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Post by Wildfire on Sept 7, 2009 16:14:26 GMT -5
~Royal
The hunter had been exploring since his arrival on the island, allevare being his first place of discovery of course. But now he was headed into the lands that he understood to be claiming grounds for darks. He wasn't here necessarily to claim feas as he had no herd or land of his own, but maybe something would pique his interest here. The land was large, a lot greater in size than allevare, which was a good thing for roving stags like him. Brow furrowed as he was reminded of his sister. He hadn't heard from her in quite a while, but he guessed she was just fine. She could handle herself.
The only sound to be heard was the crunching of the ground beneath his claws, leaving a fresh set of prints for others to either follow or for him to follow back should he not find anything exciting. Pins stood erect hoping to catch the noise of another. A call burst from his maw, echoing around him. Figure halted for a moment, muscled hide relaxing after his canter. [/left][/font] |
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Post by KatiieColours on Sept 8, 2009 15:59:51 GMT -5
Cyanide;
The deadliest drug you'll ever meet. The stunning but frankly psychotic fae stepped into the dark lands of terra di scure, green hued ebony coat glinting menacingly under the light of the late autumn sun. Her pretty face was unmoved, with no expression apart from the strange sparkling of her unusually green speckled eyes, darting side to side as they scanned the area for other equines, those that appeared skittering away from her like petrified door mice with not so much as a glance from her 'crazy' eyes. She had that sort of effect, deadly seductive; she attracted many stallions, but most moved away just as quickly as they had approached as soon as she turned to face them, staring creepily and blankly at them, her eyes those of a born killer.
Coal dark daggers picked through the undergrowth, the odd twig snapping underfoot. She paused, lowering her dark muzzle to the lush shoots of grass, chewing them silently. She knew she wasn't alone. She could hear someone, less than twenty metres to the left. Not that she was at all concerned. Well shielded behind the thick trunk of a tree her dark lithe bodice blended into the shadows, not even turning her head to see what was the source of the noise. She knew. She could scent the masculinity of his aroma, the testosterone, the perspiration. A minute smile tugged at the furthest corners of her velvet lips, silken banner swishing and cracking like a whip behind her glossy rump, lifting slightly before she released a small but potent amount of her intoxicating, irresistable perfume; it swam through the air, intwining and wrapping it's death like grip onto all those who came into contact with it. A loud call suddenly echoed through the air, and she stepped out of the shadows elegantly, turning to face the stag, expression completely blank but eyes glittering manatically, waiting for what he was going to do next. But, the question was, would she give him what he wanted?
[/color] Muse}[/b] Quite good actually. Hope it's okay 
Character played} My slightly psychotic mare Cyanide.[/font][/size] |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 8, 2009 19:07:48 GMT -5
~Royal
Sensitive nares picked up the very potent scent of a fea, barely a distance away. It was a wonder he hadn't caught her perfume before. It was like no other vixen's he'd tasted. Wrapping around him like a ribbon, he was pulled toward the devilishly beautiful creature that stepped from behind the brush. He should have guessed that a perfume such as that could only match a very unique femme. Her pools were unnerving, yet intriguing at the same time. He felt both the urge to turn back the other way and to keep gazing at her. Appendages strode forward toward her, lead by his nares that continued tasting her sweet smell. Lip raised in his fashion, trapping it in his senses, feeling its full effect. Bodice stood tall and erect, chest puffing out along with his thick layer of muscle beneath his appaloosa pelt. Listeners stood only towards her, like his attention. He stopped a few paces away, judging the situation and the mare before acting any further. Maw opened, spilling forth his greeting. Lady, dial gave a small nod, I am Royal. Will you match a name with your handsome looks? [/left][/font] |
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Post by KatiieColours on Sept 10, 2009 11:19:20 GMT -5
Cyanide;
The deadliest drug you'll ever meet.
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[/size] Cyanide stood proudly yet in a relaxed manner as she waited for the stag to react to her almond-scented perfume, refined face lifted to the heavens as her soft nares picked through the scents swimming through the air one by one, picking out the most potent testosterone fueled scent which she guessed matched the stag stood opposite her - he was extremely handsome, with a muscular frame and a sleek coat covered with an appaloosa shawl. If Cyanide went by looks alone, he was exactly her type; he looked dangerous, with a dark glint in his eye, the sort of stallion that would be dominant, and not afraid to push you around a little. That was the way she liked it. Still, she didn't hold her breath, figuring he'd probably walk away as soon as he took one look into her eyes. That's when he shocked her.
Striding confidently towards her Cyanide was stunned, face still unmoved but pretty head c.ocking to the side slightly, waiting for him. A tiny smile gripped at her maw as he raised his top lip to trap her sweet scent, raising her flowing tail and releasing a little more into the gentle breeze, toying with him. Her eyes searched to find his as he stopped a few feet away from her, locking him into an intense gaze, wondering whether he'd look away first. Her slightly dished crown tucked to her chest as he spoke, arching her femininely muscled neck as she listened intently to his deep masculine vocals, parting her velvet lips before allowing her sweet, musical lyrics to slow outwards like a symphony - so different from what you'd expect from such a deadly looking mare, "I'm sure it's going to be a pleasure to meet you Royal" her facial expression still clear even after flirting so forwardly, "And my calling is Cyanide." She said nothing else, only took another step towards him, close enough to feel the heat radiating off his glossy pelt, close enough to be able to smell the masculinity of his musk.
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 10, 2009 14:40:09 GMT -5
~Royal
Her almond aroma smacked into him once more like a brick wall. He was stunned for a moment, blinking slowly against the haze that fogged his senses. Such a poisonous scent was dangerous. He could taste her flavor on his tongue, nares flaring wider to take it all in. A strong urge came over him to take her then and there, but what kind of manners would those be? True he was a ruthless rover, but he hadn’t forgotten his manners along the way. Chocolate occs gazed at her form, perfectly muscled and shaped. She was, if not the most beautiful fae he’d come across, definitely unique and gorgeous in her own right. Cyanide. Her name was savored in his mouth. Muscles puffed proudly as she stepped closer, her perfume calling to him. Tool instinctively loosened from its sheath. His orbs held her gaze, slowly getting accustomed to their intensity. Kissers reached out tentatively to touch her soft hide. Lips pulled into a smile, It will be my pleasure beautiful vix. His crown dipped low. Could I ask the reason as to why you’ve come into these claiming lands? Curiosity piqued, he was anxious to hear her musical vocals once more as well as her answer to his question. Auds stood at attention, high atop his noble cranium. [/left][/font] |
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Post by KatiieColours on Sept 26, 2009 7:23:20 GMT -5
Cyanide;
The deadliest drug you'll ever meet. A low smile crept onto her soft kissers as he was momentarily stunned by her potent scent, her silken banner swaying behind her hocks as a strong gust of autumn wind rattled her lithe frame, muscles rippling under he sleek pelt as they ached with adrenaline. Heart was pounding, so loud she was almost shocked he couldn't hear it's repetative thumping in her chest, green tinged coat shimmering like some sort of addictive chemical in the sun. She could sense his eagerness, and a more seductive sneer tugged at her lips as they neared his satin muzzle. His deep vocals seem to shake her to her core, as an almost unaudible catch of breath stuck in her throat as he spoke out her name. Powerful muscles were easily visible under his unusually patterned coat, handsome head barely an inch from her own. He was stunning, her crazy green orbs scanning over his frame. Mouth opened, sweet as syrup vocals spilling forth, "It will be my pleasure as much as your own, Royal. As for your question, I am looking for a herd to join and frankly," she took a step closer, reaching her maw to his pricked radar and whispered softly, "for some fun." Elegant pillars strolled past him, her silken barrel brushing against his suggestively. An instant electric current sparked across her skin as they touched, and her breathing accelerated.
[/color] Muse}[/b] Moderate
Character played} My slightly psychotic mare Cyanide.
Note} Sorry I took so long to reply, my mum banned me off the computer and just being generally busy in real life.[/font][/size] |
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 26, 2009 16:11:44 GMT -5
~Royal
All of his senses were attuned to her now. For all he knew or cared, World War III could have broken out around them. It was a wonder he was able to hold himself back from her. In the background, her heart thumped wildly, but it sounded no different from his own. However, it was the tinkling of her lyri that sounded loudest to him, playing for his alert auds. I am afraid I cannot offer you a heard to join as I am a roamer, but fun is my forte. A suggestive smile lit up his features. Heat radiated from her body as she brushed by him, their velvet pelts igniting invisible sparks as they touched. Every muscle in his body seemed to quiver with desire. Needing no more encouragement, he pranced up behind her, lithe hooves bouncing forward. Large muzzle lifted up her tail, prodding her entrance. His sand-papery ribbon slipped out, caressing her folds. Up close her aroma was even more powerful, it consumed all of his thoughts, leaving no room for thinking of anything but her. Pipe dangled nearly all the way to the ground, hardening already as he imagined mounting her. You're sure you want me vix? His tone was tantilizing, trying to entice her. There was also a hint of wild desperation as he spoke, unable to hold himself back any longer. One more quick graze of his tongue and he reared up, landing firmly on her backside, his tool prodding at her entrance, waiting for her to accept him.
//ooc: don't worry about it, i know exactly what you mean lol[/left][/font] |
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Post by KatiieColours on Sept 26, 2009 19:11:25 GMT -5
Cyanide;
The deadliest drug you'll ever meet. Her lengthy tail was raised: both in excitement and to allow her scent to flow freely, intoxicating the stag and willing him to come closer. None could resist. She was like a addictive drug, once you’d had a taste you’d keep coming back for more and more, and she was more than happy to supply it. It wasn’t that she was a slut, in fact she’d only had one other ‘lover’, but she enjoyed feeling in control of another equine, using her femininity and sexual charm to attract them - but she did do it just for fun, which it seemed like this stag did too. She wasn’t sure whether she was ready for a foal, but she supposed that would be chosen for her. Her body began to ignite with adrenaline, muscles quivering as she turned her stunning head back to look to the muscular stallion, orbs alight with desire, beckoning him closer. When he reacted to her charm and began to approach, she turned to face forwards, splaying her legs to make her position strong enough to hold his weight. A small whimper escaped her usually contained features as he asked her if she was sure she wanted him, and she whispered out, afraid if she spoke any louder that she’d scream, “Royal…”, groaning softly as his velvet ribbon traced over her winking flower. As she felt his weight on her back, his sword waiting at her entrance she decided she couldn’t wait any longer, and backed into him as far as she could, the ripples of desire already sparking through her body.
[/color] Muse}[/b] Moderate
Character played} My slightly psychotic mare Cyanide.
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 26, 2009 19:43:13 GMT -5
~Royal
He trembled atop her, eager to thrust into her waiting bodice. She took steps back, trying to force him inside her. He chuckled lightly, knowing that she couldn't resist any more than he could. Ripples flowed along his tool, which was now inside her somewhat, but only a little bit. He wouldn't let her force him in, that was his job. Forelegs gripped her barrel and he couldn't stand it any longer, one good hard thrust and he was all the way inside her, his body colliding against hers. The air was permeated with her flavor. Orbs flashed with desire mixed with excitement. He rocked back and forth on her, digging in as deep as he could without pushing his testes inside. His pipe ached for release and he succumbed, spilling his fluids inside her. It wasn't enough to poor out of her yet. Nares snorted, flaring with passion. Velvets found her pelt and he lipped forcefully, but without injuring her. He wasn't the type of stag to injure femmes. With each thrust he grunted into her aud. Come on vix, he taunted. [/left][/font] |
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Post by KatiieColours on Sept 27, 2009 12:23:34 GMT -5
Cyanide;
The deadliest drug you'll ever meet. The tension in her body was growing, snorting in impatience as the stag didn't immediatly began to please her, stamping a coal dagger agitatedly. She tried to back into him again, feeling his tool quiver and knowing he was just teasing her, so she released her almond scented perfume to entice him, make it impossible for him to resist. It seemed to work, and the vixen got what she wanted. Lithe bodice rocked back and forth with every thrust, pleased that he was being quite forceful - to her the rougher the better. Cyanide felt the little ripples of pleasure spreading through her body, a soft moan emitting from her parted kissers, and when he spoke she back into him, making his testes go in aswell, making her groans even louder; she didn't want this to end.
[/color] Muse}[/b] Not so good, but I had to rush cos i'm off out in a few mins!
Character played} My slightly psychotic mare Cyanide.
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Post by Wildfire on Sept 27, 2009 12:38:07 GMT -5
~Royal
He shook with pleasure as she backed into him with more force, his rubbers being squeezed into her bodice. He groaned with the pleasure of it, thrusting as hard as he could manage. His tool was ready to explode when he released again, slipping delicately out of her bodice. The fluid poured from her. He only let his pipe dangle for a moment before thrusting back into her again, but this time using her other hole. It was tighter, squeezing his pipe. He chuckled darkly. Hind end swung backwards, pulling out of her and then thrusting once more into her correct hole and seeding her again. Flanks trembled with the power of his thrusts. And then he sighed, front end climbing off of her and his pipe falling from her bodice. Immediately his lips found her flower. Ribbon glazed over it, cleaning her. Her perfume was still potent and he could feel himself hardening for her again. Her name fit her well, he already felt addicted to her. Tongue poked in, massaging her insides. He groaned her name, wanting desperately to never end the pleasure. [/left][/font] |
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Post by KatiieColours on Oct 1, 2009 9:48:33 GMT -5
Cyanide;
The deadliest drug you'll ever meet. Her mouth was open, forming the shape of an 'o' as she her petite frame was pushed forwards with gradually increasing force, soft groans tumbling from her mouth as if they couldn't be refrained. She'd never felt anything quite like it, the euphoria, the way everything else around her seemed to melt away, the bitter wind, the multi coloured blanket of leaves that cushioned the floor, although she could still smell the potent musk of his scent, if anything stronger than ever; it fogged her senses, her favourite drug. She snorted as he seeded again, pelt damp with a mixture of his and her perspiration, waiting for him to begin again. When his pipe thrust into her other hole she was shocked, a loud gasp beckoning through the cool air around them, but she soon got over the initial sting and began to call his name softly again, pleased that he was beginning to get rougher - she enjoyed it. Her breathing was raised to such an extent that it racked her ribs, flares wide as they gasped in the air. Just as she thought the pleasure had ended and she was about to turn back to face him he began to massage her with the tip of his pink ribbon, her breathing catching in her throat - he sure liked to please. As he began to call her name she replied by softly breathing out his own, their voices entwining in the cool air.
[/color] Muse}[/b] Much better (:
Character played} My slightly psychotic mare Cyanide.
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Post by Wildfire on Oct 1, 2009 20:25:11 GMT -5
~Royal
His name touched his barely alert auds, though her voice sounded through his mind like a megaphone. He was so atuned to it now. Frame gently glided toward her dome, pelt covered in a thin sheen of sweat. The emotions and feelings had yet to fade away just yet, he could still imagine the feel of her soft, warm pelt under his. Passionate, but loving orbs met her unusually colored occs, a breathtaking smile lighting up his features. I have to tell you something love... He was unsure how to proceed. This had been completely unplanned on his part. The last thing he expected out of his adventures here was to fall in love. A foal was always a possibility with him and his usual behaviors, but never had a mare taken hold of his emotions so strongly before. I am half Nyfrio, and the current heir of the lands known as Annaffiare Il Riffugio. I would be honored if you would come with me and be my queen. His gaze searched her orbs for a moment, afraid that she would reject him. It was a weird feeling, laying down his pride and emotions as he had never done before. Usually it was just a quick "session" with a mare and that was it, he rarely saw them again. And now that this mare could possibly be carrying his foal, he was wracked with nervousness. His lighter side had broken through his usual dark facade. Banner brushed anxiously against his sweaty flanks.
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Post by KatiieColours on Oct 18, 2009 6:43:04 GMT -5
Cyanide;
The deadliest drug you'll ever meet. Shutters closed over her unusually glittering orbs, lost in the moment. Intoxicating scents mixed in the cool air, drifting apon the wind like a perfume - their perfume, together in perfect unison. Cyanide had never felt anything like it: a strong unmoveable wave of pure happiness and love radiated through her dainty frame, something so unknown to herself. It felt, great. At last something had broken through her cold, calculated exterior, and not just something. Royal. His name echoed throughout her active mind, radars pricked and alert as they listened to his soft hoofbeats draw nearer to her blissful face. Would he return her love? She didn't know.
She started as the gentle lullaby of his voice drifted into her resting mind, hazel and emerald orbs snapping open and staring deeply back into his, love reflecting into both pairs of sparkling eyes. Whickerly softly to his she took another step forwards, reaching up to nuzzle his crest lovingly, but she stopped as he spoke the second time, shocked. Eager eyes searched his, trying to decipher whether he was being serious or not; when all that gazed back was love and wonderment she stepped up again, holding her satin maw to his ear and whispering in her silken tones, "It would be my honour. I... love you. I can't imagine being with anyone else." She paused as she spoke, hard to get the words to function out of her mouth - she wasn't used to speaking about her emotions. Although she was slightly surprised to find out of his Nyfrio heritage it didn't make her feeling any less attached to him - after all, she had her own share of secrets about her blood - but it seemed fitting, she knew he was out of the ordinary. You only had to look at him to know that.
[/color] Muse}[/b] Awesomeee
Character played} My slightly psychotic mare Cyanide.
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Note} Sorry for taking so long to reply yet again, my computer has been a right idiot for the past week.[/font][/size] |
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Post by Wildfire on Oct 18, 2009 13:59:05 GMT -5
~Royal
Meet me on the equinox
Barrel heaved as his breath whooshed out of his nares as a sigh. He could feel the nervousness drain from him when she had accepted his offer. He couldn’t help but swell with pride at the thought of having her at his side when he returned to Annaffiare. His dazzling smile gleamed with joy. I love you too. Words were honest and true, straight from his once stone cold heart. Within the short time he’d known her, she had melted his soul into a pool of burning lava. His gentle maw caressed her cheek, brushing a few wayward strands of her forelock out of her orbs. Now he was eager to get back to Annaffiare and gather the other Nyfrio equines. Shall we go? Though he was hard pressed to stay with her in their moment of romance, he was also excited to show her their new home. With her by his side, there was no doubt in his mind that they would form one of the most powerful elemental herds. Gaze directed off toward the southwest, the direction they would be heading, and then flashed to her mesmerizing orbs.
//ooc: no problem :] do you want to reply and then i'll make a starting post in annaffiare for the two of them and the rest of the herd?[/center][/font] |
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