THE DEATH (Arziki)

[ethuri]

I am the carnivore, the savage that will use your bones to pick my teeth clean after a meal. My eyes trace your body with lust. Desire causes my blood to warm, and my hooves to move swifter. You will only see black. The darkness as I lunge at you quite become you dear. I love seeing the whites of you eyes as you watch death come on swift wings. It just turns me on, darling. I can’t seem to resist you, it must be your spell. But don’t worry, I’ll dig you a shallow grave so you can still feel the rain.

The sun shifts towards the horizon as I finally steep across the boarder of this place. The simple black eyes that are my trade mark, watch as only the shadow of what once was a great kingdom flicker across the night. The hisses that waver at the tips of a snake’s tongue softly pierce the serenity of dusk, killing the peaceful air. They are silent sounds, audible only to those that search for the night, or are seduced by it, against their better judgment of course. Come my little one, fool the blackness of your fate.

A necklace of skulls chimes with each step I take. The steps bringing me closer to you of course. The beauty of you takes the shallow breath from my body. I must have you. It’s your bones that will catch the last rays of the sun as they lay upon the desert. Please, my love, let me posses you, let me make you mine. You mustn’t touch me though, you mustn’t want me like you do. Then the clawed hands of fate will only pull you down faster. Faster to the cool waters of the Nile and bring you home to the muddy bottom.

I want your power, your soul. And you want to give it to me, just as much as you want to keep your life. Let me whisper words of love in your ear just as I become the female praying mantis that eats you alive. In these ways I love you, I hold you closer to heart than I do my own soul. That soul, the one so twisted, so queer that it makes me now what I am.

I am you fate. I am you lover. I am your master and I am your dethroner.

Let’s play a game of bondage. Here’s the handcuffs and the whip. Bound me sweet love. Tie me to the stone walls of your dungeon, let the water drip over my black skin. Take me as your, claim me, posses me. Let the skin flake from my hide with each stroke of the leather. Watch with sick hormones as my blood pools on the stones under your feet, and my screams fill the room, making the air thick with passion and pain.

Listen as a sickly sweet cry of challenge echoes across the early risen moon. Fell the way it quickens your blood as you think about me. Posses me devil and let me become your fall from grace. Enjoy it for soon, your bone’s will scrape the remains of our love from my stained teeth as I sit regally upon your golden throne. Tonight the castle walls will listen even as they drip blood onto a clod stone floor.



3 posts each
1 intro
2 attack and defense posts

[» r.andom]

So the d e a t h call is heard.

Ring the alarum-bell! Blow, wind! Come, wrack!
At least we’ll die with harness on our back.

The wintry frost had begun to settle in, chilling the desert stallion’s bones and releasing his exhaled breath into the air in the form of a steaming mist. A grim smile clung to the edges of his mouth, as if he was doing something he knew must be done in his mind but, in his heart, he would rather avoid. The golden drake was well used to fighting around others, so the numerous battles taking place around him neither bothered nor affected him in anyway; they would only become a problem if he or his opponent crashed into one of them accidently, which was unlikely to happen, as there were few others here and they were given a wide birth. Some way to the left an obviously inexperienced stallion was fighting a heavily battle-scarred mare – an Amazonian, perhaps? She looked as if he was trying to teach him some new moves, which he could not quite pull off, as he kept stumbling clumsily. To the right, the drake could see the the dominating form of his friend of the Forsaken Valley, battling with one of his subjects, no doubt. He was easy to distinguish; there were few albinos in Haltered Minds, and even less that had the ability to fight as this one did.

It was to be a dark againist darkmatch; Arziki versus equus. Quality time with your friends? I think not. Arziki shook his head to clear the excess thoughts as he spied the toy entering the grounds at a gentle gait, his mind instantly homing in to analyze his situation and, of course, the opponent. Both were different, roughly the same height and probably evenly matched in terms of strength. Though one may be younger, but Arziki had experience at his back and, at his age, was still in the prime of his life. At 15.2 hands, he was tall for an Quarter – probably taller than most, although he couldn’t tell for certain at this distance. His dark brown eyes locked onto the drake, checking out his legs in particular to see if he had the typically weak forelegs of the drake – but, again, the space between them was against him and he could not see well enough to make a judgement. A somewhat impatient snort passed Arziki's nostrils as he waited, watching his opponent draw ever closer.

He winked and, for just a second, vanished into thin air before returning in the same spot. Right, no magical tricks, got it. The amusement died from the Lieutenant-Captain’s face and was replaced by an unusually serious look, his head dipping gently in a bow. Arziki sped up to a canter, but still nothing really did move, but kept his eyes firmly locked onto the toy – muscles tense, straining to go.

Arziki

she says we've got to hold on to what we've got
'cause it doesnt make a difference
if we make it or not
we've got each other, and that's a lot
for love – we’ll give it a shot

[horsepraiser123]

stands awake and matless, a tall beautiful Apaloosa mare named Emerald. She wasn't looking for a fight but she was aware that dangers were present. She paws the ground with her hoof and walk to the river getting a drink simply only looking for a friend or mate. As she bends down to get a drink she watches the sunset with her twinkling eyes. Her strong powerful magestic body and her mane and tail rippling in the chilly wind. She watches the fireflys and intends not to be bossed around, hurt, or bothered by anyone she didn't like. Emerald's ears prick forward as she grazes in the horizon

[wayward]

horsepraiser, you are not to post ehr unless it is a challenge. and these posts stopped like a month ago!