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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 9, 2009 20:48:37 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
Are We Human, Or Are We Dancers?
Lynx swiveled her auds and glanced as Lassan as well as soon as the ghostly mare left. She shivered violently for a short second, before becoming still again. The vixen just nodded to Lassan's words. She didn't truely hope for Raine to find a good place; she didn't seem like a nice mare at all. But, she thought with a soft sigh,I didn't know her, did I?
The chestnut shook her mane and blinked a few times, scenting the air for a short minute. As far as she was concerned, they were alone. The mare flicked her banner a view times, shuffling her pillars.
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Post by Vel on Feb 10, 2009 19:28:05 GMT -5
Lassan stared off into the distance, lost in his mind. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Lynx's sweet scent reached his nares. His chocolate orbs looked the vixen over, her scent intoxicating him. He flicked his banner a bit nervously as she shuffled in her place. The only thing he could do was touch his maw with hers. He waited to see what she would do. If she pulled away, he would forget it. If she didn't, then it might be a different story.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 10, 2009 19:47:39 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
Are We Human, or Are We Dancers?
The chestnut vixen flicked her curious orbs to Lassan at his gentle touch of his maw. Once she looked him in his chocolate eyes, she understood what was on his mind. Her velvet maw touched to his in return before her tiara dipping towards the slush of mud. The mare took one step forward, watching Lassan with one eye, and raised her banner. Her gaze swept the trees, as if to see Raine appear with a disaproving look. But hadn't she left? Lynx mentally pushed that out of her thoughts for now, and then looked back to the eboney stallion that was half behind her, half at her side. She twitched her auds and waved her banner in a flirty way, smiling softly as she let out a little of her scent, a playful gleam in her eye. "C'mon, then," she said in a soft voice, arching her eye-brow and curving her neck, flaring delicate nostrils. Flirty card.
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Post by Vel on Feb 13, 2009 11:31:55 GMT -5
Lassan smirked as she remained in contact with him. He let out a low whuffle, blowing warm air into her flaing nares. Lassan stamped a front dagger as she arched her grcaeful neck. Lasan made a circle around her and halted at her side. He shuffled closer to her so that his bodice was touching her own. He moved his cron over and started to nuzzle her neck and nibble on her crest.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 13, 2009 17:30:23 GMT -5
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Lynx shivered a little as Lassan nuzzled and nipped her, flicking her banner. She turned her tiara and ran her velvet maw along his upper spine, letting her warm breath against his pelt. Her nares flared, her auds pricked and alert, but her green orbs were gentle and calm, though her bodice quivered every few seconds with excitement. She lulled over her thoughts as she gently groomed the eboney's back, running her pink ribbion across the dirty places were mud still stuck from earlier that day when they raced. She grinned to herself; she wasn't going to let him get away with cheating like that. She'd get him.
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Post by Vel on Feb 24, 2009 17:07:25 GMT -5
Lassan whuffled as her maw slid along his sleek back. He stamped a back dagger when her pink ribbon ran over his boa, cleaning the dirty spots off from their run earlier. Lassan whinned and pulled away from her, trotting over to her otherside and began to nuzzle at her crest. He wanted to take things slow with her.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 24, 2009 18:26:18 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
Are We Human, or Are We Dancers?
The chestnut sensed Lassan's slow movements and reluctance. Once she thought about it, she was thankful that he hadn't went along with it. She needed to prepare; that is, if she didn't back out at the last minute. She made herself slow down again, go back a bit into her shy self, into the shell again. Lynx rested her tail on her rump again. Her maw pulled back and moved the Lassan's mane, nosing around and grooming it with swift licks. She felt more excepted into the herd now, but was still reluctant.
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Post by Vel on Feb 25, 2009 21:05:23 GMT -5
Lassan blew warm air onto her boa, hoping that she could feel it through her still thick fur. Lassan always hated winter fur. It got in the way of everything. Lassan snorted and rested his head on the chestnut's back. He sighed and closed his orbs, just happy to be at peace, even if it was going to last only a few hours. He flicked his banner and lipped at her withers. He wanted her to make the next move, going at her pace, not his.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 26, 2009 16:16:51 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
Are We Humans, or Are We Dancers?
Lynx sighed contently, her auds going back a little. She continued to groom Lassna's neck gently, getting some of the shedding winter coat off to reveal a sleek eboney hide. She glanced at Lassan, who was resting his head on her back. She nudged him on the shoulder gently with her velvet kissers, pricking her ears and flicking her banner, giving him the Okay.
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Post by Vel on Feb 26, 2009 17:26:44 GMT -5
Lassan's orbs opened when he felt Lynx nudge him. He pulled back a bit and looked to her, her auds flicking and her banner lifting. The ebony snorted and trotted around her twice before halting behind her bodice. He reared up and gently mounted on her, moving up a bit so that he was comftorable. He firmly held her barrel and waited, making sure that she was alright with all of this.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 26, 2009 17:58:05 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
Are We Human, or Are We Dancers?
Lynx snorted at Lassan's sudden weight, but other-wise did nothing. She wasn't those peppy, flirty mares that teased stallions into breeding with them. She just waited for one to come to her without all that. The vixen shifted her pillars to where she can support the stag, flaring her delicate nares. She was fine of what he was doing, relaxed mostly except a little bit of nerve. She ran her ribbion on his hock once, then shaking her mane.
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Post by Vel on Feb 26, 2009 19:14:08 GMT -5
Lassan bobbed his head and slowly moved himself i nher, wanting to savour every moment of it. He slwoly pulled out and repeated himself. He rested his crown on her crest and nibbled at her mane. He flicked his banner and whinnied softly into her audits.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 26, 2009 19:41:52 GMT -5
&&&.Lynx
Are We Human, or Are We Dancers?
Lynx shivered a little as he moved in and out of her, flicking her auds as he whinnied into them. She nickered softly in reply, flaring her nares. She nipped gently as his left shoulder, barely able to touch him because she didn't want his crown to slip. She flicked her banner against his back legs, though keeping it held up high to make things easier for the stud.
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Post by Vel on Mar 2, 2009 16:43:22 GMT -5
Lassan was glad that teh vixen was not pulling away from him. He was frightened of that when he first mounted the dainty bella. Lassan robs flicked to his shoulder as he felt a slight nip on his ebony coat. He smiled at Lynx when he saw her turned crown. He let out a soft whicker and released himself in her for the first time. He became a bit rougher as her banner tickled his hind pillars.
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Post by L Y N X ! on Mar 2, 2009 17:01:17 GMT -5
&&.Lynx
Are We Human, or Are We Dancers?
Lynx flared her nares and snorted softly as the roughness came more common, but she did not mind much of this. She scraped a pillar across the dirt a little, absently flicking her tail on one side so she would not interfere. She shivered in pleasure, moaning softly.
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