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Post by sibber-chow on Oct 15, 2009 17:20:58 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° ORPHEUS DARTED INTO THE UNFAMILIAR BREEDING GROUNDS. SURE, THIS WAS NOT HIS FIRST TIME TO MATE, BUT IT WOULD BE HIS FIRST TIME IN THE ALLEVARE METTONO. MAYBE. WHO WAS TO SAY THERE WOULD EVEN BE ANY MARE HERE. SNORTING, ORPHEUS RAISED HIS MUZZLE INTO THE AIR. HE SCENTED THE WINDS FOR ANY SIGNS OF OTHER EQUINES. HE SOUNDED HIS BUGLE TO ANY LISTENING EARS. IT APPEARED IT WOULD BE A WAITING GAME FROM THERE. THE IMPATIENT HELLION DANCED IN PLACE, HIS LARGE LEGS POUNDING THE HARD EARTH BELOW THEM. HE WONDERED IF THERE WOULD BE ANYONE TO ANSWER HIS CALL; AFTER ALL IT WAS STARTING TO TURN INTO THE COLDER MONTHS AND NOT MANY MARES WOULD BE WANTING TO BEAR AT THIS TIME OF YEAR. ORPHEUS’S ONLY HOPE WOULD BE THAT SOME POOR MARE MADE IT HERE BY MISTAKE. °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° WE CAN’T RECALL THE FEELINGS
THAT WE CANNOT SHOW! iNSPiRATiON; [by AFI]
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Post by dezperation on Oct 17, 2009 20:53:34 GMT -5
evermore
...you're burning bridges, baby...
A fae barreled through the underbrush of Allevare Mottono, stumbling over tangles of vegitation. She caught herself on one pillar, throwing her dainty head to the sky. The femme's dark orbs rolled back into her skullary, her radiars plastered to her neck.
A throaty whinny urged Evermore on, reminding her of the fury that fueled her blinde rampage. She knew she would regret everything following this day, but she had known that also when she had left her father's territory. I have reason, though. She insisted to herself, Abuse is intollerable. The mare threw herself into a headlong gallop, gasping at the air. She savored the heady scent of the stag, her eyes averting and rolling again.
Ever's fair mane was tugged at by the grabby hands of the wind as she spirited out of the forests. Her heavy footfalls were muffled by the dead grasses underfoot. The frail mare's sides fell and rose with hysteric breaths as she paused on the crest of a hill. Her knees shook, her large, expressive eyes frightened. Yet, she was determined to defy her perfect, unflawed upbringing; to go against her father's strict word, even if he may never know what she was prepared to do. Ever sucked in a hurried breath of air, the cold stinging her thoat and bringing tears to her eyes. Her breezy voice trilled over the land, entwining with the winds. And then there was silence, save for her labored breaths. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Oct 22, 2009 0:06:00 GMT -5
ORPHEUS °°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° EARS SHOT UP AS THE HELLION HEARD HER VOICE ON THE WIND. THE MARE’S SILENCE WOULD BE SHORT-LIVED. SLITHERING THROUGH THE UNDER-BURSH, THE LARGE HELLIONS WAS ALL BUT STEALTHY. HIS HOOVES CRUSHED THE LEAVES BENEATH HIM, HIS HOARSE BREATH TAINTING THE AUTUMN AIR. A CHILLING SENSATION TRAVELED THROUGH HIS BODY AND HE COULD NOT HELP BUT FEEL A SORT OF ANGUISH – LIKE SOMETHING WAS WRONG. HE WAS JUST BEING A PESSIMIST; THERE WAS NOTHING WRONG. USHERING HIS FEELINGS ASIDE, ICY GAZE MET THE DAINTY MARE’S BODICE. A SINISTER SMILE PERCHED UPON VELVETEEN KISSERS.
“DEAR, I DO BELIEVE YOU ARE NOT A FORTUITOUS BROAD.” HIS GAZE SETTLED ON HER GLOSSY COAT, EARS TWITCHING WITH EACH OF HER LABORED BREATHS “WHAT IS IT YOU ARE RUNNING FROM? I FEAR IT MIGHT NOT BE AS HORRID AS WHAT YOU HAVE RUN INTO.” A THICK LAUGHTER ENSUED HIS WORDS AS HIS LARGE BODY MOVED CLOSER TO THE BROOD.°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°°° GIRL, WE’LL TAKE THE WORLD BY STORM.
IT ISN’T THAT HARD. iNSPiRATiON; [DEAR MARIA, COUNT ME IN] [by ALL TIME LOW] word-count; ; [154] ' O°C | | I figured we would just play this out like it was still autumn since that is when we started it if that is alright.[/size][/FONT] |
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Post by dezperation on Oct 25, 2009 7:51:48 GMT -5
evermore
...you're burning bridges, baby...
She heard him approaching. Hysterics bubbled in her throat, but she set her jaw, clenching her teeth.
Ever appraised him as he neared her, admitting to the fact that he was handsome. Good; the foal will be- She stopped herself there, a sob breaking in her chest. She was now unable to hide the fear that was so clearly displayed on her lovely features. He was all that her father had attempted to hide her from by keeping her captive in his hold. Evermore's radiars swirveled at his velvet lyri, yet her body flinched at his words. She prepared to answer his question, yet his last comment caught her tongue. For a moment, there was a still, lingering silence. It was as if the wind was holding it's breath; the trees bent on her word.
"Is that so?" She heard herself answer. A gay bit of laughter bubbled over her words. It frightened her.
Another pause of silence as Ever took a step foreward, her lean pillars unruly as a new foals. She wobbled, her stance wide-legged as if she was blocking him from something. She lifted her orbs, seeking to meet his gaze.
"I find nothing horrid about this meeting." A forced smirk curled on her kissers. |
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Post by sibber-chow on Feb 8, 2010 18:41:29 GMT -5
ORPHEUS
LET’S GET LOST
ORPHEUS STUDIED THE MARE WITH THE SLIGHTEST INTRIGUE, AND HE COULD NOT HELP BUT CHUCKLE AT WHAT HE FOUND. SHE WAS WOBBLING MUCH LIKE A NEWBORN AND HER BODY WAS LABORED AND WEAK FROM A STRENUOUS RUN YET HER WORDS OOZED OUT WITH A SEDUCTIVE CONFIDENCE. THIS SHOULD BE FUN.
AFTER HIS SHORT CHUCKLE WAS HAD, THE MIGHTY STAG TOOK ANOTHER STEP FORWARD. HIS MAW REACHED OUT TO GRAZE THE SIDE OF HER CHEEK WITH HIS SOFT KISSERS. “WE WILL SEE HOW HORRID YOU THINK OF THIS WHEN WE ARE DONE THEN, HM?” HE WAS CONCISE, NOT WISHING TO LINGER WITH SPEECH. HIS BODY SLITHERED ITS WAY TO HER RUMP, PAUSING FOR HER REACTION – JUST IN CASE SHE DECIDED TO ATTEMPT A KICK AT HIS CHOMPS.
YOU CAN TAKE ME HOME
LADY GAGA –SUMMER BOY
ooc | | sorry - my muse is rather skimp for evil orpheus since he is being a 'fairly' good boy after his recent tragedies - speaking off, can we set the timing for this to before cheza's passing and him finding his foal and what-not - i am not sure whether his personality is going to bounce back to old ways in the end or not xD
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Post by dezperation on Apr 2, 2010 21:59:58 GMT -5
evermore
..yeah, i'm giving up on love, 'cause love's giving up on me..
Her pupils dialated, dark eyes flashed. Her quavering kissers parted, lungs sighed in a lusty moan. She was caught in a heady dream, a glorious high that she had never before exprerienced. It controlled her thoughts, yearnings, reactions.
Ever did not reel from his breath, hot on her ashen cheek, but her eyes blinked hard.
"Won't know until it happens," She murmured. She glanced awry at him with a sardonic smile. Her highset tail draped itself over her hindquarters. There was her flower, pulsating slowly.
"Come on, baby."
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Post by sibber-chow on Apr 10, 2010 18:51:30 GMT -5
The stallion whuffled slightly as the mare raised her banner so that her sweet scent filled the air. He lowered his nares to her flower to take a deep breath of her scent in. His body trembled slightly as his tool throbbed in want for the mare. A quick snort left his quivering nostrils as he rose into the air. Orpheus mounted her rather gently – not wanting the smaller mare to cave under his weight. With a throaty whinny he took haste in shoving his tool into the mare.
The baron’s large legs clamped upon Ever’s barrel as he stretched his neck across her back. His lips gently nipped upon her mane as he positioned himself more comfortably atop the brood. Once he was situated atop of her, he slowly tugged his tool out to its full length. He paused with just his tip in her, his lips whispering in her ears. “Tell me, how badly you want this, dear,” he hissed. He only waited a moment before he forced his extended tool back into the mare at a painfully slow pace. He was not gentle with his thrusts nor slow from that moment on. He plunged into her with all of his might, shaking the mare’s frail frame, but he did not care whether his rough force hurt her or not. Right now was a time for his enjoyment – damn what consequences the mare would face because of his force.
His thrusts started off inconsistently in both force and speed due to his need to release all of the angst he had built up. But, after a small while, they steadied out to moderate pace and force, only occasionally speeding up or slowing down. The stallion held in his seed for the time being, not wanting to waste it in any of his more careless thrusts. |
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