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Post by OH HAI SPI! on May 16, 2009 18:32:56 GMT -5
Grave walked slowly for she was looking around, these of course were the dark lands and one had to be careful here. The lone mare continued to walk on carfully through the thick forest. The wind blew making the trees groan, and the leaves rustle. The shadows were cast on the ground due to the rising of the sun. Twigs Snapped beneath the Femme's small hooves, and the leaves made a crunching sound that seemed to echo through the forest. The mare flicked her tail behind her body in an agravated manner, there was no possible way to be absolutly quiet.
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Post by KatiieColours on May 16, 2009 19:11:19 GMT -5
Oscurità
Being bad just feels so good,
When you‘re the devil of the dark
He was half-asleep in the edge of the dark forest when he heard it: the soft cracking of twigs underfoot of dainty hooves, the casual flicking of a silky banner. Awaking from his daze his bitterly cold steel orbs snapped open, his velveteen flares filtering the humid air for unknown scents, a sadistic smirk tugging at the edges of his malevolent kissers as the sweet aroma of a fae was detected in his sinful mind. Stalking along the edge of the gnarled trees his dark, mahogany body gracefully glided through the air, unseen and unheard, his glossy black banner flowing out behind him like a river of ink. He tossed his head eagerly as he launched his large figure forwards powerfully into an expressive canter; he had always enjoyed having "his fun". His satanic orbs scanned the surroundings, and the beautiful image of a white fae swan into focus. White, the vision of innocence… Oh this should be fun. Slowing to a walk he approached her, his perverted, silver orbs caressing her figure as he lusted after her, calling out in deep, husky tones, “Now, what would a beautiful fae such as yourself be doing wondering these dangerous lands I wonder? Not safe for such a pretty thing like you to be out on your own, too many freaks out there mi’ lady” a psychotic flash of black shot through his eyes as he inhaled her intoxicating scent like it was his favourite drug, staring coolly at her as if she was an exhibit in a zoo.
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Jun 18, 2009 16:39:14 GMT -5
Grave pinned her ears against her skull as the stag stepped towards her. “Now, what would a beautiful fae such as yourself be doing wondering these dangerous lands I wonder? Not safe for such a pretty thing like you to be out on your own, too many freaks out there mi’ lady” She shot a glance at the stag, "Like you?" She said with a half way grin. The forest was starting to come alive, the birds began singing their sweet song. With the stag so close by it gave her an uneasy feeling. She wouldn't take her eyes of him for he may try to attack her or some stange thing like that. Her ears were pressed foward, the forest was very quiet except for the birds singing. She stomped her dagger impatiently, she hated the silence, she hated waiting for him to do or say something. One could feel the tension in the air, it was such a horrid thing.
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Post by KatiieColours on Jul 19, 2009 5:42:45 GMT -5
Oscurità
The devil of the dark; [/font] The red hued stag chuckled lowly as her body language turned sour, shaking his noble crown to allow thick clumps of his inky forelock to fall softly over a glittering steel orb. A slightly psychotic grin tugged at the corners of his velvet kissers at her response, and he took another step towards her, watching her dainty face as it lit up with a smile; she was a pretty little thing, her pale pelt much the opposite to his dark one. He replied softly, his voice barely covering the short distance between them, "Well, it depends what mood I'm in, and" -his husky voice lowered menacingly- "how hard you're going to make this." [/color] His cold eyes glinted darker as they looked the petite fae up and down, and he began to step to one side, his large daggars making hardly no sound as they struck the soft ground, before quickly changing direction, hopefully confusing the stunning mare and making her off guard: that's when he'd start to move. Once Oscurità decided what he wanted, that was that, and with this mare's lithe frame being so much smaller than his own muscular one, it was hard to believe that he wouldn't get it.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/center] Character played: Oscurità Muse: Relatively good.[/font][/size] |
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Post by OH HAI SPI! on Jul 23, 2009 9:51:30 GMT -5
Grave held her petite head high in the air, she was much smaller than the stag here but that wasn't going to make her run away. Of course she was a little intimadated, but she had no intentions of running away, for she would easily be caught. Frowing she snorted and stomped her dagger impatiently. As the stag started zig zagging she started getting a little confused, he was moving so quickly and in so many different directions it would be almost impossible for her to dodge an attack. She started stepping backwards hoping to get away from the seemingly deranged stag.
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Post by KatiieColours on Aug 2, 2009 20:24:58 GMT -5
He laughed softly yet cruelly as she raised her pretty crown, almost trying to assert her dominance. Pitiful. Her size was nothing in comparison to his. Moving swiftly forwards he threw his handsome head upwards, lowering it forcefully towards the fae's face in an attempt to push her back into submission. He would have control.
She began to move backwards in an attempt to flee from the slightly psychotic stag, her hoofprints imbedding into the soft soil but definately not fast enough - in a flash he was behind her, fienting one way before weaving another, ending up with his chest pressed against her rump. He reached his muscular neck over her petite back and hissed menacingly into her aud, "Don't even try to run away, or fight back. You'll only make it worse for yourself." Leisurely slow he dropped his velvet maw to her flower, inhaling deeply as her sweet scent tinged the cooling air, gently tracing the tip of his pink ribbon across the entrance. His sword began to unsheathe, and he gathered his weight onto his hind legs before rearing, landing harshly on the poor vixen's back. He was much bigger than her, his weight probably crushing her, but he still gripped roughly at her sides with his strong pillars as he supported himself, clamping down on her crest incase she tried to escape. Then he positioned himself, ready to begin his 'fun'. He knew he would hurt her, but this only made it more fun, and he thrust harshly into her folds, driving as deep as he could manage, not caring how much agony the fae could be in. But that was Oscurita, he never cared for anyone else. [/blockquote] Character played: Oscurita Muse: I've actually got muse today! yay! Note: If you don't want her to be forced just have her escape some how  [/size][/font] |
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