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Post by tainted on Jan 21, 2009 22:06:41 GMT -5
Blankets of crisp, white snow enveloped the whole valley, bright in the morning's sun; it shined brighter than ever it seemed, glaring off the new-fallen snow. Large and blue-toned, the sky stretched over everything, swallowing them up whole. Trees were weighed down by the weight of the snow, but a few of the pine trees were showing a flash or two of green, contrasting against the white. Rolling hills and mountains towered, casting a few dark shadows over the valley. Only a slight, cool breeze moved over the frozen winter land.
Dainty black hooves produced muffled thuds as they connected with the ground, snow coming barely past the black ankle. Her tail held high and mane swishing in the wind, she pondered over the new surroundings. Sun shone on the dark, russet-toned hide of the tall bay mare. For most of her life, she's been a rogue, living wherever she could, being chased away and unwanted. This mare was no sweetheart, just pure evil. She was tainted, and that was she was called; Tainted. She stayed steady at at trot, stepping high and purposefully.
Giving a little buck, she gracefully molded into gallop, going as fast as her long, Thoroughbred body would allow. Sharply turning left, she skidded and then darted forward again, bracing her legs so that she was completely stopped. She shook herself and let out a snort, her sides heaving.
Now she continued, her nose in the air, scenting for other horses. She had come here for a purpose. To be claimed. Tainted was unsure if any fine stallion would want a moody mare like her, but she'd try anyway. This mare, although beautiful on eh outside, was not so beautiful on the inside. Stopping, she raised her head and let out a long whinny, her ears pricked for an answering call.
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 4, 2009 23:56:15 GMT -5
The tag had been searching the land for new members. The herd needed it. Even though with his newly dubbed land and streched teritory, it could hold alot. His optics searhed the land to find a tall bay vixen. His tall, black friesan bod moved towards her in a flouid movement, his eep ruby optics staring her down. A TB, she seemed to be. And dark, at that. Perfect. Another strong warrior for his herd. The black stag's curly bannar fell to the earth, dragging about an inch. He pproached, body tensed, his ruby optics unforgiving, fiery and deep like the pits of hell. "Ello miss. May I ask thou's calling? I am Quixtant, God of Valle Nera Di Morte. You're here to be claimed, eye?" he asked, snorting...
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Post by tainted on Feb 11, 2009 21:34:27 GMT -5
OOC: I'm probably not much fun to RP with.. Sorry for that. I'm just not used to the terms 'banner' and 'orbs,' and stuff like that, but I'm learning. Sorry for the crappy post! Snowflakes flowed downward, fanning out before settling on the frozen white ground. Dainty ebony hooves danced slowly, carrying the vixen around the valley, narrow muzzle positioned skyward. Nostrils flared, drawing in scents; pine here, stale rabbit trace there. Wait.. Swinging her large barrel around, she stopped; delicate ears pricked, legs braced, completely alert. Black stag approached, banner near the snow-laden ground. Quickly regaining her smooth, she willed dark hooves to carry herself toward the fine stag, but stopped a few feet away. Dark marbles searched fine material, then wandered.
"Ello miss. May I ask thou's calling? I am Quixtant, God of Valle Nera Di Morte. You're here to be claimed, eye?" he asked, snorting...
Settling into a relaxed position, she snorted, flipping her black banner in the air to partially cover her marbles. Tilting her head at him, she swished her tail. "Well, now. That is all very interesting. To you, I am Tainted." Fire surged in the vixen's veins now, and she stepped forward a pace, head held proudly. "Claimed? I guess. But by whom? Surely not a stag like you." Though she tried to ruffle the stag, deep feeling burned within her; the stag intrigued her, and she wanted him. She knew that she'd happily let him claim her, but it was in her dark disposition to be difficult.
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 11, 2009 21:46:04 GMT -5
Ruby optics rolled, "Perhaps you do not kow my alliance. Evil. And my land translated in english, for thou who can't understand italian. Death's Black Valley. Tainted, I'm gladly to leave you here. I present you a home. May you take it?" emotionless lyrics hit the cold air. Black and curly bannar grabbed the snow as he rested his weight on hie hind pillar. Puffs exhaled from his nares. I'll tnslate
Bannar: Tail
Dreads: Mane
Optics/orb: Eyes
Harks/radars: Ears
Pillars/towers/daggars: Legs
Barrel: Middle, torso
Crest: Neck
Flower: [cough.. Hrm, I think you know this one.
Sorreh, no muse... XD
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Post by tainted on Feb 11, 2009 22:45:45 GMT -5
OOC: Thanks! lol..
IC:
Finely chiseled head tilted, banner falling out of the vixen's marbles; she was puzzled by the stag's response. Dancing closer, she was now merely a breadth's length away from the stag's dark muzzle. Soft, sing-song voice moved quietly through barely-parted lips, traveling to his ebony ears. "You offer me shelter, but do you want me?" Fire raked through her veins. She was pleased that this stag was of a dark alliance, but not of his oh-so-kindly manner. Daring to be bold, well, normal for her, she stretched her crest, bringing her own dark muzzle inches away from his.
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 16, 2009 18:10:53 GMT -5
The stag smirked evily. "Of course, I offer you a home."
His own muzzle twisted foward, almost touching her's. "Whose to say I don't?" he whispered, cool, fresh carbon dioxide blowing over her nares. He pulled away. No. He shouldn't be doing this. Hell, no one was here to see it, so who cares? His black towers took him in circles around the donna. Ebony maw traced her spine delicately. Ruby optics stared at her emotionless. He exhaled quietly. "Tainted." he let this name rest on his ribbon. [/color]
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Post by tainted on Feb 18, 2009 18:11:20 GMT -5
OOC: I'm actually quiting another site I'm on a lot, so I should be able to be here and RP more.. =]]
He spoke, and then breathed on her; she closed her marbles, enjoying them moment. As he pulled away, she opened them again, wondering. The stag semed to think a moment, and then seemed not to care. He danced around her, and Tainted sighed softly, watching his every movement. His muzzle worked along her spine, and she shivered invoulentarily, but didn't move.
Quietly he spoke her name, and now she moved. Gracefully she turned, so that she was facing him. Stepping forward, she put a velvet ebony muzzle forward, blowing sweet breath gently on his face. Walking forward more, she nibbled lightly at his mane, and them brushed her muzzle softly down his back. She reached his hind end and then swung wide. She walk in a circle once, twice around the fine stag before stopping. Her dark marbles locked on him as through parted lips she moaned, "Quixtant."
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Post by .r e e d. on Feb 25, 2009 22:09:00 GMT -5
Ebony harks twitched. Black pillars took him to her side, ribbon running down her middle. Facing her, sweet breath flowed over her. "Babe, I want you.." he whispered in her hark, running his parted kissers down her crest. Ebonite bannar swaying to his hocks..[/color]
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Post by tainted on Feb 28, 2009 17:43:45 GMT -5
Teh black stag seemed to dance until he stood before the donna, grand and beautiful. He breathed on her, adn she drank his scent as it caressed her form, sedducing her mind. Babe, I want you.. Her heart fluttered for a breif moment, and her calm marbles searched his. "And I, you," she whispered through parted black maw. His parted kissers moved down her neck, and she whinnied softly, her soul reaching to his in the moment. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Mar 18, 2009 21:14:48 GMT -5
The stag let out his breath, only to enhale her sweet scent. Intoxicating. "Shall we go?" he purred. He hadn't loved anyone like this before. Never. Not even Tightrope. Who knows what might become of his herd? Nobody knew. Yes, he did fear for his other love. Being with twins... [/color][/center] No muse. D:
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Post by tainted on Mar 27, 2009 7:16:08 GMT -5
OOC: Sorreh! I haven't been able to get on and I've been really busy lately. Time for a new post! =P Finally.
Dark, black donna danced in place, "Yes, we should go." Black dreads were caught in the wind and scent upwards, fluttering and then fanned out again, setting softly at her shoulder; banner did the same, streaming out behind her and brushing around her hocks. Soon she would be going to her new home, the home of the one she loved. She didn't know what she'd find there, how the others would treat her. After all, this was a herd of dark alliance. But the dark donna new that she;d be able to hold her ownn, maybe befriend a few of the others. |
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