is the fight. His ears are pinned flat agianst his head as the fight goes on and the storm rages on . [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ::Winds of Rapscallion:: Author: Des [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 19:54:50 01/26/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 4.47.199.38 Obeying the stallions words she exits the TT and into Nerezza. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: ¬* Curses Author: Aerlaan [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 07:36:50 01/27/02 Sun Author Host/IP: 152.163.207.48 With a curse the filly follows, not at all happy at being led back towards that place. [ Post a Reply to This Message ]

[> [> [> [> [> [> [> Subject: The message that has no author above this one with ble text is authored by Liberty!!! Author: Liberty [ Edit | View ] Date Posted: 11:17:33 01/26/02 Sat Author Host/IP: 209.240.222.130 kk? [ Post a Reply to This Message ]