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Post by . h r i m f a x i on Sept 6, 2009 12:23:39 GMT -5
ANABEHELLA EDIAH
a diffrent breed of killer
[/color] xo. Silently the mare stood in the clearing, her head was level with her body. She was at ease for once. She loved being alone in ways, but there was always something missing. A content sigh left her lips and her tail swished at the ocasional fly. She looked at peace with the world, though only if you could read the mares thoughts. Giving a slight shake to her head she releaved her self of the pesky gnats that loved to skirt around her face. Aiming to rid her self of the pests she allows herself to release her powers a bit, allowing a gentle wind to pick up. Wisking her mane around abit, allowing her forlock to cover her face. If one was to come upon this mare they would believe that she could possibly one of the most beautiful sights that they have ever seen, but to her she was a disgrace, to imperfect for either color, white or black. Another thing, she looked to be weak, her body was thin and she look alittle malnurished but in all truths she was strong than one would think. Just approach her to find out, that is if you can get close enough. Character: Anabehella Ediah
Playwrite: HRIMFAXI
Reservations: IZO && SPIKE
ooc: coming to a theater near you! [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by †Spike† on Sept 7, 2009 0:09:48 GMT -5
Walking across the land, flames licking his form with each step. Smoke looming from his nostrils to drift in the wind and be forgotten. It was another day for Izo, just another day to him, hell had become quiet, not a soul to be found. The sands of time pour upon this soul and yet, none of them ever affect the immortal demon. Burnt hove prints are left in his wake as he moved cross the clearing, his banners wavering softly in the wind.
His crimsons picked up on a mare standing alone in the vast land, with nothing better he approached the mare, his muscles flexing beautifully under his charred hid. Every muscle Izo owned could be seen under his hid as he moved. coming into her company he stops, smoke pouring from his nostrils as his crimsons go to work, scanning her carefully and quckly before stopping on her eyes. Letting forth his voice, dark and demonic, it had a whisper like feel to it, almost ghost like.
"Hello, you seemed rather lonely...might i join you?" Izo did have a gentlemen side to the demon, he wasn't all dark and evil. "Oh, by the way, I'm the Hell's lord, Izo, who might you be?" Smoke drifting from his maw as he speaks.
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Post by . h r i m f a x i on Sept 7, 2009 20:46:59 GMT -5
ANABEHELLA EDIAH
a different breed of killer
[/color] xo. Quickly her head shot to wards the approaching noise, and quickly the wind brought its scent to her. A stallion plus the smell smoke and burning flesh. A sweet nectar to her. She stood tall now her tail whisked at her flanks and her nares were flared taking in the stallions alluring scent. A sickening smile played across her two tone face and her Carmel colored eyes surveyed him as he got closer. And soon followed by his presence a voice lurked out and along with it the thick smoke. "You may," this was a first she allowed the company of another. "The almighty Izo, I've heard dreadful tales about you." Her voice was nothing but an audible whisper, and of course, dreadful, was all but a compliment. "Oh and do forgive me for missing my name, it is, Anabehella Ediah. Ana for short." a smug grin was plastered across her lips. Feeling up to her normal self she posed her Arabian linage, her neck was arched in and her chin tapped her chest in a roar, over whelmed might I say, and along with all of that she threw forth her right hoof, stomping the ground with flares of sparks and small kinderling flames. Character: Anabehella Ediah
Playwright: HRIMFAXI
Reservations: IZO && SPIKE
ooc: Aw, she hates/loves him! [/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by †Spike† on Sept 11, 2009 22:16:01 GMT -5
Smoke loomed from his mouth as his spikes perked to attention, flames wavering in the soft wind. Her scent couldn't make into the brute, smoke pouring from his nostrils but it allowed him to see more then just the blinding scent could take away. "So it seems my reputation proceeds me, no matter, saves the breath of me introducing myself." letting a demonic chuckle come forth he continues. "Well, since you know of my tale, might i hear of yours ana?" the black fog pour with each word that came forth into the air.
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