*�*Speaking of The Devil�*� -- Castlecrest Valley

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Date Posted: 14:04:56 12/22/02 Sun
Author: Satan
Author Host/IP: 67.226.227.233
Subject: *�*Speaking of The Devil�*�
In reply to: [�] [ace] [of] [spades] [�] 's message, "[�] [this is one game you can't win] [�]" on 18:14:02 12/17/02 Tue

.�.Some say that when you die you're dead. But for him, death was only the beggining. Now he's lost....�.

Hellion brute's once dull golden and oynx rimmed optics now a glow of crimpson rage. Bloodshot orbs screamed of the anger that boiled in taut ebon' veins. Frame arose pon' masculine muscled haunches. Tea-cupped cranium tossed within air, snorts of rage flowed from nares. Silken mane sparked wildly of tiny scarlet embers. Obviously of Hell royalty, his vocals screamed of short witted temper, an ear peircing whistle flowed from equine lips symbolyzing the perfect terrian was to become of a battlefeild of the two. If the stranger wouldn't exit nor remove himself.Golden sided by ebonite and both lines bordered by bronze t'was Lining of shadowed form caught all glimpse of light that made it's way through the darkened hovering clouds of sin.
Clealy bloodshed was of no stranger to brujo, wickid laugh came from between ivorys of steed.Daggers swiftly crashed through the atmosphere about himself, as figure slammed into the cold earth beneth the ebonys. Steam poured from beneth the hooves and imprints were left deep, aaass it seemed death and sin would remain in all he touched. Heavy, bold frame appeared from the darkened forests of the borders of the terrian. The being thundered outward pon' lenthy limbs yet muscled with p'wer and courage. His form burned with the anger in which the foolish entering steed caused. Death was on his mind for cruelty had swept it's way through him all to many times and this steed was to be victim of it all unless the stranger's cowardness took it's term within him. Yet running from Satan was all to foolish as had been challenging him.

(OOC: Hi, I probaly won't be active for a while but I will reply to all messages but please allow the time period of 2-4 days, because my Aol account has presently been cancled but I will be getting it back very soon, so be patient. Thanx)

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[> [> [�] [this is one game you can't win] [�] -- [�] [ace] [of] [spades] [�], 22:03:20 12/25/02 Wed (144.139.135.64)

[�] [behemoth stood, occuli watching beat. crania tilted, auditives flicked back. fight? why bother. he rather save his energy for a real beast to fight, one not of thy same realm as he. labrums drawn back in a sneer, brainlate tossed swarthy locks from visage, banner flicked bloodsucker away from frame. appendai move slowly carry, beast away from challenger sideays, dial held ready, optics watching other. should attack come, he would be ready. time had taught him to be always ready] [�]

cool ;) i'm a patient person except for ppl who don't read rules!!!

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[> [> [> �Speaking of the Devil� -- Satan, 11:47:23 01/07/03 Tue (65.148.2.166)

.�. Some say when you die you're dead, But for him Death was only the begginging. Now he's lost....�.

Hellions auds laced to cranium showed of his uncertianty of this stranger. Limbs planted firmly holding his possestion foolishness of his Heritage had been at each's throaghts enough to drive one mad it seemed. All of the royal's quarlings had seemed to gone to his head, it seemed any of the slightest could set off his anger. Boiling oynx-gold rimmed optics continued watching it seemed both were waiting for the next to move. A sharp whistle echoed through the perfect land as a slow steady approach was made t'wards the other. He halted the movement closer to the steed but yet still far away, his vocals let forth the deep hissing voice as his long awaited words came, "Does thee not see this land has been taken? I wish of no battle unless absolute certainty of the matter comes. My wishes are only that you leave this terrian as my own as it was before. You shall not have to exit your being I only want of my terrian."

OOC: sorry it took me so long to reply but I forgot to add that I was going to my dad's for a week right after that so I didn't get a chance to reply, I can probaly do what I said before now, I should be able to reply 2-4 days after each of the previous replys.

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