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Post by lwhinwl on Nov 28, 2009 22:38:54 GMT -5
Bella walked around, her tail raised slightly. The sun reflected off her deep red scales as her sapphire orbs searched the lands. Indeed she did not know where she was, and she didn't know she was in trouble. She was in heat though, and she wanted to breed. She was a sick little girl sometimes, like a little sl*t...But she loves her life. Her scent lifted and flew through the air, and she waited for a male to come. She knew she would be bred, and she was fine if it were rough or gentle. The thing she was worried about was if the brute forced her to come with him. She wasn't exactly looking forward to that.
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Post by Admin on Nov 29, 2009 11:49:52 GMT -5
The black brute's wings lifted his body in the air. His green, sometimes tellow eyes searched the ground. It was then the scent hit him. A female in heat. Perfect. Reaper flew faster, wanting to be the first to get her. He would bring her back to his lands and do what he pleases. Finding the dark red female, he lowered himself, preparing to land. He reached the ground and quickly came up behind her. He crawled on top of her as if he were going to breed her, but he clamped his teeth on her neck instead. He bit down hard until his tongue flicked out and he could taste the blood.
Releasing his grip, he shoved the female, moving her to the Rebel lands. "Unless you want to die slow and painful, I suggest you come." He growled, his voice deep and demonic.
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Post by lwhinwl on Nov 29, 2009 14:18:16 GMT -5
Bella's head turned when she heard wing beats. In a flash a large black brute was on top of her, his teeth sinking into her neck. She yelped and tried clawing at him, turning and squirming until she was rolled onto her back. When he released she jumped up, but was only shoved over. His words rang through her mind, they were dark, evil. The voice of a Rebel. Her head down somewhat, she turned and walked slowly, not wanting to be hurt again. "Nice to meet you too," She growled baring her teeth. The blood ran down her neck, and she reached over to clean her wound.
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Post by Admin on Nov 29, 2009 23:00:56 GMT -5
OCC: I'll start a post in Dissent mountain
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