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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 11, 2009 9:41:36 GMT -5
The filly lay flat on her side, drenched in sweat. "Why doesn't he kill me now?!?" Romance thought aloud. A groan escaped her kissers as she heaved. As she flicked her tassles out of the way, the infant's tiara poked out, along with the front hooves. She rose up her head to look, and landed back down on the ground with a thud...[/color][/center] |
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Post by Magic on Apr 18, 2009 23:32:00 GMT -5
Milintica
I am getting so hot. I wanna take my clothes off.
Muscles flexed underneath a glistening pelt. Breaths came in and out quick, fitting the rhythm of his hooves as they crashed down on the dry earth. Little clouds of dust sputtered after each foot-fall.
Milintica shook his tassels as he cantered steadily. Auds twitched about, finally settling forward. A strong scent filled the air as he moved on. The stag continued until he broke through a few tree's and came upon the mare. It was Fire's Romance, birthing the mysterious foal. She was mid-labor, with the head and legs of the offspring slipping slowly out of her. He halted abruptly, taking a few cautious steps back. With a snort, he looked at Romance's mangled, drenched carcass. "How do you say this is the perfect time to tell me who's the father?" He said smugly, with a smirk on his face. "And of course you know by now, that if he were anything close to loyal then he'd be at your side this moment." Milintica laughed, taking advantage of the frail femme. Should he be doing this to her? Maybe he'd be best to leave her alone? Whatever she wanted, he wouldn't know until she spoke. |
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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 18, 2009 23:55:20 GMT -5
The essa heard the stag's pillars killing the grass, burning it as he went by. Romance snorted and stood up, just to be in a different position. "Let's say.." she grunted again, pushing. "that he's looking for fire lady." she replied breathlessly. She heaved again, groaning. Soon, the infant's front half was out, the mother hurriedly tried to get the rest of her daughter out. "What do you want?!" she panted.. [/right] |
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Post by Vel on Apr 19, 2009 0:09:22 GMT -5
Aiden
The Last Fire Lord
Aiden had been pottering around the terra when he happened to catch the scent of two herd members close by. He tunred to left left a bit and follwoed the scent. As he got closer he could identify the equines as Milintica and Romance. He rolled his orbs at the though of Romance. What a little wench.
Aiden snorted and continued forth, deciding to greet them and possibly strike up conversation with Milintica. Romance, he could care less as of now. She was young and stupid.
He halted next to Milintica when he came on scene. He looked to the stag and then to the vixen foaling on the ground. There was that blasted foal and her mother. How he disliked them.
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Post by camino on Apr 19, 2009 10:17:34 GMT -5
Ember
Shawty got looks and shawty got class.
The mare had caught whiff of something vulnerable, and was very tempted to scortch it's rump off. She pushed off at a good hearted canter, but stopped in disguist when she saw what it was. That mare. She smirked at what pain she was in. While Ember was large-hipped and haybellied, she was thin bodied and had the bones of a fawn. She arched her gorgeous neck, and held in a laugh that burned in her throat.
"Hey, lookie here, Aiden. Looks like you've found yourself an heir to your highly-wanted throne. Smirking devilshly, she backed geez. Weren't these they best days of her life? Back in the summer of 69', I guess. No rules. Old school, baby. The way the flames do it. [/color] |
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Post by Magic on Apr 22, 2009 18:46:21 GMT -5
The crimson stag listened to Romance's clue. The second he heard it, it was obvious. The thing was, how could it be? She'd said that he didn't want anyone to know, which added to his suspect. But how? Aiden was much more dignified than that, and it was impossible seeing the two of them actually loving each other.
"Haven't I made it clear what I want?" He paused, then smiled wickedly at her "Now that I know the sire, I'm no longer really needed here.."
Just as Milintica had said that, he heard the hoof-beats of a heavy equine. When the Lord appeared from out of the bushes, the brute decided to stay. Bowing slightly, he glanced over from Romance to Aiden. "What a fine day out?" He spoke lightly, trying to keep his knowledge hidden underneath a blanket of pointless chatter. The patron snorted when Ember loped over. She appeared as sympathetic of Romance as the rest of the equine standing about. When she made the rude remark, Milintica glared hotly at her. Oh well, maybe he'd get lucky and she would die in battle. |
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Post by .r e e d. on May 4, 2009 21:22:12 GMT -5
The essa's temper flailed, bright yellow optics glaring at Milintica, low snarl rippled from her chest. At both, Ember and Milinticia. After a few more moments, the babe was out. The coloured flames going up Firefly's spindly legs were just like her sire's..
Romance smiled motherly. The moment was so fragile, as if you interrupted, the moment would break into a million pieces. Romance began to clean her, nudging the nasty wet sac off. Firefly began stirring, lifting her tiny tiara upward. Her radars back, the offspring struggled to stand.. [/color][/center] NU MUSE!!! Dx |
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Post by Vel on May 12, 2009 15:02:05 GMT -5
Aiden shot a cold glance at Ember for making that smart-arse comment. He was glad the Ember liked to see Romance in some pain, for he was the same way. He hoped birthing that foal hurt Romance, as an extra punishment for tricking him when his mind had been messed with by a bloody Time Horse.
Aiden's crown swung around as Milintica spoke to him. Aiden snorted a short, sardonic laugh. "Yes, a brilliant day. Until Romance and her little git ruined it." he commented, looking at Romance and firefly with disdain. He would kill them both, but they needed all the Zunden they could get so it would be a waste to dispose of them now.
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Post by .r e e d. on May 12, 2009 15:48:56 GMT -5
Cranium snapped up, yellow optics furious. Heavy, pounding steps reached Aiden. 'listen here fuckwad, don't ever fuckin' speak about my foal. otherwise i'll slit your fuckin' throat. you can talk about me, but don't ever talk about her that way, you fuckin' fuckwad.' her snarling words raged towards, and she was serious, she would snap his neck.
With a final glare and slap of her tassles, she reached her offspring again, who was watching this with great instrest. The foal grunted lightly towards her dam. 'by the way, why yall all standin' here? is there something interesting about birth that yall wanna tell me?' growling lyrics, razor glares. Romance was pissed. With a final nuzzle to her babe, scortching flames radiated from the dam's bodice, creating a low wall around her, and Firefly. For the matter, she didn't know why she did that, they were all Zundens.. [/color][/center] |
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Post by Vel on May 12, 2009 16:10:35 GMT -5
Aiden's auds shot up as Romance started yelling at him. His brow lifted a little. He wasn't expecting her to get so angry. His reply was a lock chuckle, dripping with sarcasm. "Sure you will." He glanced from Raomnce to the foal. "Is fuck the only word in your vocabulary?" he asked, a smirk playing on his features. "Now don't be gettin' mad Romance. In fact, I quite like Firefly now that you mention it." he said, tossing his head. Romance then created a ring of fire around her and Firefly. Aiden just roleld his orbs. "y'know Romance, any of us could walk right through that barrier with out a problem. Oh and everyone is here staring, cause they are wondering what I'm going to do to the foal."
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Post by L Y N X ! on May 12, 2009 16:40:32 GMT -5
Aithne [/color][/b][/font] Somebody Call 911, Shawdy Fire Burning on the Dance Floor~[/color]
"You won't kill the poor filly, will you Aiden?" came a vixen's cool voice. The dark crimson colored Zuden made her way over to the gathered group, the flame circle's reflection glowing in her cat-like golden pools. A soft smile pulled on her lips, crown angled towards the lead stallion. "After all, she's pureblood, not to mention your blood runs through her veins. I think its a waste of noble blood, am I correct?" Eye-brows raised above her expectant orbs, kissers frowning slightly as she studied Aiden before looking at the pissed off Romance and the interested filly. She then smiled again. "That's a nice filly you got there. Firefly's her name, I think..? Either way, she'll grow to be a fine one," she praised warmly, with a bob of her fine crown. Black flame-licked pillars shuffled on the grass that had not been burned by Romance's ring, and eboney mane and banner blew gently in the breeze that came through the air.
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Post by Vel on May 12, 2009 18:08:17 GMT -5
Aiden's crown whipped aaround in the other direction as he heard Aithne's cool lyrics. "I wouldn't harm her Aithne." he said to the mare. "But I can't say the same about her dear mother here." he said with a scoff. His auds flicked as Aithne spoke again. "Yes, it would be a waste of blood, but little Firefly will never be the heir of this land." he added. Aiden let out an exasperated sigh as Aithne made her way over to the mare and foal. Why did romance have to do that to him?
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Post by L Y N X ! on May 12, 2009 18:25:09 GMT -5
Aithne [/color][/b][/font] Somebody Call 911, Shawdy Fire Burning on the Dance Floor~[/color]
Aithne flicked her auds, dismissing his first remark. She turned her crown to him again, one eye-brow raised and a soft smirk on her face. "You know, its just a foal. You don't need to overreact about it. Its not if you weren't ever going to have any foals, Aiden. It was bound to happen sooner or later, 'cause most of the bitches here have a thing for you," she snorted, flicking her eboney banner. "I, on the other hand," she added dignantly,"treat you as if you were my leader, nothing more, nothing less. I'd pick a lead vix soon, otherwise the others will be distracted by you when we head off to slaughter the peasents." Orbs blinke wisely, and she gave one nod, smoke puffing out of her nares as she snorted.
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Post by .r e e d. on May 13, 2009 16:29:25 GMT -5
Rage was bubbling over. 'as a matter of fact, aiden, fuck is not the only word in my vocabulary. i also have, \your\, \a\ and \bastard\. does it make any sense? i think it does.' bright yellow optics slitting, the bitch bared her ivories, zeniths on her neck, she gave one final stomp and guided her foal to her under.
'if you got a fuckin problem aiden, tell it to my face. you will not harm me or her you fuckwad.' Hormones raging, she just.. Snapped.. [/center] ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ The babe moves around her dam, smirking cruely at her father. From what she understands, her dam is tired of her sire thinking shit of Romance and herself. As Romance nuzzles her, a ring of flames appear in front of her. Curiously, Firefly peers at from the safety of her dam's barrel. Slowly, it fades. She soon loses intrest as her mother leads her to her milk. Hungrily sucking, zeniths flick, catching the words of the adults. They're talking about her.. [/size][/color][/right] |
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Post by Vel on May 13, 2009 19:42:03 GMT -5
Aiden just smirked at her. "I'm a bastard huh?" he asked comically. "Well, I don't disagree with that one bit." he said with a smirk shaking his head. He knew, in time, he'd forgive the fill for tricking him. Well he would forgive her the amount of forgiveness Zunden give, which was given oh, once in a decade.
Aiden gave another snort of laughter as she continued on with her hormone-driven rant. He then turned his head to Aithne. "Yes, I know Aithne, but not in the way that little Firefly was born." he snorted out, turning his head back to Raomnce and her foal. "Oh, and Romance, I've already stated my problem with you and I'm done with it. And just to let you know, I have nothing at all against Firefly."
Aiden turned his bodice to face Aithne once more. "And I treat you as a herd memeber and nothing more dear Aithne." he added with a smirk. "I best be gettin' off. Leave you some time to cool off a bit Romance. Nice meetin' ya Firefly!" with tthat he trotted off.
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