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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Apr 21, 2009 13:49:57 GMT -5
MARTINI ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I've never been anywhere cold as you. Martini trotted into the large meadow, she wasn't really sure where she was, but she wasn't lost, definitly not lost. The grey colored mare walked farther and farther into the large open grass meadow. A strange feeling fell upon the mare, and a knot formed in her stomach, this place gave her a bad feeling. She wasn't scared, it just made her feel uneasy. The large mare continued to push forward, hopefully she would be out of this land soon. The land seemed so, so empty. The meadow was beautiful though, but Martini hated it since it was bright and sunny. She squished a patch of flowers under her large hoof as she continued to march toward the nearest forest. |
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Post by KatiieColours on Apr 21, 2009 14:04:52 GMT -5
Ebony daggers struck the floor in a powerful, regular rhythm, creating a rumble throughout the otherwise calm soil. An impressive stallion was moving swiftly in an magnificent trot, his thick, muscular neck arched and his coal black banner sweeping along the dusty ground stirring a cloud of earth behind his mighty hind legs. Oscurità made his way across the grassy lands of the breeding grounds, his cold, staring, steel grey orbs scanning the horizon for his next victim. Seeing nobody he slid to a stop, his large hooves cutting into the hard soil as easily as a knife into butter, creating huge craters in the otherwise perfect ground. Standing on his strong, two hind legs, he struck out at the still air with thick, dark legs, and allowed a challenging scream to screech out through parted, velveteen kissers. The sound was immense; it echoed throughout the gnarled trees, the sound so magnificent it seemed to continue onwards and never diminish.
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Apr 21, 2009 14:15:00 GMT -5
MARTINI ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I've never been anywhere cold as you. Martini was startled by a scream from another horse. The sound seemed to echo for awhile then all grew calm again. The Grey colored mare thought this must be his land, and I am Trespassing? Martini stomped her dagger impatiently and whinnied, her scream echoing a few moments. She began walking in the direction of where she heard the other equine. |
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Post by KatiieColours on Apr 21, 2009 14:34:20 GMT -5
A feminine whinny passed Oscurità's sensitive, dark ears just as his coal black hooves made contact with the floor, creating a slight tremor. A sneer tugged at the corner of his kissers as he thought to himself, “Well well well, what have we here? Another senseless victim.” Chuckling mercilessly he moved himself into an impressive canter, his footfalls almost silent as they beat the tough soil. Moving effortlessly through the tight gaps between the trees he arched his muscular neck and lowered his wide crown to the earth, taking in the surrounding scents. “Ooohh, a mare” he cooed crudely, as he caught the aroma of her floral scent, his eyes flickering menacingly with excitement and his coat showing red undertones in the sunlight that filtered throughout the thick leaves. Reaching the edge of the small group of thick tree-trunks, his cold orbs flashed around, quickly re-adjusting to the sudden, harsh daylight. Frowning he creased his forehead: he preferred the dark. Suddenly his orbs flashed to a petite mare that stood in the centre of the opening, and he allowed his perverted eyes to stalk over her pretty features. Swiftly he converted his eyes to a more, “warm” setting and slowed to a elegant walk, rapidly closing the distance between them. Allowing his deep, husky voice to cross the distance between them, he spoke falsely, “Hello there, I am Oscurità. Who may you be?”
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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 21, 2009 17:02:12 GMT -5
Ebony daggars pounded the hard earth, curled bannar and dread flowing behind the friesian bastard. One of his mares was missing, and yes, he was looking for her. The scream of a stag entered his midnight radars, the reply of his mare answered. Ruby pools swept the area for his bitch, and the bastard who challenged. His own raging scream covered the surroundings, pounding marbles flattening the vegitation that had dared to grow. Quixtant's ruby pools picked out the ebony and Martini. "Don't you touch her, bastard." his own, velvet lyrics reaching the audits of the other stag. Quixtant could tell, of course, he was much larger than Oscurita. The other's words were false, so very fake. Without warning, or any second thoughts, he struck out with his front daggars. If the blow was to hit its target, it would be just enough to stun him."Martini, run. Or atleast get a good distance behind me."[/b][/size][/center] |
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Post by KatiieColours on Apr 22, 2009 9:52:23 GMT -5
Oscurità flattened his dark ears to his crown, a low rumble escaping from his magnificent chest as his cold, emotionally detached eyes scanned the surroundings like a hawk looking for it's prey. He raised his velvet muzzle to the gentle wind, inhaling deeply. A stag. Hearing powerful hoof beats to the south, he rapidly swung his masculine, muscular haunches that way and watched, his sparkling orbs seeing all. A handsome stag strode in, entirely black, and he looked more than a little pissed. A menacing chuckle escaped Oscurità’s kissers, and the mere sound sent a chill to all those who heard; it’s crude melody sang throughout the bright opening, a noise so chilling the air seemed to become cold, and a harsh wind ripped through the grass, stirring leaves that blanketed the floor. As the other stallion spoke -obviously attempting to claim back what was his - Oscurità just watched him, c ocking his attractive head to one side and rolling his dull eyes, quite unmoved. Sighing, he spoke confidently, “She had every chance to run away, and we hadn’t done anything yet, so don’t go getting yourself all het up there.” he sn iggered, empathising the “yet”. As the other stallion approached, Oscurità began to realise that this stallion meant business. He still kept his care-free attitude, staring boldly into the other stag’s eyes. When the stallion struck out, quite unexpectedly, Oscurità jumped backwards with ease, the stallion’s dark dagger missing his hard as rock chest by a extremely small distance. “Is that all you got?” he laughed: the other stallion may be bigger, and stronger, but Oscurità was incredibly fast, which helped during a fight. Yawning, Oscurità stared back at the other stallion and only then did the adrenaline start to race round his body, his pulse quickening and excitement creeping into his normally dead eyes.
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Apr 22, 2009 10:08:53 GMT -5
MARTINI ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I've never been anywhere cold as you. Martini saw another figure come galloping into the meadows. Pretty quickly the figure reached her and the other stag. "Don't you touch her, bastard." Martini knew where she was now, it had to be the breeding grounds, she didn't mean to come her, she was out walking around and she happened to come here. She was now pretty mad at herself for accidentaly coming here. "Martini, run. Or at least get a good distance behind me." Martini quickly spun around and cantered in the opposite direction, which was directly behind Quixtant. After she was about 200 yards away she stopped, and looked over her shoulder at the two stags. She let out a sigh and stood there watching. Her heart beat fast inside her chest cavity, and her breathing began to slow now that she had stopped running. The warm summer air filled her nostrills as she took a deep breath, she feared that Quixtant would get hurt, and it would be all her fault, she would never forgive herself. "I'm sorry..." The mare whispered, hanging her head. She slowly turned her body around and watched the fight between the stags, she wanted to do something, but she couldn't. She had gotten herself into this mess, and she wanted to get herself out of it, but she didn't know how to. |
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Post by KatiieColours on Apr 22, 2009 10:57:51 GMT -5
Without a seconds warning Oscurità turned on his haunches, muscles ripping underneath his dark pelt, and set out at a gallop towards the mare. He caught up instantly, and with one last glimpse back at the stallion he sneered crookedly and then turned his cold gaze back towards the mare. “Ooh, we are a pretty little thing aren’t we” he cooed seductively, as he ran his velvet maw down her petite frame, his breath cool on her spine. His tall frame easily shadowed her own small one, and he felt a comforting rush of power as he took another bold step towards her. Again he ran his soft muzzle down her back, goose bumps appearing where he had touched his skin against hers. Chucking excitedly he extended his pace into an extravagant trot, and circled around her, so quickly she could barely keep up. With a bitter edge to his voice he spoke, “Now then my dear, how did you accidentally find your way into the breeding grounds, hmm? Is there something missing back at home?[/color]” he gestured to the other stallion, leering. Taking another step closer he brushed his side with hers, inhaling her sweet fragrance, their quivering bodies barely a centimetre apart.[/size][/color]
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Apr 22, 2009 12:04:14 GMT -5
MARTINI ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I've never been anywhere cold as you. Martini was surprised to see the stag right beside her. Her heart began pounding in her chest cavity. She was afraid, she wasn't sure what to do. She cried out for Quixtant. "Quixtant!" She screamed. The stag began circling her which made her feel very uneasy. "I..I was out walking around..and I got..Lost..." She said quietly, her voice trembling slightly. The stag cool breath sent a shiver up her spine. she couldn't belive how much trouble she got in for just wandering around. She held her breath and gasped slighlty as the stag brushed up against her side. She closed her eyes tightly, then opened them and darted in the direction of Quixtant, and the timber. She knew there was a slim chance she would make it, but she had to try something, she wasn't going to give up without a fight. |
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Post by KatiieColours on Apr 22, 2009 13:59:05 GMT -5
A malevolent sn igger flew from harsh kissers as he launched himself forward like a tiger pouncing, catching up with the mare within a couple of seconds. He slid to a stop in front of her, dirt scattering, and cut her off in her path. “Where do you think you’re going, sunshine? No one runs away from me.” An angry scowl suddenly flashed across his handsome face, and he jumped forwards and tried to bite her underneath her neck. He then continued to saunter forwards carelessly, nuzzling down her soft mane, breathing coolly on her spine and stopping as he got to her haunches. Inhaling intensely he closed his eyes and murmured, “Mmm, sweet..[/color]” He stepped further forwards, biting at her silky tail to try and get her to raise it. “You know you want it bitch”[/color] he spat harshly at her, his eyes flashing darkly as crude thoughts flashed through his wicked mind.[/color][/size]
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Post by .r e e d. on Apr 22, 2009 15:59:54 GMT -5
The friesian was beyond pissed off. Auds flat 'gainst his muscular neck, his raging scream quieted the almost always cheering cry of the island birds. Ruby optics a fire, pounding daggars were yards away, yet they covered the distance in a mere time.
Again, his attack was unexcepted, quick and cunning. Scars on the midnight bastard's coat showed that he was, indeed, a devil. Without any warning what so ever, Quixtant launched himself at the other stag. His chest rippling with a snarl, he would make sure the other bitch made sure he had never layed eyes on his mare. "don't you call her bitch, you ball-less gelding!!"[/b][/size][/center] |
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Apr 22, 2009 18:09:24 GMT -5
MARTINI ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I've never been anywhere cold as you. Martini was relieved to see Quixtant cantering toward her. She didn't dare run away this time, if she did the brute would chase after her. Her heart still beat fast within her chest cavity. She slightly smiled when Quixtant stood up for her. She nervously took a step away from the brute and toward Quixtant. She didn't want anything to happen to him, nor herself, but she would rather herself be injured than him. She got herself into this mess and she didn't want him to get hurt because of her. [/color] |
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Post by KatiieColours on Apr 23, 2009 9:28:12 GMT -5
The cruel stallion laughed mercilessly, highly amused by all this gameplay. Rolling cold eyes, he looked back to quickly see the stallion strike out, but this time he was less lucky. A powerful hoof struck him square in the chest, a deep gash appearing where the rim of his dark dagger had slashed at his chest. Oscurità looked down at his muscular chest, snorting with laughter as crimson flowed freely from the cut. “Well, that IS a surprise. I was told I’d bleed black” sn iggering he turned to face the mare, winking cheekily. He didn’t feel the pain of the wound, only the cold trickle of blood at it wove it’s way down his front legs, small droplets staining the grass. Sighing, he spoke loudly, “So then, what are we going to do next?[/color]”. He began side-stepping one way, and then the other, taking strides forwards and then backwards, confusing his target and making him unaware of when he was going to send his attack. He had just taken a step backwards when he made his move; throwing a coal black dagger at the other stallion’s chest, his attack fast as lightning.[/color][/size]
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Apr 23, 2009 10:29:01 GMT -5
MARTINI ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• I've never been anywhere cold as you. The grey colored female watched in horror as the two stags fought. The cruel brute was hit in the chest by Quixtant making crimson colored liquid come from his chest, and drip down his large leg. The brute started moving around trying to confuse his target. Martini hated to see this, she didn't want Quixtant to get hurt, she quickly ran in front of him just about the time the stag struck out. She wouldn't watched her beloved lord be harmed. The blow from the brute struck her square in the shoulder. She would surely be bruised, and now she had a gash in her shoulder, it wasn't as bad as it looked, but it hurt like hell. She closed her eyes tightly and tried not to cry out in pain. She looked around and the woods weren't far away, maybe she could make it to the woods in time. After the stag struck her she ran as fast as she could toward the woods. She wasn't afraid for herself anymore, she was hoping the stag followed her and left Quixtant alone. She was at the edge of the woods and she franticly looked for an escape route. She began dodging trees and ducking under low hanging branches, only to find it led to another meadow. The next forest was pretty far away, all she could do now was try to fight him off, but that wouldn't do her much good, he was bigger, faster, and stronger, but she was smaller and more agile. Maybe she could tire him out then make it to the woods. She turned to face the woods she had just gone through and watched for the stag to come out of the woods. |
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Post by KatiieColours on Apr 23, 2009 10:53:47 GMT -5
“Stupid, stupid little girl. Where do you think you’re going?”[/color] he snarled maliciously, throwing his weight forwards as he began to chase her. Being extremely quick, Oscurità was soon on her heels, but her being smaller enabled her to be able to weave in and out of the trees much more easily. A growl erupted from his large chest, and he pounced over a fallen log to corner her off just as they escaped from the forest. Standing in front of her he shadowed her petite frame with his own large one, scowling cruelly as he stared into her pretty eyes. A rumble flew from his parted lips as he hissed, “Don’t even bother trying to run, I’ll only catch you and it’ll be much worse for you, and your pretty little boyfriend. Now then, I think I’m going to enjoy this…”[/color]. Walking forwards he stalked her body with his tainted eyes, practically drooling about her small bodice. He roughly nuzzled at her back, biting if she even dared to move, stopping as he reached her soft tail. His breathing accelerated as the adrenaline in his blood increased, and he blew his cold breath onto her folds, leering spitefully.[/size]
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