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Post by Wildfire on Sept 12, 2009 20:52:08 GMT -5
Bess~
The femme stepped from Allevare unsatisfied. Of all the stories she'd heard of such a place, it held no excitement for her. A while back she had crossed her brother's scent with another mare. Apparently he had gotten lucky. She chuckled to herself darkly. Feather-light foot falls fell upon the soft emeralds of Belle Valle. The land here was gorgeous. Perhaps even better than her homelands, but only by a little bit. Her rich appaloosa pelt stood out strikingly against the mossy shades of the forest she emerged from, ice blue occs sweeping the horizon before her. Out beyond she could see where the land met the waters, nares scented the faint smell of salt off in the distance. But the smell that dominated her senses was that of other equines. This place was nothing like Allevare. Somehow it was much more peaceful. Peaks flitted about, listening for the telltale signs of another equine's presence. A musical call let loose, traveling like a wave around her, beckoning any searching equines towards her. [/left][/font] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 14, 2009 20:03:07 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° The large yearling of Inferno su Terra was grazing on the grasses of Bella Velle considering whether or not to give up on today’s pursuit for new members and head back to his newly inherited homelands. Perhaps, it was a good thing he did not give up for a new scent was wavering into his nares as a lone mare wandered around. She had the stink of the breeding lands tainting her and curiosity got the better of the young hellion. He wondered if she was in foal now. He wondered if she was claimed. No distinct scent reached him to tell him that she had been claimed or impregnated. As he neared the mare, Orpheus let a soft grunt leave his throat. His icy orbs inspected the mare curiously. She sure was a pretty thing, and he certainly could not tell a particular scent to say she was claimed. He would be hers by the end of the night – he just wondered how he would have to go about this one. Orpheus knew how to play nice, but he was more than willing to go the complete opposite way as well.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° word-count;; [192]
'O°C | | hope you don’t mind Orpheus having a go at claiming her |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 15, 2009 12:46:47 GMT -5
Bess~
No sooner had her siren filled the air, than she heard a grunt behind her. For once her nares had failed her, the wind had been blowing opposite his direction and she had not picked up on his heady scent until she saw him. Bodice maneuvered so that she faced him. He was a handome colored paint mix. Orbs held that wild and crazed look of a dark, yet he was young. Probably around a year old she guessed. Her own feral occs gazed back at him. The breeze carried on from behind her in his direction, her tail sticking to one of her hind legs. She was close enough to catch more of his scent, though. He smelled of many equines. Probably his herd. It was no scent she recognized. Dome tipped forward slightly, a light smile playing around the corners of her velvets. Hello, pixie-like vocals playing for him. I am called Bess. Her greeting finished, she began to ponder his presence here. She was unsure as to whether or not he was a lead searching for members or simply out on the prowl. Lyri went no further, however, as she waited for his name in return.
//ooc: not at all, i was actually going to see if you wanted to post since you're back[/left][/font] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 16, 2009 18:54:38 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° A curt smirk slithered its way upon Orpheus’s chapped maw. Even if it was momentary, he saw a slight shock in her face – she had not scented him. That wouldn’t make a normal horse so delighted, but Orpheus certainly was not normal. He had persuaded the wind to blow against him, his bodice having been slightly heated from a previous run. It was only all too enjoyable that it had also kept the mare in the dark for a moment. Even if just for a moment, he had been veiled in mystery and the feeling pleased him well. He did not want others to ever know what to expect of him for if they did they had a chance at defeating him. And, Orpheus would not be defeated.
Sadistic mindset aside, the young stallion dipped his crown in a bow that one would have to question whether was genuine or mocking. As his head dipped low, icy orbs remained ever focus on Bess. His orbs were boring through her almost, malicious tint to them.
“Bess,” he contemplated the name as he rose from his bow. “Well then, Miss Bess, how nice it is to meet you.” The stag took a step forward, his neck swaying towards the mare leaving his chapped muzzle inches from her own. His hot breath stung the cool autumn air as he stood still, curious as to what she would do next. Orpheus had come from a situation where he was previously a bit flustered; that was the very reason he had come out here. He had been frustrated and needed to vent. Running had not helped and there had been no other equines to dispute with, that was until dear Bess came along. With a quick snort, the hellion shot his head back and held it high before c.ocking it slightly and speaking once more, “my name is Orpheus, perhaps you have heard of me?” A hoarse guffaw left his throat as he shook his crown. He was certain that if the mare had heard anything at all, the words would not have been good. Orpheus was only well-known by his family and his herd mates. Most of his herd mates had never left the territory and, well, his family would not have nice tidings about the colt.
“What would bring such a female out alone, hm? You reek of the breeding grounds.” He shot another snort before continuing, “Surely your lover did not toss you out after his fling, eh? Or, perhaps you just didn’t get a catch this time around and came here to sulk?” Orpheus let another smirk arch his kissers before taking a few steps back. He decided to leave it at that and watch the mare for her reaction. The taunting words alone had been enough to vent some of his stress and reassure him of his dark roots, but he had decided he would be taking this mare back home with him. It would be her choice on how peacefully things went down. He had no intention on hurting her, unless she refused him what he sought.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° And if I sink to the bottom,
Would you save me? iNSPiRATiON; [t0 th3 b0tt0m] [by n3v3r 3n0u6h] word-count; ; [518] ' O°C | | Things worked out terrifically then! Oh, I got a muse boost on this post. –huggles Orpheus- I am truly falling in love with this little mad man. <3[/size] |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 17, 2009 17:47:48 GMT -5
Bess~
Lids creased around her lightly painted occs. She sensed a slightly mocking tone when he spoke, but let it slip lightly off her haunches. He moved closer, enough for her to reach out and meet his sweated pelt, but she held back, reigning in her curiosity. He'd obviously been galloping recently. The heat that radiated from his muscled form told her so. Nares analyzed his scent once more, breathing in his rich perfume. Orpheus. His much deeper vocals settled in her drums. He had seemed confident that she would know who he was. And maybe he was popular with the ladies that usually lingered around these parts, but certainly not her. Especially since she had only arrived recently. Sorry to disappoint, but I haven't heard of you before. But maybe that was what he wanted? A smirk displayed on her facade. His male bravado was obviously coming out and Bess found it amusing.
Her darker side emerging, voice sounded in an answer to his question about her presence here and her obvious smell of the breeding grounds. Just doing a bit of looking around. The breeding grounds were much more of a disappointment than how I had believed them to be. Immediately stepping foot onto Isola Dei Dei, she had naturally gravitated toward the lands which she had wandered before her arrival. Her youth had been corrupted at the tender age of one and a half and her actions now proved that it had altered her entirely. Home, she wasn’t exactly known for her “lighter” side, as if she even had one. Orbs rolled at the words sulk. She never sulked, Just looking for more action, believe me when I say that I don't sulk. Perhaps the one sulking would be you? The vix was sensitive to the emotions of others. And this yearling was clearly bothered by something that had happened to him. It wasn't until he had come closer that she picked up on his need to be away from whatever had gone down before hand.
//ooc: i'm beginning to like his character too. he's cute, but evil at the same time[/left][/font] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 18, 2009 2:28:12 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° “Ah, you haven’t heard of me,” he murmured, his voice reflecting a hint of being provoked, as if he was deep in thought over her words. As he seemed to ponder, Orpheus took a few steps forward and to the left of the mare. He brushed past her with his barrel touching hers just barely. His neck reached towards her back when he stopped – his withers aligned with her rump. His muzzle roughly nudged her back, inhaling her warm scent before giving a light snuff into the mare’s soft pelt. “Well, you might not have heard of me, but I promise, you shan’t forget me.” A coarse chuckle left his throat once again before he began pacing until he had made a complete revolution of the mare and was once more at her head.
“Disappointed yet not sulking, well aren’t you something,” he lulled out, eyes rolling accordingly. A sudden spark of rage flashed through him as she referred to his former encounter. Although she knew nothing of what had happened, she seemed to notice that he was flustered over something. His icy orbs were narrowed momentarily, but what came from his mouth was not a lashing and he showed no other signs of aggression. Instead, he said, “I will have you know, real stallions do not sulk. We vent.” He then took a rash step forwards, his head jutting forward as he whispered into her ears, “though, I have yet to vent all that rage.” Another smirk lay upon his maw as Orpheus lowered his lips attempting to bestow the mare with a few nibbles on the cheek.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Savor the moment cause the memory's fleeting.
Take a photograph, as the last train is leaving. iNSPiRATiON; [easy target] [by blink182] word-count; ; [269] ' O°C | | -squeals- I know, riiight?! xD[/size] |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 18, 2009 14:15:10 GMT -5
Bess~
My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Baby 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my
Liquid pools followed him as he slowly approached her from the left. His sleek pelt brushed hers, leaving an electric current tingling beneath her appaloosa pelt. His nares touched against her hindquarters. She didn't doubt that she wouldn't forget this fiery hunter. Kissers reached out, grazing his flank as he moved past her, completing his circle. One brow rose at his comment, a playful smirk lingering on her features. You would consider yourself a real stallion then? A light chuckle rose up in her pipe. I supose I'll have to take your word for it.
Harks rotated toward his vocals, again she chuckled at his choice of words. There was no doubt that he still held his frustrations. The tension in his features and pelt said so. I just might know of an outlet for you... a spark flickered in her occs, but only if you show me that you deserve it. Tail brushed her hindquarters, spreading her floral scent and revealing to what she was hinting at. You think you're stallion enough? Despite his young age, he was acting more like a grown up stag. His searching muzzle found her cheek, tickling it with his whiskers. Her own lips brushed lightly against his shoulder, relishing its warmth. [/left] You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't want to wake up from you [/color][/font] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 18, 2009 14:53:24 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Orpheus’s ears flickered forward and back with each passing word from the mare’s lips; he could smell her floral scent as it permeated the air. His features twisted into a look of pure cynical pleasure as he slowly pulled his crown back. His eyes narrowed slightly, although not in a devious fashion – it was more like a sinister stare, perhaps even slightly demeaning. “Oh, is it I that needs to show my worth?” He snorted as he pulled back another few paces from the mare. His pipe released to the air, showing the mare that she would most likely get what she sought after. Despite the eagerness his body showed for the mare, Orpheus did not advance at her just yet.
“Perhaps I should let you know how this will go down, love,” he hissed out the last word with eyes lighting up slightly. “I will take you up on your offer to vent my rage, but I don’t think I am going to need to show you my worth.” With a slight snort, he trotted forward, leaning his crown against hers – the flat of his face against hers completely. “I promise you’ll have a good time if you cooperate, but we aren’t going to play anymore games. No more teasing from you; you just be a good little filly and go along for the ride, alright?” It was obvious Orpheus was not really asking, he would take what she offered regardless of if she initially saw him worthy. Pulling back from the mare, he studied her features, curious as to how this was going to go down. He liked Bess thus far, but he would also get what he wanted from her – he didn’t predict she would quarrel too much. The mare seemed eager for the mating anyhow.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Not another word sweetheart…
nothing is perfect, but it has to be someday. iNSPiRATiON; [To Trixie and Reptile, Thanks for Everything] [by CHiODOS] word-count; ; [299] [/size] |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 18, 2009 17:08:02 GMT -5
Bess~
My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Baby 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my
His expression changed, but it hadn't shocked her. She'd seen it many a time on the dark stags she'd mated with. In fact it had probably been etched on her own features once in a while. Gaze followed him as he paced away, his pipe dangling down below. Tail lifted as she turned around, her flower winking at him. A stream of perfume was let loose in his direction, and she turned around again to face him, listening intently to his vocals, a smug smile dazzling her facade. His cranium pressed up against hers, their forms symmetrical, as if one was standing in front of a mirror.
She had no complaints at his demands, though it bothered her somewhat that he was telling her what to do. Believe me, you won't have any trouble with me, love. She played back the word, emphasising it as he had. And I'm no little filly either. Her tone wasn't defiant, simply stating a fact she'd come to understand early on. Her youth had been filled with the life of an adult mare, breeding had become a common occurance. I'm sure I won't disappoint. The playful edge had returned to her lyri.
Figure stepped forward as he had, brushing up against his side. Velvets lipped at the base of his tail, trailing across his backside. her banner shifted to the side, whipping up so that it lay sprawled across the hide of his back. Maw drifted south, stopping at his underbelly. Her nares scented his sword. Dial popped back up again, boa curling into a perfect arch. Hooves pranced rhythmically on the soft ground. This was what she had been waiting for. Allevare was now the farthest thing from her mind, all she cared about now was the hunter at her side. The vixen nickered deep in her throat, whiskered lips reaching out to meet his flank once more. [/left] You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't want to wake up from you [/color][/font] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 18, 2009 23:59:15 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Nares and lips alike quivered as the mare continued to entice him with her sweet perfume. Her words pleased him fairly enough after he ignored her matter-of-fact statement and playback name-calling, but Orpheus had no problem ignoring her words when he replaced them with his thoughts. If he were so selfish and cruel as his thoughts, the mare had little chance of walking away unharmed – surely he was not so cruel though. He had his uncertainty on how the ensuing breeding would fair on either of them when it all came to an end.
The stag allowed the mare to bestow lippings across his back, and he could hardly say he minded her investigation of his tool either. He did take the time to arch his own neck towards the mare, muzzle harshly pressing into her flower. The colt probed her with very little care in being gentle as his nostrils further took in her aroma. Pulling his nose up just barely the colt landed his kissers upon her spot, lips parting to lull his tongue into the mare. The taste left on his tongue placed a new urgency within him to mate with the mare. His body tingled with anticipation, and he waited no further in moving behind her. This would be the stallion’s first time breeding, but he had quite the confidence in his abilities to please himself… he didn’t really care for pleasing anyone else.
Orpheus lifted his bulk into the air and swiftly mounted the mare, taking no caution in how much weight he pressed upon her. To her fortune the mixed Era was not fully grown. He was about eighteen months and still had some more height and bulk to gain. At his current state, Orpheus was a large hellion but one could only imagine had he been an adult when considering his father’s height and mother’s almost draft like build. The colt teased the mare with his pipe, not entering her completely at first. However, his own anticipation forced him to press into her entirely after a few moments. The colt lingered still in her for a moment, neck stretching out to take a bite into her crest. The brute’s teeth made an attempt to clamp into her flesh as his forelegs began tightening around her barrel.
After assuring that he had a snug hold around the mare, Orpheus pulled his sheath out slightly before thrusting in short, quick, and hard movements. His nares blew out puffs of steamy air in the process as he continued to try and sink his teeth further into that point on her crest. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° She don't love me but I don't seem to mind.
Wait, I'll take another ride before I have to say goodbye! iNSPiRATiON; [dirty little girl] [by burn halo] word-count; ; [435] [/size] |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 19, 2009 14:25:22 GMT -5
Bess~
My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Baby 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my
His searching maw met her sweet spot, sending a slight shiver down her bodice to the tip of her dome. Sand papery tongue slipped out, probing the same spot. A throaty nicker escaped from her parted lips. Banner reched over to the side, leaving nothing between them. His warm breath made her skin crawl, unable to bear the wait any longer, but he swiftly lifted his front half and planted it squarely on her back. Hind pillars were used to the weight of a stag and she had no trouble positioning herself appropriately beneath him. Sword stretched up to her, finding what he was looking for, yet he tormented her for a moment, jaw locked on contact, her entire being quivering with desire. Kissers smirked when he had had enough lingering, it was obvious his own desire was fueling his actions.
Features flinched as she felt his sharp ivories dig into her hide. His other pillars gripped tightly to her barrel. Her bodice was jolted forwards slightly with his thrusts. Her innards gripped firmly around his tool, holding it within her. Barrel heaved with exertion, her breathing quickening already. Lids folded over her orbs enjoying the sheer pleasure, but flashing open again as he continued to dig into her muscled pelt. It wasn't too horrible, nothing close to other injuries that she'd been inflicted with. [/left] You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't want to wake up from you [/color][/font] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 20, 2009 0:14:53 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Orpheus could feel the mare’s body tense momentarily as he dug his canines into her crest. Blood tainted said ivories and lips as he finally released her flesh from his grasp. His tongue could not help but reach out and groom the wound with the same rough manner that he had attended to her flower moments ago. The taste of her blood was oddly enticing and caused his body to tremble slightly on top of her. He then realized he had slowed his thrusts slight with his preoccupation. Grinning quite maliciously, the colt took the advantage of his slower thrusts to pull back. He pulled his tool out from her, legs backing away from the mare slightly while still obtaining a good grip on her bodice. There he remained the tip of his blade all that lay within her for a few seconds before suddenly pushing back into her with all his might. A coarse whuffle of sheer pleasure slipped from his throat as he felt himself slam into her. Once inside again, his thrusts became almost painfully slow – a hurts so good sort of pain. Despite the pleasing yet odd sensation said movements left amongst him, Orpheus could not hold up his tormenting any longer. With excitement, his hard, fast thrusts began again.
As he thrust this time, the stallion’s tool began to leak into the mare. The colt knew he was old enough, at just over eighteen months, for his seed to impregnate her, but he could not say he cared. In fact, it would be a good thing to get a head start on creating his lines. That thought in mind, Orpheus forced his eager body to slow down so that he could spill his seed into her accurately. To preoccupy himself from getting too excited and missing the chance on impregnating the mare, his lips sought a lower point in the mare’s crest. At first, his lippings were gentle, but it was all too soon when his teeth found the need to dig into another point in her flesh. The blood was just as sweet as it had been before and he dug further down into her skin to achieve the red fluid. He grew tired of the taste sooner than expected though; perhaps it had been the biting that he liked, not the taste. With a snort, he raised his crown up, deciding enough seed should have spilled into the mare by now. Giving the mare three of the hardest thrusts that he could conjure, Orpheus then pulled off from Bess.
His breaths were bated as he stood in place behind her, electricity seeming to course through his body. Not wanting the mare to go too far from his sight, Orpheus shoved his nose back to her flower ensuing with a rough grooming of the sweet spot.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° word-count;; [473] |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 20, 2009 11:51:04 GMT -5
Bess~
My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Baby 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my
The pain died as he let go of her crimson stained pelt. His rough tongue soothed her wound somewhat, though she was barely concentrating on that anymore. His thrusts had slowed, but before she could remind him, he pulled out, barely keeping his tool in. Her insides were empty of him already. A quizzical look displayed across her facade. Just then he rammed back into her, all of him being forced in at once. A nicker of pleasure exploded into the air. She tightened her flanks around him, pulling him in deeper as he continued his slow teasing. Auds flattened on her crown. She had had enough of this.
As suddenly as he had started up again before, he quickened his pace, thrusting hard into her. His own hormones must have been too much. She chuckled, harks returning to the peak of her crown. Soft, short grunts echoed from her pipe each time his bodice collided with hers. His warm fluid began to fill her up. This would not be like the other times, she decided, realizing that this breeding would produce a foal. Never had a stag been able to impregnate her, but she let the hunter continue, his tool releasing all the more. She released her perfume, letting it mix with his fluids, and spill on his pipe.
His ivories came down hard on her crest once more, drawing again her precious crimson. She winced, but let him continue as she focused on the pleasure over the pain. His thrusts became harder, nearly causing her to explode with pleasure and just like that he slid off of her, his tool dangling down once more. Her chest cavity expanded and contracted with each labored breath. The mare whuffled at his rough cleaning, it soothed her pulsing flower. Dial drooped to the ground with the exertion of energy. [/left] You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't want to wake up from you [/color][/font] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Sept 21, 2009 0:04:11 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° Orpheus watched the mare’s bodice tremor with each labored breath as he continued his rough grooming. After a moment, the young stag was force to stop as he realized that he was short of breath as well. Pulling back from the mare, Orpheus took in a few deep breaths before settling his breath rather quickly. He pushed his body forward a few paces, nipping at the mare withers with no intentions of drawing blood. Drawing near her face, the colt pressed his crown into the mare’s neck. For the first time his touch was actually fairly light and gentle. Nares flared a few times, engulfing the scent of her mane, the scent of her spilling crimson, and the scent of her sweet perfume.
“As I am sure we both know, there is little chance that you will not bear my foal.” His crown slid off her neck after he spoke, pulling back into a higher height than normal. Looking down on the mare, his eyes narrowed slightly. “You will be coming back to my lands with me. I will not have my first foal’s life jeopardized by some careless wench,” his voice was firm, daring the mare to try and argue with him.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° it stared out with a kiss
how did it end up like this??
iNSPiRATiON; [mr.brightside] [by the killers]
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 21, 2009 14:19:57 GMT -5
Bess~
My guilty pleasure, I ain't going nowhere
Baby 'long as you're here, I'll be floating on air
'Cause you're my
The stag pulled back, slowing his breathing down. She attempted the same feat, getting her breaths down to nearly normal. They were slightly labored with pain from the wounds on her crest. One glass orb peered behind her as he approached, pressing his heated pelt to her neck. Ivories itched to lash out as he nipped at her already wounded whithers, but she remained calm, only stamping her hind in irritation. However, this was a much gentler touch. A sigh heaved from her chest and she was lulled into quietness. Her subconscience agreed with his next statement. There was no doubt now that she would be the bearer of his heir.
A hint of defiance ignited in her pools, glimmering there for only a second before she succumbed to his demand, acknowledging that a life in his lands would probably be better than roaming the lands pregnant. But his words bothered her, and again she was tempted to lash out at his perfect and unharmed pelt. She was no wench. I will come to your lands, but you will not refer to me as wench. She spat the last word like a vial taste in her mouth. Icy occs eyed him, daring him to say the word again. [/left] You can be a sweet dream or a beautiful nightmare
Either way I don't want to wake up from you [/color][/font] |
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