.| vixen from hell |. [open for stallions]

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Isabella

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.....The wind whispered the scents of her mate's backstabbing actions. Her heart was broken. And yet, she knew she was going to regret what she was about to do to him. Isabella would have never hurt Edward. She wouldn't. But she wasn't going to stand there and sob like those pitiful mares. No. The blood red mare knew she was going to regret every minute, every second of what she was about to do.

... Isabella pushed the carcass of a large doe aside, walking further into the valley. 'i'm going to regret this...' The vampire closed her honey liquid eyes for a minute, but re-opened them and let out a high-pitched neigh. This was it. Bella was going to break Edward like he broke her. But, somewhere inside of her cold, heartless body, she knew that he would pretend to not care, but inside, a very small part would hurt. But right now, she was ready. She was going to do it.

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Muse; Pretty damn good. :3
Notes; This is for any stallion. Bella is trying to hurt Edward because he's cheating on her. So no Edwards allowed until after the deed is done.
Character; Isabella
Other; No, this is not sex. I just want them to like.. whatever.

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Jeaf

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This wasn't going to be complicated - he wouldn't make it complicated. Two things he knew. He wasn't here to claim someone, and secondly - he needed someone to talk too. Sure, Jeaf didn't want to talk about himself he just wanted the comfort of talking with someone. It wouldn't kill him to just get out there - try and do something different instead of keeping his presences a secret. Staying away from any challenges. Yeah - it wasn't so great and it wasn't so fun. Though, Jeaf suddenly wanted to do this, talk to another. He deserved this, right? It wouldn't be the end of his world if he did this, right?

The light swish of the charcoal whipcord was gentle against his caramel frosted side. the caramel coat was stained with white, black and soft browns. Yeah - it was a strange coat, but it made him what he was. Different. The sound of a nicker - A high pitched niegh. So this was how it was going to be? He waited in silence for a moment, urging himself to reply his optics closed for a minute, before he replied. It was a hard moment, hard to ovver come himself - though he did miraculously. Though that wouldn't matter to this new person, well new to him. Nothing would probably. In the end he nieghed twice.

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