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Post by kirjava on Jun 7, 2008 20:27:15 GMT -5
Jentry moved through the timbers. facade was cold, his bronze orbs, punishing under their empowerment. Those caught in the line of vision would feel a penetrating glare, punishing to the mind. His nares flared to paperthins. As his graceful bodice seeped into the clearing. The land was rather barren. The perfect zone for what was going down. His musical vocals gathered in his lungs as he moved to claim his fight. I Jentry, Challenge hence forth for the lands known as Terra De Sol Valle. I state my claim to own said land, and assume the force and ruler ship. Jentrys vocals boomed over the lands. Echoing among the timbers, crawling to reach the auds of anyone within the clearing, and around the nearby timbers. He Reared, extending to his full height. As his shimmering pelt slicked by the natural forces of the winds, tarnished by the age of his bones, Took nicely in place as he waited for his opponent to gather herself in these lands. To fight for what she owned. To fight for what he wanted. What jentry wanted, Jentry got. He slammed back to the grounds, a light tremor ran through the grasses below. As jentry looked on, the malevolent gleam settled in his occuli, crown held high and proud. He wouldn't wait very patiently, yet he stood, still as a statue, wind picked lightly at his course mane and double toned tapestry. the light air passed threw his colorful nares. His slightly feline air could come across fearful to others. Though some thought this as a boast. That it was not. Jentry could back up whatever he brought to the table.
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Post by sportsbabe527 on Jun 7, 2008 23:27:24 GMT -5
Magic entered quietly. She saw her opponant, the one who thought he could run her land better than she. "I hear you want my land." Stomping her foot she sized him up. "What makes you think you can run my land better than me?" As the words came out of her mouth she thought of another solution. "Why dont we save some time, you want the land, and I want the land. Why dont I make you god of the land of Terra De Sol Valle? You get what you want and I get what I want, win win." She waited to see if he would accept this offer.
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Post by kirjava on Jun 7, 2008 23:40:49 GMT -5
Jentry saw his opponent enter, She was taller then he though, standing at 16 hands and something more. though that didn't make him scared or want to back down, no.
Impatience clouded the bronze occuli. A snarling vocals lifted from his kissers as he made to reply to the painted Fae's offer. I don't think it will work that way, doll. You see I have plans. Big ones. The land will be mine. And I won't settle for half. I want all. his musical vocals were overly sweet, and the snarling burly vocals that were hidden beneath the lyrics showed through in a slight edge, notable only to some.
Jentry moved around the mare, creating a wide girth around her. His neck was leveled to his shoulders, snaking motions. His upper lip curled away from his ivory's. Auds pinned to the nape of his neck. Every step he took flaunted the sinews in his shoulders, in his hind end, on his neck. The substance under his pelt, was far from fat and greasy.
Stopping in front of the mare, he turned his hind end pivoted away, as he made to face her. Do you agree we have a challenge? he snorted to her. Pushing back most of his weight on his haunches. Preparing to launch forward after her answer was proclaimed. His impatient glaze barred onto the mare. judging her, seizing her up, looking for a weak point. Blood raging inside the stag, ready to spill over. Pounding in the hollow of his satellites. Growing faster with every passing beat. the bronze orbs that let his see the word were clouded with a malevolent expression. Jentry was ready to fight, weather Magic was or not.
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