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Post by alexander on May 9, 2008 22:06:38 GMT -5
Dead Eye Look at me and swear. Are you a believer of Death? NOw then..How does it happen that a mere twit such as yourself come into my presence? Is it that you, a tiny little rat with a particularly bushy tail, think the rules do not apply to you hence you petiteness? No, my freund. You are quite mistaken in that opinion.
Teeth chatter as the king readies himself. He looks deep into the eyes of the squirrel, death hinting at the tiny furball's future with his ''Dead Eye''. Suddenly a whif of an intruder teases the brute's nares. He, however, paid it no mind until he had the creature limp and nearly lifeless in his dark, well equipped maw.
[/size] He had not planned to hold the ball of fur captive in his mouth, but the stupid pansy tried to run when he had his head turned for a second. Tresspassing, then trying to escape while simply being lectured would not be accepted in this King's lands. Beside's that, if he had not to have abducted the dumb beast, then in these Haunted Hills, there was no telling what would have. [/color][/size][/right] So the brute, squirrel still clutched in his maw, turned to the scent and played the game of hide-and-seek with ye another tresspasser. Movin along at a lazy state he planned what things he might have in store for this intruder. And only if they are purely satisfying, will they be welcomed [if only half way]to the lands of the Haunted Hills. Sharp insicors sank deeper into the flesh of the limp, but alive rodent hanging from both sides of his mouth as he half-grimaced, half- grinned at how long it had been since an intruder was decent enough for his standards, and was allowed to momentarilly stay in his kingdom.
Slavery is in mind for dessert, my furry little freund. He whispered to the squirrel.
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Post by Aspen on Jun 24, 2008 9:45:02 GMT -5
As the strong, yet gentle horse trotted up to a tree to see what the matter was, he stopped. Xare quickly peered around the trunk of a tree to see that a squirrel had crossed the path of a large brute. He was intent to see what said brute would do. The squirrel looked up to see a large horse standing before it. Xare looked more closely. A small squirrel, and yet this horse bends down to see it. Can't he see it from where he is? The crimson moon that encircled his eye told all those who saw him what he was. His dark gray pelt made him blend in well. The only default was his white stockings that crept up his legs. His dark chocolate eyes peered more interested at the odd site. Soon the horse had bent down and snatched the squirrel right up, and had started to talk to it. Xare rolled his eyes. Surely this horse must be crazy. He stepped from the shadows as he usually did, and made his appearance. He was getting bored of the site that was before him. He came trotting a little closer to the brute. He looked straight and him and asked. "Do you always talk to little woodland creatures?" he said in his cold as ice voice. He looked as though he were challenging the brute. "My name is Xare. You have the honor of meeting me." he said with a coy grin. He looked at his face and waited for the reaction of such an approach. He did not flinch to prove he was not weak.
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Post by alexander on Jun 29, 2008 22:17:32 GMT -5
Dead Eye Look at me and swear. Are you a believer of Death? He looked smugly to his left. To his right. Back to his left. Nothing. Not even a d**ned flea. Though it actually took him a moment to realize that he had seen movement. He flared his nares. In. Out. The breath was short, yet informative. He caught scent and knew what was attempting to cross his path. Foolish it was, for as the brute had begun to show himself and speak, he had about him a sense of challenge. Dead Eye does not take to kindly to challenges. Especially in his own lands. [/size] His thoughts were scrambled. Kill the bloody fool. He would think at one minute. Play with the idiot's head. Was the next. time seemed to pass by with a centimeter ruler. Just when he thought that it had been nearly an hour, it will have only been like thirty seconds. Maybe this Xare will not be as stupid as most...Maybe he will recognize who he is dealing with and shorten his tongue. That was all the brute muster to hope for the stag before him. [/color][/size][/right] AND WHO IS THIS FELLOW YOU SAY? Mr. Xare is it? Pleasure to meet you on this humble night of silence. And how does it come that you venture so far into my lands without heed of its owner? I am, of course.... Parden my rudeness, Dead Eye. King over the very lands you are loitering upon. And as for the creatures of my forrest; If it is not I who keeps them in line, who shall? Correct? I am sure you would agree to that. Any smart gent of good stature would.
Dead Eye had to release the creature when he first began to speak because the inviscid was slurring his speach like a drunken bastard. After speaking however, felt as though he should do a little check up on the thing, and looked to his feet where it lay and watched it breathe heavily. In. Out. In. Out. Much like his own breathing, though a tad harder. He looked back to the stallion before him, awaiting the smart-ass reply he was sure to be shot, and grinned at the creature that thought himself brave enough to challenge him.
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Post by Aspen on Jul 8, 2008 19:59:54 GMT -5
He looked the beast straight in the eyes. Keeping his gaze locked with his. Xare was sure that he was going to be kicked out any minute. He would how ever not leave with out so much as a fight. He was not one to be pushed around.
This was the land of the horse, eh? Well, he thought. It looks like I must teach him a lesson. Xare nodded his head just to show that he knew who the horse was. Yes, he knew that the brute was the owner of this land. He did not want it any way. He was planning to take over another place any way. But if opportunity did happen to show it self he would take it. "Well then." he sighed. " Its nice to see that there is another with power. I mean, power isn't such an easy thing to come by." He made sure it did not sound like a challange. He looked Dead Eye, straight in the eye. The crimson red moon that wrapped around his eye like lace around a dress, made him look very dark. "It looks like you aren't the kind of horse who takes to visitors lightly." He was too tired to deal with any one right now. He was off to find his own land to take over. He nodded and slowly started to turn away. Just to leave enough time for the horse to say any thing if he was going to. He did not want to go so soon. He wanted some place to stay. Just for the night.
Sorry that its not too long love. =|
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