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Post by esmeralda on Oct 18, 2008 17:49:28 GMT -5
Esmeralda
watch your back 'cause i'll put a knife in it
"Ah, so the whore can speak,can she?" Esmeralda sneered, audits flicking back against her skullery. Coral nares flared, as the minx's blue optics narrowed at the opposing femme. However her gaze slid to the masucline within a few moments time. "Obviously, you have nothing that I desire. You can't even punish correctly." She critizied. Esmeralda snorted in disgust. "You'll never get anywhere with this ragtag team." Cranium tossed, as she turned away from them. "And your girl had better keep her trap shut." She again tossed the comment to Halloween. Esmeralda had decided she wanted no part with this masculine. He was weak, a fool who couldn't do much of anything. She needed someone with a taste for power. And, she didn't need a little bitch like the 'lead' mare around either. Stilts pulled her away, in the direction she had come. "Good luck Masculine. Especially with that." She nodded toward Halloween.
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Post by camino on Oct 18, 2008 18:43:42 GMT -5
That was it. His ears pinned, teeth bared, and he cahrged toward the fae. He nipped her rump and cut her off. Face to face he was, now. He bared his teeth and circled her. You aren't leaving, wench. You made the mistake of entering these lands. You are my slave, now. Me and my 'whore'. And damn if you'll follow my fucking herd rules and you'll stay in these damn hell forsaken lands until your time as come, wrench. He snapped so harshily it would scare the wits out of the Wicked Witch herself. He was pis- well, mad- as heck. And he wasn't going to let this wench get away.
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Post by Magic on Oct 18, 2008 21:12:49 GMT -5
Right at that moment, the painted femme could tell that Karma was more of a country gal. Her lyrics were played out in the sort of way Magic would never have dreamed of speaking. Letting out a short little chuckle, the Paint spoke "Well damn! I sure wonder where you came from. I'm guessing your sire and dam were pureblood hill billies."
Then, as if she came out of thin air, a jet-black and ivory coloured vixen butted in. She threw a few rude comments to Halloween, then began critisizing the Lord. Just by looking at her, it was clearly stated by the way she moved, that she was a Dark. Not much of one, at that. The she-devil did all she could possibly do, to make herself look rough and tough. If you knew your math, it would be obvious that she equaled one Attention Seeking, whore reaking mare, that carries her head way too high.
Then, as if the essa thought she would get away with it, she turned around, and walked off. Not to mention she said a few extra insults about the herd, lead femme, and lead stag. This was the kind of thing that could easily turn into a fight for Magic. After biting her tounge for a while, she decided to add a few words. "Excuse me, doll. Don't be expecting to come out of this looking like the saint you are now. I'm sure dear Carzeth shall put you to good use. Hm, just a suggestion, but maybe she'd make a good broodmare. She seems to have huge hips. A good baby-maker." Then, after thinking about it for a moment, she shook her head, "Oh, don't bother. She doesn't deserve such luxery." Magic said it all so that she seemed to actually have these thoughts. The maiden wouldn't have normally given that sort of idea to the lead, especially to this wench.
Halloween was deffinately not the kind of donna she would have regularly thought of like this, but she wouldn't let other's get away with treating her fellow herd mates like crap. Looking at her Goddess, she tried to read her face, and what she would do next. A fight. That would be delightful!
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Post by esmeralda on Oct 20, 2008 19:46:40 GMT -5
Esmeralda
watch your back 'cause i'll put a knife in it
Oh dear, whatever shall the minx do? The masculine had her quaking her splashed coat. Esmeralda snorted. "As if you could keep me here, brute." Audits laid back as a nip was placed on her flanks. The painted minx charged forward at the masucline, as kissers stretched to plant a nip on him. "I'm sure Masquerade will love kicking your ass." She hissed. Occuli turned to gaze at the other femme who had spoken. "Is that because all of you are barren, mare? Or is the stag unable to provide? Tell me, which one is it?" Cranium tossed, as Esmeralda struggled to compose her fascade. "I'll stay just to humor you, O King." Blue optics returned to the masucline. "But you, aren't worth spit in my book. But we'll see where your kingdom goes. You and your whore will rule the day you ever layed eyes on me." And with a snort, Esmeralda became silent.
ooc: goodness, Esme is quite the bitch XD |
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Post by camino on Oct 20, 2008 19:53:02 GMT -5
Carzeth rolled his eyes as she began babbling on about some idiotic colt. "I'm sure some damn colt would have a chance at me. Ha, sure. And yes, you will have a damn good time here, bitch, for if you leave it will be your worst fucking nightmare. Magic, I trust you. For the first few days wach this femme for me so she doesn't run off. If she does, just call." His large black blob of a body moved toward the delicate arab and rolled his eyes at her. "If you stay good you might have a chance at Broodmare." He said with a smirk.
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Post by Magic on Oct 20, 2008 20:06:49 GMT -5
Hearing that she would have to watch that skank made her sick. Sure, she would do all that was asked of her, but she certainly wouldn't let the vix have a good time. Shaking her head, disgusted by the essa's shot at making an offensive remark, she looked at Carzeth, then nodded. "Will do."
Glaring at the jet and ashen coloured femme, she stomped a hoove, then looked back at her Lord. "May my companion and I be off?" she inquired. This witch was going to be nothing more than a pet at her side. Or so she hoped. Ducking down to the ground, her pearls tore at the vegitation, and lifting her cranium back up, she chewed it, with a bored expression pasted onto her face.
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Post by camino on Oct 20, 2008 21:06:18 GMT -5
Carzeth watched Esme and smirked. He turned to face Magic. The pretty fae and her pet stood near. "Yes. Bring her back to me on the fifth day. Once she can be trusted not to run off she will live as my slave until proved worthy of a higher rank. For now she does everything you say, Magic. But don't bring her back injured, because what use is an injured slave? You'll be pretty banged up by the end of that day if you bring her back injured." He nodded to his words and nudged Magic in trust, then walked to the pond for a need drink.
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