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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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 Posted: Tue May 12, 2009 8:33 pm
Bright moonlight shone through the thin newly leafed branches. Spring was here the days had been getting increasingly longer to Orla's dismay the dark filly hated the world of light it was all so disgusting. Curse this Light, damn the sun where her favorite phrases if ever overheard. The only beautiful things in the world were precious stones and metals of value such as gold and silver. Nothing else... Except perhaps herself.
Orla had grown her draconic muscles strengthened she was beginning to realize like her powerful and handsome father she would be even more beautiful and stronger without a doubt… There was no limit to Orla’s Greed she would have everything by the time she was an adult. Strength, power, wealth, beauty, and servants everything would belong to her she was Greed's daughter after all. And she was damn proud of it.
"Neirad come..." Orla commanded in a cold dangerous voice of her aquired servant "You will watch you master's strength and be reminded of your place." he had to constantly remind him that she stood victorious over him to prevent him overthrowing her.
Orla Riona whipped her draconic tail against a tree shattering the bark and severely damaging the tree. The twang of metal could be heard as the chain wrapped around her tail clashed against itself. Her rainbow Aura flared with a dark intent as her piercing blue eyes watched her dark companion carefully as he followed...
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Posted: Wed May 13, 2009 2:00 pm
"Yes, my Mistress."
He had figured this saying was much better than his previous 'compliments' towards his owner. After all, she was a female, and should be recognized as such. She was his master, yes, but she was stronger than all the males their own age, and more than likely even ones that were older. She had trained many times, purposely gathering her strength. There was no doubt that she was strong... However, what she didn't know was that there was one other who was still stronger than her.
"Very well done. You are getting stronger every day, Orla. How do you do it?" His head cocked to the side some, the glowing moon above them shining down with such a luminescent power. His eyes shimmered, almost looking white at this point, simply hiding all true strength behind them.
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Lady Kitania Vice Captain
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Ice_Dragon_Demon
Ice_Dragon_Demon
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Posted: Sat May 16, 2009 9:35 pm
The black filly eyed the stallion carefully and coldly "You know very well how, Neirad." she responded coolly her words laced with a hidden thret; true was the compliment but there was another meaning behind his words... Orla wasn't fool enough not to notice what was right in front of her. Neirad had gained in strength as well. Orla knew of his training when her back was turned. Though what she didn't know was 'how' strong he had become but that too would be tested one day most likely in the coming months.
He would no doubt try to beat her to gain his freedom and chain her to his will, reversing their current positions. She was arrogant yes but not so much so as to neither underestimate her servant nor let her guard down. She wouldn't be caught off guard.
Gold and silver hooves began hitting the ground in rhythmic patterns as Orla began her own brutal training. As it as it seemed to be getting easier and as such Orla would have to make it increasingly difficult for herself tomorrow night...
Orla now focused on the task at hand instead of strength today she'd train her speed. Strength was excellent but without maneuverability or quickness you'd only ever end up in a battle of endurance and never hit anything if your target was quicker than yourself unless you where extremely lucky. Orla flew over the obstacles she had placed in various locations around ‘her’ secluded forest. She had made some obstacles one could only remove with strength of course… Orla smirked smashing into a large boulder and moving it out of her way in only moments then resuming her previous gallop… until her track was finished…
Shorting the looked back… undoubtedly needed to be fixed up a lot it wasn’t fit for her anymore.
“Neirad, come.” She called at the end of her track. "It's time to hunt..." the wicked filly announced.
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