[Dancer of the Raging Flame]

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^{Her skull lowered as she took a sip of water. Her dark soul was not quenched by the water she just drank. She wwaited, waited would anyone come? After many minites she started to grow impatient, thats just how she was.
Impatient and dark
Evil yet welcoming.
It was just how she was.}

[stitchedskull]

(I'd post here.... but my stally is on another board. *scurries away*)

[ponymad]

OCC|| Do you mean autopsy Saw?? Cause if you do then you can post here. As you can post on the same board.

[stitchedskull]

(Alrighty.)

The water stirred violently, sent high into the air, then fell back into the stirred mass to settle and fall away to nothing once more, blended into the rest to never been seen as a single drop of water. But what would a rive be without a drop of water? It would be... a river. Just a river.

Skull tossed back in a high scream at the sight of the vixen. Daggers slowed to a trot, then a walk, trudging through the silt and water along the banks.

Eyes stained with the fallen blood of each victim slayed between his ivories and knives. Bulk set high, whipcord stricking the air violently as his banner thrashed with a shake of his boa. He snorted and swung a dagger from the water in greeting to the vixen.

"My title is Autopsy Saw." The skull slipped down and up in a graceful dip to compliment his words.

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<sup>Ah good someone had come, but she felt like ripping his head of for being so late. Snorting, she raised her dagger to the stag, and then dipped her skull slightly. Her orbs showed no emotion, they just looked like a cold dark tunnel that went on for ever and ever and ever.

Raising her skull she flicked her whipcord and then studied the stag. Twin soliders caught his words as he prononced his name. Autopsy Saw then? Was this stag worthy of her words. Her raging flame said no but she would give it s try. A raspy and chilling voice filled the air. That is what happens when you dont speak often.

And my cursing is Flame Dancer</sup>

[stitchedskull]

Auds rose and fell in a rythmic dance upon his head. Some may call it skiddish... or over energetic. It was simply to study the vixen. Auds rising and falling, taking in her breath, her heart beat. Alas... the darks still had one.

"A suitable name for a vixen of your likes." He snorted. MAw tugged back in a slight grin, eyes lacking view into the truth of his thoughts and emotion. Instead... it was just perhaps..... gave away a slight peep hole to tease the ones who study them to see if the stallion was a liar or an honest devil.

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Her blackened whipcord blew in the wind as if it was dancing with the fire. Snorting again she rose her head even higher. Her Her liver chestnut hue shone as if it was on fire. Studying the stag even more she noticed the scar that went from his eye to his hind leg.

And yours.

There goes her voice again, cracking and rasping, as if it was sandpaper against sandpaper.

[stitchedskull]

He head lowered down to the water, taking in a small amount before it rose high on his neck once more, like an eagle perched upon his dead tree to study his heavens and Hell below. He swung to one side, caught in the slight distraction of a deer bolting from the under cover, then to her again.

"If you search out home, I have none to offer." His whipcord fluttered and swallowed a fly.

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<sup>Shaking her skull she rid the flies that were near her orbs. She sensed that her fat her was here and wanted nought to do with him. She hated him and that was that. Twin Soliders perked to listen to the stags words. Snorting she pawed the muddy ground and then sniffed at a worm wiggiling around. Placing her dagger on it she thought nothing more of it.

I don't care where I go, I am a wonderer.</sup>

[stitchedskull]

The stag nodded with a chuckle.

"Then what is it you stand here waiting so impatiently for?" He snorted.

(Sorry.)

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<sup>Would she explain to this stag why she was standing here so impacitly?? Would she?? Maybe, maybe not. Maybe yes. She would. Snorting roughly she stared hard at the stag, in the eye. What would she see??

All my life i have been alone, not talking to others after the war. After the men attacked our herd, my mother, but I hated them for bringing me in to the world. But now.....I want company again, someone to fight the angels with. Like my father. I have heard he is fighting for lead at the Sandy Shores.</sup>

[stitchedskull]

The stallion listened intently, letting his auds rising and sit on his skull. Weight fell from one shoulder to the other.

Lakes remained empty to her sounds, but he could smell, taste her unease before her tale.

"I'd be willing." Was his simple reply. Short, but his message nad meaning lay in it.

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<sup>Nodding, her twin soliders pricked forwards as she took in his attitude and his words. She knew that the words had some meaning to them, she could just feel it. Sighing she took a sip of water before opening her maw to speak.

And I accept. Thankyou Autopsy.

Would something grow between them? Who knows. No one ever does you know. No one ever does. Snorting she let out a triumpht scream before rearing up. As she looked out on land she did not drop. Looking at Autopsy as if to invite him to join in.</sup>

[stitchedskull]

His chin tucked up close to his boa before his foredaggers threw him high into the air. Jaws opened and his maw threw up high into the air to let out adeep bellowing screaming with the vixen. He hovered there a moment, dull eyes scanning the terrain before his forehalf came crashing back to earth. With a snort, he cantered off a few paces nad looked over his shoulder to see if he might have the fem in a game.

(Sorry that last one took so long. I was making a new charrie and his image... then my comp decided it didn't like it and so deleted it.)

[ponymad]

OCC|| Thats fine

^{Screaming once more, all 4 hoovens were on solid ground again. Neighing sodtly she saw Autopsy canter off. Following at a trot she realised he tempting her into a game. Grinning cunninly, she went on with the game and quickly caught up with him.}