death among the living [joining post]

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like a knife has been ripped through the envelope

clouds. they danced amongst the bleak, ghastly sky and brought to this barren landscape nothing but a sketchy, revolting appearance. with the combination of a whipping wind that is like a thousand nails shredding through you with every breath and the dark and despairing facade that laces with the thin line of vegetation. truthfully this place is a turn off to those of the pridlands. there is no way to really survive, maybe a few techniques to survive on this land alone. it is not quite capable of sustaining life yet, or rather ever. so indeed this place is just perfect for the dead soul amongst the living. the grayscale appearance of the harem danced among her vibrant bodice. she was electricuting in sense of color, in sense of seducing.

angel. like a angel amongst the thick venom of devils. only she does not think like her bodice would make you think she thinks. oh no. hun, she is beyond all thoughts of capacity in all round senses of evil. she is a fallen angel, there to bring back the dead amongst the dead. to take away the colour of the landscape once again, and to paint a thick coat of blood and suffering amongst the pridelands. she is here for revenge, for power, and will stop at nothing to gain what she fell for. the strength of her parents encompany her frame, you can see them in the crimson pools she calls orbs. every scratch, every drop of blood is spilt for them, by them. she is a posessed soul, insaine perhaps. but not suffering from it, rather enjoying it.

torture. thick and powerful claws were sheathed away as pads beat steadily against the barren landscape. mother nature not so sweet as she brought a drought to the area. bones decorated the area that she would so love to call her home. the torture of time was passing as tail slashed quickly from side to side to rid her of the pesky knats. golden hue kissed her hide as it rippled against her muscles as they moved and pulled beneath taut pelt. thick muscles lined her frame as lithe movements brought her sun-kissed goddess to the attention of the ones who call this home. most well known and most needed, the king of this bloody place. crimson orbs scanned the horizon as the heat created a wavering line against its pulling lights.

come. she had walked a short while when she ran into the remains of an elephant. perfect. the bones clinked and dug into the earth as she strode through the spine. her weight putting pressure on the fragile bones. haunches tensed for a moment as she gracefully leaped upon the ivory tusks of the elephant. it was a few feet upon the ground. just enough for her tail to hang just above the dirt as she stood amongst it. her surrel appearance against the bleak territory looking like it didn't belong. but that was all in the trickery and the fun. fangs revealed as she let out a menacing growl, calling the one who calls this his, to her. she wanted in, and she wanted in now. paws relaxed as she layed against the ivory and was reltivaly high from the ground. dust surrounding her as she inhaled, eyes scanning the horizon once more before she shut them. her guard still on, but her beauty making her look most out of place. but thats all the fun.

there is nothing there to bring an absolute halt

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[Twilight]

Lucifer growled when he heard yet another roar; it seemed that all the lionesses in the area wanted to join his pride. He lifted his head and shook his mane with a grumbling growl. Getting to his feet Lucifer walked towards the calls, it sounded like a female so whoever it was no threat to him. He smelled the female before he saw her and soon his eyes fell on her slender form, she seemed strong enough to take down large prey, and maybe she could be useful. He walked towards her and stopped in the shadow of a giant elephant skull. "What is your business here?" he asked in a cold but smooth voice.

((ooc: sorry I have not replied yet, I'm having slight trouble keeping up with all the new members lol))

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[ooc-sry i haven't replied, and been on. I've been cramming for finals, and i also lost the link to the site, and i've been looking for it, and i found it today. i've also been gone a lot at horse shows out of town, and stuff. Finals are killing me right now. so i'll try to get on, but sorry about not being here. and its no biggy, i'm worse about it. oops. lol.]

to the destruction

patienceshe was still perched atop the large elephant ivory as her tail swished down behind her. lids still shutting out the light of the world to her being. hair barely moved with the sweet whispers of the wind as it let its fingers grace the earth. mother nature having the wind scratch its fingernails against the surface and pull against the sodden beneath. her sides barely moved as she breathed lithely. but she was alive, just resting. graceful tiara was against the soft plush of her paws as she waited for the so called 'king' to make his presence known in this barren place. somewhere she hoped to call home at one point in time. preferably sooner then later in life though.

impulsion. the wind rustled her fur and the dust beneath her. ears alert as she listened around, and was pleased to hear the pads of paws hitting the marble floor beneath her. eyes opened to reveal warm, fiery eyes, as a smirk creased against her lips. standing up against the ivory of the trunk she shook her head slightly. balancing on the dead trunk. tail swished behind her as she leapt down. hitting the ground with force and impulsion. dust flying up to cover over her for a second before it faded away and her golden bodice was revealed. slender, yet powerful. muscles tensed beneath taut hide as she stood in front of him. not making the effort to be friendly, she didn't really like to show emotion much. unless it was rage.

wit. golden hue reflected off of the sun as it burnt against the nature before it. eyes bore into his as she stood, nearly as tall as he, if not there. she had to admit, she was large for her nature, but that didn't mean she was gangly or weak. it was an advantage for her actually. she could tower over things, and she had speed, she was of good use. she had the skill, the power, and the wit. it all showed through the door to her soul, and the facade before him. hearing his cold tone, she replied with her own. "You would like to know." her tone was strong, and she figured she respond a little more. "Perhaps a home, a place to stay. Something of the sort." voice was surreal in articulation and laced with a fiery venom. rude, yet, her typical tone.

that is to come