.s.o. .y.o.u. .t.h.i.n.k.

[x FreeSpirit x]

It was a simply mistake in which you made,
And yet I cried,
Saddened by what you did,
And although you did your best to explain,
I made no sence of it,
I saw no reason,
And although it was a simple mistake,
It hurt me bad,
Your simple mistake.

Th' outline of slate raiment matron was weak 'gainst th' darkened light, night's eye 'bove all, soft light lulling them to sleep, dripping pigmentation from their embodient as they slept peacefully in their abodes, all worry drained out of their strained apogge. Th' cool wind carcassed their peaceful domes, delirous laughter haunting their dreams, and yet it was unknown as their apex showed no struggle, as their enemiy murdered them in their slumber.


Lamps washed 'gainst th' darkened topography, th' sleeping light 'moungst 'er pelt, th' soft light outlining 'er zenith as sh' moved through livid drapes which hung themselves high. Plush lashed at 'er slate braces, a spill of atramentous, stone and rare silver, casting a silent sudection 'pon th' night czarer. Scythers scraped th' earthen carcass as segmants danced to th' hum of 3-beat that spilt out 'neath 'er, th' music calling forth one to listen to 'er troubled past, if they held th' patience. Ghostly mask remained 'pon 'er blank apex, emotion drained from it long ago, and yet past stories still kindled 'er patience with life.


Stilts brought to a graceful stop, delirous laughter rushing to taunt 'er facade, threads lashing backwards with a slight hiss, flecks of ebony and ashen showing no sign of laughter 'moungst their jokes. Jug opened, vocals cords released, no emotion found 'pon 'er tunes as sh' called forth in a nicker, patience brought to th' limits as sh' waited, silent suduction held high.

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[o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o]

Crimson stag halted as th' fae's call reached his auds turned towards the sound, he went into a quick three-beat, daggers pounding a steady rhythm, as bod approached th' fae his smooth vocal rang out for th' first time, "'Lo there, I be Flame, you? he bowed his dial respectfully to 'er, looking over her delicate bod, sh' was th' most beautiful thing he had ever saw

((srry for short post, muse gone bye-bye ))

[x FreeSpirit x]

Duos moved 'forth 'wards th' beating of sod, th' sounded torture of wha was heard by hardly any. They were blinded, selfish ways they had, and yet many still called themselfs light. Hardly one 'pon 'er mind. Night's eyes illumated 'er, a rare feast for ones cresents, very rare. Whipcords lashed 'pon braces, laughter chilling, as it swept them 'corss embrodient, a mark of darkness, a bitter sweet suprise. Locks rung from royal beauty's nape, a decoration to only be looked 'pon, never touched by spirt nor equine, nay. Angels had created it, blessed by their soft kiss, claimed by their jaded heart, a mere ssign of what loyal sh' held. But light, my firends, light was not, nay. By glance sh' was, 'pon caring ways 'pon th' earth sh' was judged, but nutreal rested 'pon 'er heart, blackened by broken image, unable to be erased. And as brujo stopped before 'er, amere smirk crawled 'pon limbrans, blessed by angels, cursed by devils. Cresents twinkled with mystery, with humor, quick witted ways 'pon mind was more, awaken from 'er sweet dreams, to murder one when there not looking. Duos moved forth, a sign of respect possible, though doubted much by lovers, doubted by enemies. Undeserving they spoke of 'er, but had they passed hell itself and expected an angel to seep out and kiss them 'pon their sleeps. If so, I dobt it would happen. Though by chance, maybe, if one could tame th' untambale, if sought th' patience sh' needed, if one locked th' ever forming tears, and plastered th' smile 'pon 'er limbrans.
Brave, ye are, aye, a reward 'pon my good days, but for now claim my tricks as sh' sought them, though I warn you, they aint always sticking to neutral. By an alisa I do came, yet you have proved no worth to know it
Cran dipped, a tradition kept by 'er and 'er only, a pride in which ones hated, a smile in which they couldn't see.

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[o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o]

'e nodded, understanding that sh' didn't want 'er alias known, he had met many stags who would run away, teased by these femme's trick, but no, not 'e, 'e would stand it out longer than th' others, 'e been raised eastward, where 'is own land lay, 'e was th' smallest youngster in th' group, yet 'e be bravest, if another were to find a cave, 'e be first to explore, while th' others cower outside, afraid a bear or another creature of some sort might be there, but alas, he was still here, the others, probably dead from fright when they had to leave, 'is vocals rang out once again, softer though, this time, As you wish Dial was bowed to 'er, showing th' respect that 'e 'ad, when dial was raised once more, 'e caught 'er eye, 'e was determined to hold th' glance, hoping th' fae would not sway against his descision...

[x FreeSpirit x]

A moment of suprise caught 'er facade, as 'e spoke, a song in which seemed unreal, unknown to 'er was it. Aye, 'e held, hopefully, th' patience 'e needed to survie th' first round, to hold th' victory of what couldn't possible last long. A sweet smile soon carcassed 'er kissers, suprise now pushed back, feeling and emotions locked up. Cresents held a twinkle, a rare little twinkle of utter kindness, yet it soon vanished, smothered by fake emotions, lies and depression, th' words that ruled 'er life. Kissers opened, song released, no hiss found, yet questioning they remained.
Have you anything more to say?
Not harsh, nay, wanting to know did sh'. 'e had suprised 'er, had been kind to 'er, know need to be harsh.

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[o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o]

'e shook 'is dial, threads falling o'er 'is liquids, Nothing more shall i say is tone took a defensive, yet smart tone, why 'ad she asked, if 'e wanted to say more, surely 'e would 'ave, 'e certainly had the freedom to, didn't 'e?

[x FreeSpirit x]

Duos moved forth, slowly as if unsure. Brujo seemed so sure of 'imself, yet in a way lost. Nay, it wasn't 'im, 'tis was 'er. 'er own heart beat summerthing 'er hearing, all 'part for 'is tunes. Waiting, patiently, for what sh' was unsure of. Shamely wasted, a mere figure 'pon a backdrop. Silence sought 'er, nothing more said. Broken. 'e had won, beaten 'er everlasting battle with respet. Foul sh' was, to think naught of ;im, yet raised to sh' had been. Broken images without a whole.

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[joker]

Stained brujo crept slowly towards th' humble group. 'e moved with th' stride of a king, 'is long sweeping strides eating th' ground 'neath 'is talons. 'is muscles rippled 'neath 'is pelt as 'e jogged, not showing any emotion of wanting to reach 'is destination. 'e stopped afore th' maiden, not giving th' steed a glance. 'is amber orbs swept o'er 'er figure and then returned to 'er optics.

'Lo, m'lady. I be Epidemic. And you?

[x FreeSpirit x]

Cresents wash'ed cross brujo,
as 'e neared 'pon th' sponge of 'er's,
th' one with th' troubled past.
golden drap's dripped colour,
darkness winning 'pon th' night.
yet still,
gentle carcass of moon light remained 'pon 'er facade,
an angel from what seemed hell.
cran raised to look 'pon 'im supsiously,
a greeting known by many,
'er only way of greeting.
duos moved forth,
an angelic way in which sh' totured 'erself,
an urge to deafeat it,
yet taunting it was.
'is tunes were of th' same,
a ritually in which had been kept for to long,
aye.
yet,
sh' had broken it,
a darkened wench with no manners,
possibly.
limbrans parted,
challenge emitted,
harsh atmosphere dawning 'pon them.
I don't care 'pon ye alisa,
for ye are a mere flea!
as for mine,
why,
you aint worth th' breathe
teasing tunes were unnormal,
aye,
'tis was no hiss that was released,
nay.
bitter sweet delierous laughter,
tom foolery made 'pon th' simplist things.

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[o.0Misty.:.Flame0.o]

'e bared 'is ivories as th' other brute came forth, must someone always intrude? He gazed over him and th' femme 'fore 'im, 'is liquids showing laughter at th' brute who called 'imself Epidemic, 'e watched, amused, wondering how th' brute might react upon being refused of knowing the femme's alias, his vocals were released, 'is tone showing laughter and mockery, Ye best leave, thee be not worthy of 'er 'e watched 'is feature, curious of how they might act to 'is cruel comment, turning once 'gain to th' femme 'e spoke 'gain Does thou join me in th' eastern lands, to own th' lands as demoness, to leave th' foolish brute who calls 'imself Epidemic?

[joker]

Th' stag snapped 'is ivories toward th' brujo who was mocking 'im, 'is pinnacles pinned 'gainst 'im. Th' stag hissed low, 'is tones sharp and cold. 'is gaze moved toward th' demoness, a smirk present on 'is features.

You are quite th' little demoness aren't you?

'is gaze narrowed, a snap of 'is ivories given in 'er direction.

Don't make me ask again....

[x FreeSpirit x]

OOC- -hides Never- shes not here i tell you!

nothing was said,
as brujo mocked th' newcomer,
a mere flea 'pon 'er petticoat.
smirk was 'pon maw though,
enjoying,
somewhat.
invitation was ignored,
nothing said,
no nod nor shake,
ignored,
forgotten.
pinnacles were 'wards tuned brujo,
a demon 'pon 'is name.
kissers opened,
smirk 'pon maw,
proud tunes released.
is that a compliment, flea?
duos were not back,
as one would thought,
nay,
yet they sat 'wards 'im,
waiting,
wishing,
for more to come.
why not make you ask again?
'tis give you something to do before you rot away

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[joker]

'is gaze moved to th' femma, locking onto 'er, a smirk 'cross 'is features.

Well? Are you going to answer th' pathetic brute? If 'e is so valiant to ask you to join 'im, aren't you going to respond?

'e grinned, putting pressure on 'er. Th' stag was incompentent and th' femma was truly pathetic. 'Twas not 'is job to spend time on th' inbeciles. 'Twas 'is job to infect, to destroy and then leave... So 'e did so, 'e slowly stalked off, a grin present on 'is features.

[x FreeSpirit x]

pressure 'pon th' demon's tunes were naught,
no trace of strain,
no moment of hesitaion.
smirk mirrored 'is,
cresents glittering mysterious,
as sh' watched,
eye contact never faltering.
kissers opened,
tunes of such a teasing tune released 'wards'im,
brujo seeking 'pon th' night.
Possible,
'tis all depends if I get a better offer
pools of such dares were 'pon 'im,
as nape was lengthened,
fangs drawn to lash a slight nip 'pon 'im,
light enough to break naught skin
yet heavy enough to possibly drew attention.

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