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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 26, 2006 10:00:53 GMT -5
Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,
And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.
Eagerly I wished the morrow; - vainly I had sought to borrow
From my books surcease of sorrow - sorrow for the lost Lenore -
For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels named Lenore -
Nameless here for evermore
Drappa sat, amused by the antics of the other. She spoke, voice low, dark. Vixen is such a placid word. Pillars now holding the fae, standing. Such a lupus as you would have no courage to hurt another, much less... she paused, talons slicing a rat in half. Swallowing she finished, a rat. The other half of the carcass was proceded to be kicked away, nasty scavenger ants ripping the upper half apart, orbits of dead burning. [/color] |
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Post by Alucard on Jul 26, 2006 10:13:49 GMT -5
A low, rumbling growl escaped the demonic brute as the two fae's bantered back and forth. Trivial things did annoy him so...
He wanted nothing more then to dispose of the both of them. Aye, darks were known to harass others, but only those who were afraid did so. To boast about you power revealed that one was truely insecure about themselves. Alucard knew this and as he was torturing the maggot, he had not spoken a word. No, a true darkling lets his actions speak for themselves. Words are forgotten and twisted but actions leave a lasting impression and have a pleasant way of twisting themselves in the mind to make it all the more gorey and unpleasant. Maggot and the wenches didn't even know of his dubbance yet they would avoid him like the plauge.
Enough. he hissed, red orbs glowing in the darkness of the woods. The clouds had still not retreated from before the sun and gave the illusion of night. How he loved the darkness...as an insominac, it was his chosen time to roam. But the crimson eyes glittered with malace and hate as the rest of the brute faded into shadows.
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Post by Ephah on Jul 26, 2006 10:49:13 GMT -5
Drappa hissed at the other, turning her gaze over to the dragga's bodice. Her fan flicked irritably. She wanted to rip this dragga apart, but knowing she was too weak to attack him alone or with a army. She now wanted to add this stray drappa to her deathly collection. She then faced the smaller drappa. Her ivories still bared as she continuously neared her. Her muscles bunched as she prepared to attack. Her talons were ready to launch, and her ivories ready to sink into some flesh. Her audits were still plastered to her dial as she panted, waiting for the perfect moment to attack this drappa.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 27, 2006 13:49:04 GMT -5
And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain
Thrilled me - filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating
`'Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door -
Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door; -
This it is, and nothing more,'
A smirk spread across the drappa's ebon face. She walked wide around the drappa, only tads taller than she. Size was of no matter. Her audits were raised enjoying this game with the other drappa. Her lips raised upon her ivories, old blood stained. Lips fell, circling the drappa, smirk upon maw. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Ephah on Jul 27, 2006 16:32:33 GMT -5
She growled, stepping out of her circle, her ivories bared in defense of attack. Her shoulders rumbled and her pads pounded the ground as she stared at the other in anger. Her hackles arose from her nape as she thought better of attack. Still, she did not settle down.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 27, 2006 16:45:49 GMT -5
Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
`Sir,' said I, `or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;
But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,
And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,
That I scarce was sure I heard you' - here I opened wide the door; -
Darkness there, and nothing more.
The drappa barked loudly, snapping at the other. A smirk spread her maw, joyous. A love for causing trouble, bringing death. Doth her name imply that? Her vocals not yet rang in the sky, for no words shall be spoken when one is tormenting another. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Ephah on Jul 27, 2006 17:43:48 GMT -5
She snarled at the other, her visage turning with the others movements. Her fan flicked as she closed in on the other drappa, her talons sinking into the ground as she moved. Her nares flared as she looked over at La Mort. Her ivories were strong and powerful.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 27, 2006 17:59:04 GMT -5
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing,
Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before
But the silence was unbroken, and the darkness gave no token,
And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, `Lenore!'
This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, `Lenore!'
Merely this and nothing more
A slight chuckle surrounded the vocals of the drappa. Her ivories flashed as she taunted the other canine. She fake lunged to the other, hoping to cause some trouble here, now. Audits pricked, orbits glinting. It wasn't quite fun, but as close as a darkling could get. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Ephah on Jul 27, 2006 18:08:06 GMT -5
She growled towards the other, snapping at her audits in anger at the false lunge. Her fan wagged softly.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 27, 2006 18:11:33 GMT -5
Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,
Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.
`Surely,' said I, `surely that is something at my window lattice;
Let me see then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore -
Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore; -
'Tis the wind and nothing more!'
Drappa's tounge loped next to her maw. First words spoken since the death of her sire, caused by her. Such anger, she hissed, breath of a dead soul. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Ephah on Jul 27, 2006 18:14:13 GMT -5
Her anger rose as she said angrily to the other, Your darkness reveals lightness in your games. She snorted, her ivories still bared. Her pads sunk into the ground, her bodice was thick in bone, but in fat it was slim. Her audits were pinned as the thin white powder fell upon her.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 27, 2006 18:21:17 GMT -5
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Chuckle surrounded the vocals of the drappa. Ivories snapped at the other drappa. You have yet to learn your place, she snarled. A fight would do nothing to this drappa, but it might kill, or better, seriously injure her oponent. She snapped again at the other lupus. A rat scurried across her path, talon swiping and swallowing the rodent. Its pink and brown hued tail slurped through her lips. No worries, no cares. Had it occured to this drappa that darklings don't intimidate fiercer darklings, only give them a slight chuckle? She bet her wits on no, knwoing that this had yet to find her place in the horrible circle of life. [/color][/size] |
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Post by Ephah on Jul 27, 2006 18:28:08 GMT -5
Her audits were plastered to her skull in anger as she approached the other, this was not going to be easily given up on. She spat into the other's optics, as she raised her visage higher. Drappa's optics scanned the other's bodice, looking for a weak position. Her ivories were ready to slice into the other's flesh as she began to circle the taller vix. Her stocky bodice was good and strong, able to hold up much weight and able to run long distances without stopping at many disturbances. She laughed to herself outloud, think that this weakingling dark drappa could murder? It was doubted upon.
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Post by Confused Randomness on Jul 27, 2006 18:33:06 GMT -5
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'
Bodice limber, agile, frappa had little to no weaknesses, for all had been used, strengthened. Her orbits glanced to the dragga, wondering if he liked watching two drappas fight... But her head and mind snapped back to the other, weaker in her mind. Orbits easily scanned the frame of the other, stocky. Shant be able to have long strides, easily outrunable, but this drappa never ran from a fight. Always a learning time, see if the other could find a weakness, if one was available. Always made sure she was one to circle, never to be circled. Her ebon orbs glinted, a strange force taking her mind, her bodice, her talons... [/color][/size] |
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Post by Ephah on Jul 27, 2006 18:46:24 GMT -5
The drappa's optics never left the drappa as a hawk flew o'er her. Circling her, the hawk's mighty wings beat her rythym of style as she began trotting around the younger drappa. Her fangs glistened as the sun's rays landed upon their backs. Her pads beated to the rythym of the hawks beats as she laughed coldly in her mind. The older drappa, herself, was liable to beat the younger, for her mind was more of a bonus of the elder. Her muscles bunched and quivered as she continuously circled the drappa.
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