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Post by Ellie on Jul 2, 2009 6:40:38 GMT -8
Black hooves dug into the molten ground like a hot knife into butter. Black auds pinned against a black skull as a hellish scream was uttered from a black maw. These things belonged to the ruler of these lands, Nazgul. How long had it been since he had last seen his mare? Or had he even met his other one, Calanora? He didn't remember, but he did remember one thing, Danae was pregnant with his first foal. She doesn't turn up soon, then she's on her own. The words were like the magma, red hot, harsh, and dangerous.
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Post by ELiAS on Jul 2, 2009 11:15:23 GMT -8
Danae lagged behind with a purpose. She had seen mares who had rushed everywere and done damage to the foal. She wanted her heir to be perfect. She had an inkling, as she was much more in tune with the baby than its thick skulled father, that it would be a filly. She already had a name curled up inside of her wicked, wicked mind. Danae thought by now that Nazgul had already arrived in their home and was becoming impatient. Let his patience wear thin. she scorned, taking each step slowly. He will do no harm to me. it was quite the love hate relationship. Danae knew that Nazgul had no worry for her family problems, and in the bottom of her heart she promised him he would be once Tethys was brought back to him, and he could have the beauty of the sisters in his view. She was not going to be his slave, but rather manipulate his dark, slow mind until it was nothing mare than a tool in her grasp. As she finally caught sight of her 'mate' she nickered too him slightly. Her barrel was round. She moved slow. Her muscles ached. Milk dripped down the insides of her legs. Her coat was ruffled her mane was a mess, her tail looked no better. But her eyes were sharp, and her mind was forever going like an endless machine. She pulled up alongside of him, fighting fatigue. She could no longer nimbly dance out of the way of the lava. Danae snorted, and ash flew from her breath. I need a place to bed, as far away from the poison gasses and lava as possible, my liege. she requested. So that no harm is done to our child. Danae may of been insane, but maternal instincts told her to keep away from the poison.
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Post by Ellie on Jul 2, 2009 11:28:46 GMT -8
Nazgul snorted and watched as the pregnant mare lumbered towards him. A black cloud fled from his nostrals as he snorted his impatients. I am not your slave mare. You may bare my foal, but do not for one second think that it changes anything. His words were low, and deadly. He snorted and shook his great black skull. One black dagger dug into the molten rock at a time, he was slowly leading the mare to the only place of refuge from the gas. A black banner waved in the windless, sunless air as Nazgul walked to over the threshhold of a small "oasis". Here, this is as good as it gets. With those words spoke, his black form turned and walked away from the mare, back into the center of the hellish land he called home.
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