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 Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 7:09 pm
Great tides of anger surged within the dark song, retreated, surged forward again.. Ever strengthening, until the waves of hatred and energy were beating against the Black King's very heart -and yes indeed, he had one- and urging him. Driving him to greater rage, to shorter temper than he was prone too...
So much so that he was a danger to his females... And since he was somewhat careful with the toys he chose -as finding more was not always an option- he had decided it prudent to leave them. And so he raged in silence in a cave not far beyond his lands.
Great grooves in the stone -perfectly spaced reminders of the great King's paws- ran down the grey stone, exposing its paler underlayers... Inches were worn to dust on the floor, the product of his anger. In the deep dark his marks glowed like white fire, his eyes a burning weight.
The need to rend something, to bend someone to his will, to dominate and destroy and feel his fierce desire sated made him mad with energy and hate, and so the Dark Fayth raged.
"Come out, come out, wherever you are..."
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 9:06 pm
 She rolled the crimson fruit in her paws, its juices dripping down her claws as she popped it into her mouth. When she consumed things, they were usually fruits and full of tart bitter flavors that made the dark lass growl with pleasure.
She kept on the edges of Aveshar's pride, she really didnt mingle well with the other girls. Nor did she mind being so far from them, simple minded twits she thought with a snort.
Aveshar was a bit full of himself sometimes, but his pure dark heart is what kept her there. She flicked an ear, a voice whispered out to her, calling her out..
She'd never bend to be one of his toys, but that didnt mean she couldnt enjoy the fruits of his fury.
"Ring around the roses..." She chimed softly, in a dark sultry tone.
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2008 9:48 pm
White eyes burning bright -nearly blind with fury- snapped open wide. The Black King lay -in almost a bow- at the center of the cave, body facing the entrance. He could smell the sweet, sweet wind... Taste freedom.. Freedom, and a release...
"Ring around the roses..." The soft words came drifting to his ears, made him lift his great head. Slowly he gained his feet, pacing out of the cave.
The sultry tones were a dark invitation. One he knew better than to answer, one she knew better than to issue. Of his girls, Mort was the least 'his'... A fact which displeased him greatly... He wanted things to be his...
And she was the Devil's...
In the back of his mind, Aveshar made the note he wanted to meet the male, for he approved of the King's choice.. Most times..
"Calling trouble, Little Dove? I answer..." He growled. I will always answer...
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