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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 1:11:24 GMT -5
I will be playing Sparrow.
Vel, please be a stag? Do you have a stag?
If not, I can be Midnight. But otherwise, I would prefer you be the stag. Whaddya think? xD
--Chickaaa
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Post by Vel on Nov 28, 2008 1:15:05 GMT -5
Sure I have a dark named Masquerade, a light named Lassan and a neutral named Torchwood. what one do you want me to use (masquerade hint hint)
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 1:17:09 GMT -5
MASQUERADE!!!! Haha, I feel like breeding and force-breeding and stuff. Maybe it's because I'm mad at the world right now. Gahh. I warn you, i'm rather descriptive, and though Sparrow is light, she can be a bad girlll. xD
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Post by Vel on Nov 28, 2008 1:17:54 GMT -5
o tay, do you want to start off, or shall I?
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 1:21:05 GMT -5
Ehh. I'll just start now. xD
Sparrow glanced out, just in front of the deep shady cover behind her, the deep forest. She peered around, knowing full well she was in a breeding area, wondering if she would run into anyone. See, Sparrow was a complicated figure. She had nothing against darks but just had no interest in being one; she actually liked many dark stallions. She put her head up and peered into the field, oblivious to what was going on behind or beside her.
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Post by Vel on Nov 28, 2008 1:36:58 GMT -5
Masquerade
You better hide your face.
The ebony stag made his way through the familiar terra of Allevare Mettono. His large hoof prints were left in the few centimeters of snow that layed in a crystal blanket over the frozen ground. He began to wonder if there were any mares here to began with, it was awfully cold, and he figured that they might be back in their herds, or if the were loners grouped together in Belle Valle or somewhere else.
He soon caught the scent of a vixen. She was close too. He let out a ffled whinny and headed in the direction of her scent. He shook his head, making his crimson streaked banners fall every which way. His forelock fell to the right, ivory masked side of his face. His marking certainly earned him his calling.
He halted when the form a lovely vix came to into his range of vision. He stamped a dagger, the snow on his ebony a crimson feathers falling to the ground. He snorted, his breath visible in the cold air. He slowly pushed forward and halted when he was three meters in front of her.
" 'Ello love." he sang out, his lyrics floating to her audits. He flicked his whip behind him. "I am Masquerade, what would your calling be love?" His sing - song lyrics hit the cold air once again. His dark chocolate optics looked her over as he waited for her response.
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 1:41:48 GMT -5
Sparrow swayed slightly as she saw the gorgeous entity; she raised her eyebrow flirtily.
"I am Sparrow..." she murmured to him, floating easily into his grasp. She shifted her body; as the sun hit it, shards of rainbowy crystals cascaded from her slim bodice; she stamped a petite dagger and shifted her delicate head towards him, flickering her petite ears, slightly afraid to talk above a low mumble. She shrugged; it was good to lure stags in. She decided to take a chance; when she was little, she was cursed with the voice of a Siren for her life. Now her voice was smooth and luring to almost any stag; she only used it when necessary.
"I am Sparrow, from the West," she said, her voice like a pealing bell in the cool air as she looked over the handsome stag, her stunning looks being reflected everywhere by the clear light.
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Post by Vel on Nov 28, 2008 1:59:28 GMT -5
Masquerade
You better hide your face.
Masquerade smirked as she spoke her calling. "Sparrow." he whispered as he began to circle her. "Sparrow." He halted and turned his crown to face her. His towers twitched as her dainty dagger struvk the frozen earth below. His dark chocolate optics caught the slight movement of her audots. "Tell me love, what are you doing here?" He started to circle her again, this time closer. "Lost perhaps?" He shook his masked cranium. "Wandering through?" He spoke in a lower tone.
He hlated at her side and snaked his skull out to her crown. His velvet kissers linger centimeters away from her dainty twin zeniths. "Or," his voice was now a low whipser "here for a reason?"
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 2:04:15 GMT -5
Sparrow tried to keep calm, as she got slightly anxious. She rarely was afraid or nervous; no, anxious was the term. Especially when she was in heat like this, it was hard for her to control her emotions.
"No," she whispered huskily to the first two options. "Rather, the latter," she murmured, and quite deliberately released her sweet scent. She raised her head to the stag, peering into his eyes. She did not flinch when his kissers lingered close to her velvet orbs; she shifted closer, actually. [/i] |
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Post by Vel on Nov 28, 2008 2:31:28 GMT -5
Masquerade
You better hide your face.
His nares flared ever so slightly as she released her scent. He smirked as she answered his question. His maw pulled away from her towers and he took a few steps back. "Now love, since I know what you came here for, how bad do you want it?" he asked her, heading a meter away from her. She almost seemed anxious or nervous. Infact, he could smell, even taste it. "Nervous love?" he asked, moving a bit closer. His lyrics held a sing song tone to them, dark but so intruiging.
ooc-- sorrt tired and low on muse, next post will be longer |
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 10:46:48 GMT -5
Sparrow smirked.
"That depends... I've never had it before," she murmured quietly and shifted to look at him. She breathed in his sweet scent deeply, closing her eyes and whuffing quickly with pleasure. She forced herself to relax.
"That also depends," she said after listening to the previous question. "Whether it be painful or pleasureable."
She released the last of her scent, once again deliberately, before turning to look at him again. [/i] |
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Post by Vel on Nov 28, 2008 11:43:28 GMT -5
Masquerade
You better hide your face.
He smirked when her lyrics reached his twin zeniths. So this would be the vixen's first time. He flicked his dark crimson streaked whip cords as he continued to circle the vixen, drawing in her sweet scent. He halted on the opposite side of her when she spoke once again. "Painful or pleasureable, eh?" He spoke quietly before rouding his bodice so he was in front of the essa. "Well it all depends what you call 'pleasureable' miss Sparrow. For some, pain is pleasure. It all depends on what you like love." He stood, waiting for her to say something before he started with her.
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 11:51:39 GMT -5
Sparrow closed her eyes and smelled deeply again with his scent, feeling her folds dilating and then relaxing, not able to say anything. She knew she wanted it, she more than wanted it. She needed it. She flicked her banner out of the way and to the side; breathing in his scent all the while; and dilated again, slower, larger.
"I need it..." she was able to murmur, her eyes still closed, absorbing his scent through her delicate nostrils. She flicked her radars silently and waited, her dilating getting ever so slow, now to the point where it was frozen open. [/i][/size][/color] |
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Post by Vel on Nov 28, 2008 12:16:41 GMT -5
Masquerade
You better hide your face.
He moved his large frame around her once again, this time stopping directly behind her. He could see that she had lifted her banner, exposing her dialating folds. She was dialating slow, making herself stay open. He smirked. This vixen really wanted it didn't she? He moved forth a bit, touching his velvet kissers to her folds. He whuffled softly blowing warm air in her.
He extrended his tool half way, not ready to pleasure her fully yet. He reared up and mounted her, his strong front pillars grabbing hold of her dainty bodice. He moved up until the tip of his sword teased the vix's pulsations.
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Post by 7chickaa7 on Nov 28, 2008 12:23:06 GMT -5
She grunted and shifted under his weight. She smiled as she felt the teasing, and feld her vulva and folds heating up and tingling, now. She was unable to contain the last of her scent, and released it onto the icey ground below. The desire... it was too much. She backed up into him, trying to get him to insert his tool, but she hadn't practice and went to fast and it didn't work.
She felt the teasing, desired more. She let out a shrill whinny. The desire, the heat; so much more than she imagined. She whinnied again, her pulsating finally freezing into a large, open mouth, hot, tingling, and shivering. [/i][/size][/color] |
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