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Post by Wolfie on Apr 9, 2010 17:57:54 GMT -5
D A N I A Y A [/center] The dun mare moved through the lonely land dubbed 'Belle Valle'. She cursed under her breath, upset that she finally decided to give herself to this land. She had promised herself that no stallion could just claim her, like she was an item to collect, yet here she was. She pinned her ears at this thought, bared her teeth at nothing in particular. Her long, flowing mane turned into a russet waterfall as she shook her head, sighing afterwards.
Was she admitting that she was craving a stallion to call a hero? What's the matter with me, you'd think a girl would learn... If there was a prize for rotten judgment, she had won it. No stallion was worth the aggravation, none at all. But yet, here she was, giving herself to any stallion who came to her. She rubbed her head against the trunk of an oak, her mind screaming at her. Get a grip!
She backed up and stared up at the sky, through the canopies. It was a dark velvet blanket, the stars shining, pooling her back. She looked down, shaking her long forelock from her mocha eyes. The ground was covered in the light of the pale moon, highlighting her pale coat. It was quiet the sight, and Daniaya arched her neck in vain, flicking her tail, which cascaded to the ground. Atleast she looked good.
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Post by sibber-chow on Apr 10, 2010 15:19:23 GMT -5
orpheus pray, but you don't know what to say
you've wounded all your faith
you don't think that they'll ever listen
shame is running through your veins
just need a little taste
is that the devil you've been kissing? [/center] Orpheus was not in a particularly great mood today although he could not place a finger on what exactly was burdening him so fiercely. He had left his lands in hopes that some ‘fresh air’ would clear his mind. He had left the foals in the hands of his mares and kept a constant ear on the wind for any signs that something was amiss. There were several threats now-a-days and it was increasingly harder to leave Inferno without having to worry about a Zunden or rival herd attacking. He had recently heard that Zunden mare had attacked Terra de Rocas and another uprising had occurred in Liberta. The two herds were some of the largest on the island, so with current tactics he hoped his herd would be safe for a while. In the meantime he needed to get more recruits, specifically stronger equines. He now had a Nyfrio filly and two Era foals along with a brood of mares and whatever aid Hannibal could be- although, Orpheus would be lying if he said he trusted his resurrected father.
Shaking his head, Orpheus tried to dispel all of those burdens to the best of his ability. That must be what was plaguing him so badly – too much pressure and far too many threats to his family’s safety. When he got back he would need to call a herd meeting to recount numbers and figure out ranks and a game plan if they were to be attacked.
A sweet scent suddenly wafted through the air – a mare. Orpheus had several mares to his small land and not many stallions so he began weighing out whether or not it was a good idea to try and claim this one. However, before he knew it, he was in range of sight. The mare was certainly quite the beauty and she held a larger frame much like his build. She could be useful…
Whinnying faintly, the stallion announced his presence to the mare that seemed currently caught up in her thoughts. “It is not safe to be away from your herd at night in these unclaimed lands, mare. You never know what kinds of monsters are lurking in the shadows,” his husky tones were filled with laughter as he spoke. In the area, at this moment, he was certainly the biggest threat to any mare. However, he held a charming smiled on his kissers to convey that he was no real threat – and in all honesty he was not usually a threat to mare as long as they cooperated like good little girls should.
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Post by Wolfie on Apr 10, 2010 16:23:06 GMT -5
'No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no, this scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love.'Daniaya glanced at her shadow, admiring her doe-like figure. She arched her tail so it curved like a rainbow, and smiled to herself, admiring her own fisique. Suddenly, she heard movement in the forest. She lowered her tail and stared at the place that had made the sound. It was rustling in the bushes. She tensed, and pinned her ears. Stepping forward bravely, or perhaps stubbornly, flicking her tail. Who are you? She asked sharply, raising her head to look down on the creature.
What emerged from the bushes wasn't what she expected. A large paint stallion, with a harsh gaze, began saumbering towards her. She scurried back, perking her ears. She looked him over, and was slightly suprised at his markings, and the teal streaks in his long creme mane. Was he an elemental? If so, what was he doing here? What gain would he get claiming a normal mare? She cocked her head in curiosity.
At his remark, she rolled her eyes and pinned her ears. Funny, but you cannot think I am stupid enough to wander away from the safety of a herd to roam in these lands? I belong to no herd. She swished her tail and sighed. And who are you? A herd leader, I suppose, but what's up with your markings? Your not an elemental, are you? She didn't care much for them at all.
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Post by sibber-chow on Apr 10, 2010 17:16:05 GMT -5
orpheus pray, but you don't know what to say
you've wounded all your faith
you don't think that they'll ever listen
shame is running through your veins
just need a little taste
is that the devil you've been kissing? [/center] The stallion grunted slight as he saw the mare step forward with a certain air of courage about her. He had hoped that the mare would be willing to come back with him without a fight, but he could already see from her act and words that there would most likely be a fight. On the other hand, he had wanted to gain a stronger herd, had he not? Her hard-head might prove a very nice thing to have. The thought caused Orpheus to shuffle his feet in slight anticipation. In his frame of mind, he was going to get this mare as his own before the night was over.
His gaze lightened slightly as he noted that his tense state might be what was arousing her to be uneasy of him. The demeanor did not remain very calm for long. The moment she rolled her eyes, his hoof harshly stomped the ground and his tail flicked against his hide. “My name is Orpheus,” he snapped out, “and, I am an elemental – well, sort of. But, that really isn’t important right now, wench.” His voice was a growl upon the wind as his icy gaze stared her down. “Come, you are coming back to my lands,” he demanded, his hoof pounding the dirt with another stomp.
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Post by Wolfie on Apr 10, 2010 20:05:34 GMT -5
'No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no, this scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love.'Daniaya eyed the cocky colt, giving her own teasing gaze. She walked up to him, flicking her long, thick tail in rhythm to her gait. Once she got near his muzzle, she chuckled lightly. I will never go with you! She scurried backwards, dust flying, causing her to cough lightly. She turned sideways, refusing to look at him. She was always a prankster, a tease, she liked to give her boys a rough time. Pawing the earth, she turned to face him. She chuckled again. My name is Daniaya. She winked at him between two stray forelock strands, and approached him again, this time halting a couple strides away. She tossed her mane, which smelled of almond and pine, from days of living in the forest of Belle Valle.
Your cute, but cocky, Mister Orpheus, and I bet you've never met a mare like me. She said, almost cheerfully, with a somewhat stubborn tang. She was going to add 'And I'm gonna put you in your place', but she decided not to test him yet. Passing, and lightly touching his muzzle with her tail, she looked over her shoulder.
Lead the way. She said, smiling lightly.
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Post by sibber-chow on Apr 10, 2010 21:39:38 GMT -5
orpheus pray, but you don't know what to say
you've wounded all your faith
you don't think that they'll ever listen
shame is running through your veins
just need a little taste
is that the devil you've been kissing? [/center] His icy gaze narrowed slightly as the mare backed away. And a short chuckle left his throat as she coughed from the dust she arose from the movement. As she turned away from him, his head cocked to the side and a low grunt escaped him. Then, she was facing him again and he was rather confused. He had never met a mare like her, of that she was very correct.
A brow arched as he continued to study Daniaya with the utmost curiousity. He snapped out at her tail as she flicked it in his face. However, the teeth did not clamp down on any of her tail’s tresses for it was a playful action. His own tail flicked against his hide once again as a smile perched upon his kissers. Was he actually enjoying himself? It had been such a long time since he truly had had fun.
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Post by Wolfie on Apr 11, 2010 20:15:18 GMT -5
'No chance, no way, I won't say it, no no, this scene won't play, I won't say I'm in love.'Shock appeared for a moment at his remark, yet admittely softened to her trademark flirtatious gaze. She turned to walk up to him, lightly grazing her muzzle along his hide, stopping when she got to his shoulder. Ohhh? She said softly, smiling, and quickly added, I guess your right. I don't normally play the damsel in distress, but I guess you just got lucky. She flicked her tail against his side, lightly so it would simply skim his pelt. She had been dissapointed when she didn't hear the remark 'Pretty name for a pretty mare' after giving him her name, but then again, it was a nice change, that phrase had become so cliche over the years.
What puzzled her as she began to seduce the young buck, was that she had not even given a stallion a sideglance in so long, and now she was basically handing this colt her body, no strings attatched. She didn't know why herself, but he seemed like the determined type, and she wasn't going to fight him. She'd show her bitchy side later on. Would this become a one night stand? Would she let it go that far? Or was this meant to be, a mare was only on earth to breed, or atleast, that's what many cocky colts had tried to drill into her stubborn skull.
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Post by sibber-chow on Apr 18, 2010 20:29:35 GMT -5
orpheus she's hot, can't stop, up on stage, doing shots, tip the man he'll
ring the bell, get her drunk she'll scream like hell.
dirty girl, gettin' down, dance with guys from outta town. [/center] The stallion let a low whinny leave his throat, partially from angst and partially excitement. Normally he might scold himself to allow a mare no he truly wanted her and that she was not a simple toy for his enjoyment. And, perhaps, allowing this particular mare to know how eagerly he sought her was a deep mistake, yet he could not take back the act nor would he say that he longed to. There was something about this splendid mare that made him not want to merely force her and be on with it. He actually wished for her pleasure in this; a peculiarity he would admit, but the urge to please was there none-the-less.
His body tingled beneath her muzzle and even the soft lash of her tail allowed a jolt to shudder through the young stallion’s body. He allowed his velveteen muzzle to gently graze her spine as his hot breath cascaded out of quivering nostrils. Orpheus allowed the mare’s scent to flow into him and memorized it well.
When her lyrics found his ears he could not help but allow the cockiest little smile to play upon those kissers – a smirk he was quite familiar for but meant more now than he possibly ever had. “I guess, I did get lucky,” he cooed in breathy tones just loud enough for the mare’s ears. His muzzles parted to gently groom her spine. He made no further advancement, rather to wait for he reaction. He had noted her earlier fondness for trickery and rathered not to be fooled or have his chins kicked in mid-mount, after all. Plus, he had no intent of forcing the mare or currently did not that is. bad girlfriend by theory of deadman
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Post by Wolfie on Apr 24, 2010 19:47:47 GMT -5
'It's 3.am she won't put out, let's go make out with her friends make out with her friend's friends.'Daniaya looked at him playfully, and flicked her long soft tail against his pinto hide. She nuzzled his hairline and nipped at his mane. She stepped back, her rump brushing against his flank. She arched her tail and neck, fluttering her lashes under her long forelock. Excuse me, do you want to screw, or not? She joked about his hesitation. She knew he was merely warming up in a sense, she was just used to stags mounting her instantly. She nipped at his neck and sauntered forward, over-exaggerating the swinging of her wide hips, flicking her tail to the rhythm of her gait. She looked back and winked a dun lid over her chocolate eye. She had not even conversed with a stag in ages, and she seemed drawn to this one. More so then her partners before.
It wasn't that she was a s.lut or a w.hore. She merely enjoyed her midnight wrestles, much to the displeasure of her poor concerned dam. If she were a human, she would be changing her undergarments more then once a day. That was her, but she wasn't easy. A tease at times, yes, but what mare her age, blessed with gorgeous features, wouldn't? She was arrogant, so be it.
She turned and walked up to him, and touched his ear with her browned mare. It has been so long, and you are so handsome. I want you to take me. She whispered, her voice soft and dipped in honey.
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Post by sibber-chow on May 26, 2010 14:30:21 GMT -5
orpheus so hot out of the box
can we pick up the pace
turn it up, heat it up
i need to be entertained [/center] Her motions caused a shiver to travel his spine as his gaze seemed to be locked strictly on this one mare. And, those words caused him to cock his head to the side just slightly. Her concision was a slight relief for he realized she was no longer taunting him. The smirk had yet to fade from his kissers as he watched her walk with an overstated swaying of her hips. He made no attempt to follow her, although the look on his face told he wanted to take her then and there. Rather, he waited for the dun essa to return to him. A rough whuffle slipped from deep within his throat as he reached towards her neck. He lipped at her mane as she whispered in his ears. These final words were all it took for an already determined stallion.
Orpheus made his way behind the mare, gently nudging her tail aside with his maw. His nostrils quivered as he took in her sweet, intoxicating scent. It was not much longer until he found himself lifting his bodice into the air before lowering it gently on her frame. He nipped at her withers as his tool impatiently awaited entry. “Tell me, dear, how badly do you want this?” He cooed with his maw reached towards her ears. He allowed his tip to touch her flower, intruding just slightly. There he waited and teased as she had taunted him before.
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Post by Wolfie on Jun 27, 2010 20:18:34 GMT -5
'Come here rude boy, boy, can you get it up?'The dun mare watched him from her veil of a forelock. Mocha tresses cascaded down around her soft and sweet scented pelt. Her chocolate-glazed, long legs moved her forward as Orpheous neared her. Her body quivered when he began lipped at her luxorious mane. She hated when her mane was messed with, but with Orpheus, she didn't mind it at all. In fact, she liked it as he nibbled softly.
She remained stock still as he went beside her and nudged her thick tail so he could mount. She nearly gasped when his weight lowered onto her frame, she hadn't felt the sheer weight of a stallion in so long. She turned her ivy gaze to watch him balance himself from atop her.
She was now paying for her teasing earlier, as the stag turned the tables on her and began teasing her. Feeling the stallion's tool against her throbbing flower, and she nearly moaned from imediate pleasure.
"Make me beg, why don't you! I don't want it.. I need it..." She backed up so that she forced entry. She closed her eyes as the ecstacy filled her body. Pinning her ears to hear him speak, moaned.
"I'm going to turn you inside out and upside down." She teased, winking. She had met many stags in her day, and she had learned a few things from her handsome 'teachers'.
She waited impatiently for his next move. The moonlight illuminated her smooth dun pelt, her Arab-like frame looking small underneath the larger, yet younger, stallion's.
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