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Post by †Spike† on Sept 2, 2009 1:43:27 GMT -5
Gliding above the grass at a great speed, Cross loved to fly, it was free and without limits. He was capable of reaching extreme heights and speeds. He could go as high as he wanted, above the clouds and beyond. Breaking sound barriers was always fun, its funny to watch human's faces when he is outside there plane windows and then dive away before anyone else notices him. His speed could be used as a weapon, leaving his victim's ears ringing has he moved about. The grass spread apart as he roared across the vast land, being only a few feet from the ground as he moved. Each stroke of his black wings moving him along, coming into a glide he started to slow down when he spotted a river, banking and coming to a stop he lands upon the earth and pads up to the river to get a quick drink. Lapping the cold water, refreshing liquid pouring down his throat. expanding his wings, stretching them after being used. Cross lifts his head from the river and folds his wings. He turns around and sits upon the ground, watching the land before him wave and move as if it was alive.
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Post by ♥Autumn♥ on Sept 2, 2009 7:18:39 GMT -5
Her blue pools scanned as they came to a peaceful rest upon another lone wolf. This was a brute so had reason to be weary as she layed upon a nearby hill, looking down. She groomed, ridding herself of any mats and dry blood she may have missed before, then stood up, the warming sensations of the sun as it kissed her black pelt was soon a little overwhelming. Dipping her head low she sniffed the ground she stood upon the smelled the air, sensing if the brute posted a threat or not.
Softly growling at herself and rolling her eyes, she carryed on towards the brute, then stopped as she stood behind him. In her calm, harmonious voice she smiled and listened for a reply.
I see that you stand all alone, care if I join you brute?
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 3, 2009 11:54:19 GMT -5
So what if you can see the darkest side of me?
[/i] Just on the outskirts of the forest that held bay against the endless stretch of flat land, nothing but a vast expanse of tall emerald grass, moving in gentle winds that swayed them to and fro, wherever the wind so desired for them to go. This same wind buffetted against Scarred Disdain's thick tri colored pelt of grey, white, and tan. But his pelt was not whole in all places. In some places, especially amdist his muscular shoulders and neck, thin yet long stripes of fur were void, never to grow there again due to the deep wound that had become just another major scar of the beast's body. And still, no scar could compate to that which rested over his left eye. Four inches long, from brow down to his jawbone, the biggest scar resided. The one that had changed his name to Scarred Disdain. Some would wonder, he had Scarred Disdain been before all the s*it had happened to him. But this ruthless, loathing creature denied any and all to such dark secrets of his past. His pale yellow gaze filled with hate, wrath, and intimidation glared over the landscape. The wind blew into his face, and he took advantage of this and drank in the scents. A few equines and wolves, though the majority seemed to of the canine descent. But he didn't care. Not in the least. He never cared for the welfare of others. In honest truth, judging by his scarred body and towering, intimidating height of 4 feet at the shoulder, it was easy to prejudge him and label him a murderer. And that was ever so true. A killer from the inside out, it only got crueler and darker the farther you tried to dig into his black and scarred soul. Soon, the brutal beast's eyes settled upon a winged wolf, similar to himself. His large black wings had holes within the center, some feathers were gone forever, as some of his fur was. And judging by the size of the creature he'd spotted, he was smaller and less musclar than Scarred Disdan. And then, a female came to be beside the winged wolf. But it wasn't them he was interested in. Just beyond the two wolves, a river. And with that river, came refreshing water. And just behind thme was the perfect place. And so, with his mind set, he began to move his large bulk, well defined, practiced muscle rippled beneath his thick fur. His tail was held high, as was his head, pale yelllow eyes glaring and cold as he made his way toward the couple. And when he was feet away, he lifted his lips, revealing his yellow, sharpened teeth in a snarl, sound emitting from him as his fur bristled, and towering over the tw of them, he stopped. His voice boomed loudly and dominantly. " Move." He stood there, muscles tense, eyes in a glare as he looked between the two, though his gaze wouls stay to the male more so than the female. She was nothing to him. No lust glinted within his glare. He wanted to get to the river. And despite the simple solution to go around them, he wanted to go through them. They were in his path, and he was more than willing to cleanr them of it. [/color][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by †Spike† on Sept 3, 2009 13:27:49 GMT -5
Sitting upon the ground, cross looks upon the land. The wind moving the grass to its own accord, the land like a ocean of life, never stopping, never dieing. The wind to cross felt good, it was cooling and gentle. His auds moved about, listening to the land and others about the land, it wasn't long before a female came along, he knew she was there before she spoke a word, he didn't move his head, just watched the land. Her voice was calm and peaceful. releasing his own voice, it was soothing and calm. Weaved perfectly as it came forth.
"I am never alone, let the spirits guide you and you won't be either, Do as you like, you may sit here with me and chat or wonder on and please don't call me a brute, the name is Cross, who might you be?"
He turned his head towards the female, his yellows landing upon her soft blues. Cross was a smaller wolf, he was skinny, slinky and drawn out. He had muscle, more then enough to break someone in half if he wanted to. Under his pure white coat was nothing but supernatural strength. Cross was a good prob verb of the line More then the eye sees. Picking up on the thuds of a larger creature, cross turns back towards a massive wolf, looking him over, it was apparent to cross that this new one was nothing but a mass of ugly muscle. The kind that could make you look like him after he was done with you. Listening to the booming voice, cross didn't flinch, didn't move, didn't even blink. With a rebellious smirk he looked upon this wolf and said in a more normal tone
"And? what if i don't? There is ground around me, you would just walk around." Cross was less then half the height of the giant wolf, size wise, it would take several cross's to make up one of him.
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Post by ♥Autumn♥ on Sept 3, 2009 14:24:34 GMT -5
Warmth flushed her body at the sound of his smooth voice and she approached closer. I would like that seeing as i am alone myself, Cross.
She flinched as the thud of a larger, brute by the scent, landed not too far from them. She quickly whipped around, bared teeth and all and growled warningly. Her hair stood on end along her ridge and her ears layed flat against her head. She may be smaller in size but did not lack power, although she did lack power against both of these brutes, but she was very rebellious today and snarled.
I may be a fae, but i will not do as others please.
Standing near him she felt protective although she was sure he could handle himself.
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 5, 2009 1:20:16 GMT -5
I Cant Escape This Hell...
[/i] Scarred Disdain wasn't one who favored many femmes. he saw most of them as weak and undeserving of even the smallest tinge of lust that would ever cross his ruggest shell of a body. He felt next to no lust. No need to find a mate. No need to spread his genes. Before all the s*it, before all that happened to beast in his past, perhaps he might have lusted. he might have desired to have a femme fatale beside him. But no longer did such a thing exist within his black soul. He desired no one to walk beside him, but rather he demanded others, if they desired to be around him, to submit, and follow at his shoulder and heels. He allowed no one to be equal with him. No one was in his books. And that wasn't likely to change. He was cruel, he was ruthless, he was uncaring. He was Scarred Disdain. He stood towering over the two smaller wolves. His muscles flexed powerfully beneath his thick tri colored pelt, ears begining to pin themselves against his massive skull, his sharp, yellow canines revealed as his lips curled, his pale yellow eyes glaring between the two of them as neither moved. He was the last to be hestitant in displaying his power and dominance. When the voice of the male reached his ears, a deadly amusement flickered across his glaring eyes. " Is that a challenge?" His words boomed powerfully and inquisitively, though it was clear he was more than eager to show this smaller wolf who was the dominant being here. The femme threatens Scar, and he shoots her an amused glare, his lips curling further into a toothy grin. " That's what you think." He had half a mind to take her on, but he wasn't about to waste his time. Instead, he returns his glare to the male, and without further words, he walked toward the male, ready to shove past the smaller, skinnier brute. He made sure to steer clear of the femme's teeth, but if she decided to turn on him, he'd teach her a thing or two on respect to those stronger. Whether or not she was eager or willing to admit it, to anyone or even herself, as far as Disdain knew, he was the one who wielded the most power here. And so, using his strong shoulder, he went to shove against the winged brute's shoulder, fur bristling, eyes challenging him to a brawl if that was what he was searching for. [/color][/blockquote][/center][/size] |
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Post by †Spike† on Sept 6, 2009 2:22:18 GMT -5
Cross sat upon the ground as the large wolf's words came to his ears, a evil smirk came across face as he spoke. "I don't know, does it sound like one to you?" Cross stood up as he moved closer, didn't brace himself or even change stance, just stood up and took the impact. Not moving as he stopped the brute that evil smirk upon his face and spoke. "not everything is as it seems dummy" Swinging his head into the side of the large wolf to hopefully shove him away with a good headbutt, he turns back and pads up to one of the trees growing next to the river. With a single bite he sinks his teeth into the wood and rips the tree from the ground. Turning back, careful not to hit anyone else he walks back up to his spot and faces the wolf. Dropping the tree it makes a thunderous thud upon the earth. a smirk comes across his face as he looks over the tree at the wolf. "Now...care for round two? or you gonna go around like i asked before?" he opens his wings and folds them back to fix the ruffled feathers.
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Post by -|| Risk ||- on Sept 6, 2009 2:44:22 GMT -5
So Many Times I've Tried...
[/i] Disdain didn't care about anyone else. And whether or not Disdain won or lost, there would always be a loathing instilled within his mostrously broad and powerful chest. he hadn't the slightest idea of an individual that matched or outdid him in power and strength. He kept his black wings tucked tightly to his side as he made the attempt to shove past the brute who dared to stand in his way. A challenge. Something Scar didn't mind, not in the least. Lose as he might to another, though he has yet to meet someoen who cannt beat or dominate, there will always be that welcome of a challenge and a brawl. He was, after all, the blood-thirsty killer his appearance told of. He's won some battles, and lost his fair share. But never did that stop him from meeting that same individual in yet another brawl. He wasn't the sort he accepted that others could dominate him. He'd suffered enough of that. He'd been through enough humiliation, enough suffering to know what it felt like. And so, neer did it send him into a blind rage, though it did bring unto him a rage all the same. He felt the impact, and soon, after the weak insult thrown his way, he felt himself stumble backwards. His yellow glare shot back with surprise, as well as the realization of the one who had managed to withstand his power. A snarl echoed in his throat, fur standing further on end as he stood there with malice and hate. He watched the other wolf move toward a tree, and uproot it with ease. This did nothing to intimidate, but rather send him into a darker, deeper hate. But as of now, his mind had other buisness to attend to, like females to claim... So, Disdain merely spat in the wolf's face, words hissing forward with utter loathing. " Keep out of my way, and we shouldn't have to worry about round two, then should we?" He was bitter, but all the same, he turned a nasty glare to the femme, and stalked off, headed in the other direction. He wanted nothing more to do with this wolf and she-wolf. All in good time, Disdain was more than sure they'd see one another again. And then, only then, would Round Two come into existance. ((We can continue their hate plot another time and place, so things keep moving adn such. ^^)) [/center][/color][/blockquote]<BR>Administrator<BR><IMG alt=* src="http://s1.images.proboards.com/starred.gif" border=0><IMG alt=* src="http://s1.images.proboards.com/starred.gif" border=0><IMG alt=* src="http://s1.images.proboards.com/starred.gif" border=0><IMG alt=* src="http://s1.images.proboards.com/starred.gif" border=0><IMG alt=* src="http://s1.images.proboards.com/starred.gif" border=0><BR>Heaven's Angel |
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