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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 1, 2011 22:01:26 GMT -5
Ashia knew very well where the hell she was going. Not that she cared though - Ashia had picked up the habit of going wherever she wanted, when she wanted, and not caring what anyone else said about it. Though she now belonged under Orpheus's rule, no matter what the stallion may say about it. If he had a problem, she could easily just leave his herd just as she had left Hannibal's.
Ashia wasn't really concerned if any stallions decided to get wise with her. She knew she could care for herself here, she had proven that against her fights with Spyder. The stallion was an annoyance, but he was an excellent practice dummy to sharpen her hooves on. Actually, she was looking forward to see if any stallions could step up to the challenge and beat her into submission, which, she smugly thought, wasn't going to happen.
The mare waltzed steadily through the trees, her nostrils flaring at the fresh scents of spring. Ah what a...depressing time. Quickly followed by spring, a ton of little brats were usually born. How she hated foals. They were bouncy, cheery, and a little too happy all the time. It was extremely creepy. She couldn't imagine having one of her own, and if it came down to it, she would do anything to defend herself from anything like that happening.
You're in a place for fear, lips are for b i t i n g here
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Post by Storeh on Feb 1, 2011 22:26:30 GMT -5
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Beauty. It was always said such a thing was a manner of perspective. In the feverishly changing hued orbs of the frenzied brute, there was nothing beautiful about the surroundings nor the equine that he was following. Ashia, demon's brood whom he had always longed to scrape his teeth along the spine of, taste the metallic crimson that was sweeter than any other, leave a scar that was only his. She was so pretty on the inside. For he had proved it to himself with the countless tearing of flesh. The stallion stifled the euphoric giggle that bubbled to the surface, for he must be silent at this moment. Yes, silent. He was shadowing the mare, the normally massively noisy stallion as hauntingly silent as a shade himself.
She was so lovely, so arrogantly sweet, and Spyder could hear the beating of blood under her thin pelting. His sharp teeth clenched tightly, aching to snap against her throat. However, the bloody bay had other ideas for this moment. The scent of her was something altogether entirely...different. Something that rose something deep inside of him that he had never felt before. Lust. Lust as well as the normal sadistic tendencies. Iris dilated as nostrils flared in anticipation. His tool slid out of its sheath as the stag continued to watch the mare, feelings bubbling up into his mind.
Yes. God give grace! The churning mind took in the moment of perfect surprise, and took it without another glancing fashion. There would never be any regrets. The bloody bay stallion moved forth with elongated motion, bursting through the trees as a trumpeting squeal left his maw, a shouting declaration of his presence as he descended upon her. Snapping teeth came contact with her withers with locking fashion as the taste of crimson burst into his mouth, his own, most likely as he threw himself on top of her with as much force as he could, prepared for the fight. Expecting it. Wanting it so badly.
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[/color] Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: Creepily the creepy creeper creeped behind the trees.
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything} [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 1, 2011 23:06:50 GMT -5
For once, Ashia suddenly felt a bit of unease at the silence in the air. There was barely any sound, aside from the obnoxious chirpings of love-struck birds in the trees around her, budding with fresh flowers and nubs of leaves. It made the mare pause, her ears pricked forward and her head slowly turning, spitting immitation of a deer. She heard nothing, just the haunting silence of the air around her. Even the infrequent voice that lulled in her mind was silent, waiting, but perhaps interested in why the world was so quiet, but not enough to voice its opinions. So tentively, the taffy mare moved forward again, her breath streaming in the chilly early morning air.
And then it shattered the silence; an echoing shriek that only seemed all to familiar to the estranged mare. Her teeth snapped together out of instinct, and a bit favorably. She craved the tear of Spyder's flesh to her doing, which was impossible to do in Orpheus' territory without facing the consequences. She wasn't going to lose her place for some miserable horse like him. But his appearance here only worked as a catalyst to her desire to harm, and her head whipped around to stare the stallion in the eye with a look of bloodlust, but before the rest of her bodice could twist around to meet him, his weight slammed down onto her hindquarters.
Her shock briefly impared her from movement, but she soon regained herself and let out an echoing scream of outrage, furious at the boldness, no, the nerve -- Her bodice swayed with the weight of the larger stallion, shaking unsteadily with the threat of collapse onto the forest floor. She quickly used that to her advantage and allowed her hind to cave in, dumping the stallion off of her and perhaps grazing his teeth down her spine. Her ears pinned, and she aimed a buck at the bloodied bay before her bodice twitsed around to face him fully, her teeth bared and flashing fiercely at Spyder. "How dare you!" she screeched, her voice echoing through the otherwise silent wood.
You're in a place for fear, lips are for b i t i n g here
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Post by Storeh on Feb 1, 2011 23:29:00 GMT -5
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Hatred. The sweet odium! Perfect abhorrence! Delightful detestation! It stung his hide as if drenching it in cyanide, something that made fits of demented hilarity ring past his patched ears to echo through the empty vacancy. The loathsomeness that this mare felt for him made him so giddy! All the terrible thing he wished to do to her. Rib apart her crafted bodice, the delicately constructed framework of heavenly bones. Yes, the thought rang through him sparked a flame behind his expectant eyes. This angel. He wanted to deconstruct her, rip apart her soul. Goddess, none of it was his. A sadistic smirk spread farther across his ripped face. How dare he? How dare he? The accusation!
There was a click, a tick, a small strip of silence as a blank fold flashed behind his eyes. A white flash that caused all expression to melt of his face. Time collected forth a moment as something hot seared across his flesh. Everything molded back into place as another blank flashed across his eyes. Where was he? What had just happened. Clouded eyes looked at the mare before him. Who was she? Oh. Yes. Ashia. The little slut that was Orpheus', right? What had he done? Oh yeah, the little plan. Had flawed.
'Tell me, my dear. What was I doing?' The nature of his voice had shifted as had his mood, a blank expectancy as he gazed with neutral composure on the mare. He must know if he should just turn and leave now. Maybe to the lands once more, for there was nothing he could fathom. Nostrils flared. In heat, then? Wandering in this forest. What a cry for attention, yes. The silence cradled him once more as another flash seared across his skin, orbs flashing as a bird fluttered across his path. Instantly, it was caught in his jaws, teeth snapping shut upon it as each bone broke with a sudden rush of blood. Silence.
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[/color] Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: Creepily the creepy creeper creeped behind the trees.
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything} [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 2, 2011 0:34:37 GMT -5
The brief blank expression on the stallion's facade only caused the mare to think that he was utterly stupid, before he seemed to snap back into reality, but there was something off about him. Perhaps not off off like he normally was, but something totally different from his usual character of insanity. And of course, she didn't like it, not that she liked anything about him before.Her piercing blue eyes stared at the stallion in pure disbelief, as Spyder seemed to snap into some moment of sanity.
Of course, she couldn't answer his question. For one, it would be a very awkward thing to answer to anyway, and second of all, his brief moment was gone after another moment of blank expression, and as a bird fluttered by his maw, his teeth snapped out and crushed the pathetic life between merciless jaws. Immediatly the mare grew rigid again, composing her surprised face into one of pure hatred once more, her head snaking slightly as she sized up the stallion. Would he continue trying to do what he was, or would he leave her be? Or maybe just start going for her throat like he normally did? She couldn't tell with this stallion at all, and it was a bit frustrating not knowing what her opponent was doing until they were actually pulling out the act.
ooc: muse fail :c
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Post by Storeh on Feb 2, 2011 0:54:12 GMT -5
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Orbs widened in beautiful jubilation as a twisted smirk crooked across the refined features of his face, cracking a distorted, teeth bearing grin that allowed blood to slowly drip down each of his teeth. The crimson rivulets streaked finely etched trails down his maw, marking every crisscrossing scar a brilliant arch of scarlet. Oculars widened farther, making uneven lines of bloodshot delicacies visible. Then, cracked teeth opened abruptly to spill their load upon the baked ground below with a sickening suck as it detached itself from mouth. The very moment it hit the ground, Spyder burst forth in a sudden, lunging motion, feinting his usual hold of her pulsing veins to reach back toward her flanks. He dodged again, this time stepping back to take on a crouching stance at her side, mouth by her ears.
A slow, deranged laugh, almost a chuckle, broke from his chords as stained teeth snapped by them before the stag slung his head back, taking a step to circle her with calculating motion. He was predatory, crooked smirk back as laughter rose and fell with uneven gasps. A purr erupted then as the strides elongated into almost a frantic prance, watching her through lashes, wishing for her retaliation. He could have gotten a few blows in-yes! But what would have that been? Not fun. No. Not in the slightest. Struggle. Pleas. Taming? Nay! Smothering the fire in her stomach! He wanted to be burned by that fire. His flesh to be scorched, permanentely scarred!
The tongue emerged to rack across his chapped maw, removing the succulent drops of precious liquid. It was not as beautiful as if it had been Ashia's. Nothing could compare to that simple act. Bleeding. Drowing. Yes. He wished for her to DROWN in her own blood as he tore her apart-delicately-savoring the moment as he watched the life fade from her being. A shiver raced across his spine. Such desires. So many. Nameless. So many. Reenacted. Wanted. Needed!
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[/color] Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: Creepily the creepy creeper creeped behind the trees.
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything} [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 3, 2011 3:44:39 GMT -5
It was sickening, watching this stallion infront of her as blood dripped loosely from his teeth, splattering slickly onto the forest floor. A horrid scent filled the air around the pair, and it took all the mare could not to retch and desert her lunch onto the ground. A dark scowl formed on her maw, blue eyes glaring with steady intensity that she could only hope burn holes into the stallion's scabbed and bleeding flesh. Spyder was consorting along with death, flirting and playing silly little games that with one false move, he would be resting in his grave. But never, ever, would Ashia have a doubt in her mind he would take her down with him in every way possible, tearing her flesh away and gutting out her insides as if it were play dough. Physically and mentally he would ravage her, to grant his wish, and in one way he had already won. Get a drink - look for Spyder. Walk around - look for Spyder. Try to sleep - keep one eye open, and look for Spyder. She was at war with her brain, trying to keep up with the madness and the disaster that was Spyder.
Not even a second passed after the load of blood spilled across the floor was when Spyder launched himself at her, scattering blood droplets like rain in a grusome trail. Ashia squealed, bodice giving a small buck of the new found energy pumping through her veins, inspired by the prospect of tearing into the stallion's flesh once again, without the chains of ownership binding her maw shut. His teeth snappped, but they didn't make contact to her fragile flesh, not breaking the skin and letting her singing blood free from the confines of her veins. He only wrapped around her in a tight circle, and for a moment, she only watched him, eyes ablaze with curiousity, like a cat watching a mouse's anticts of escape before it made the final kill.How sick and malevolent their games were, a never ending cycle of murder, absent of death. But it was only a matter of time before someone struck the right point, and the never-ending game would finally come to an end.
Ashia was becoming impaitent, and a bit suspicious at the lack of violence between them. What was he waiting for? Ladies first? Hardly a lady..not a lady..far from! beast beast beast! The words echoed among her skull in a vibrating tone, as the mare grit her teeth, and pulled her maw into a tasteless smile. "C'mon, c'mon, you know you want to," came her keening croon, tossing up her he head and tempting the hellion brute with the defenselessness of her exposed neck. She let out a soprano of broken and crackled laughter hat would belong to a madwoman, before she lunged at the stallion as he passed her again, her teeth greedy and snapping, hungry for the flesh that would only quench her thirst for blood.
ooc: lol, they scare me sometimes.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 3, 2011 18:38:34 GMT -5
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A shiver of ravishing dire need quaked along the confines of spinal column as her musical squeals vanquished the building nothingness, replacing it instead with the fire-riding intensity that was his deepest want. Taunting him, teasing his fair games, dancing with the devil but nay! they were a duet of deadly ballet. Sweet truth upon her lips, calling to the demons that sang within. Beckoning. Just as the muscles had tensed, mind far past preparation of expectation, she made the move he had longed for-awaited for a growing eternity. The grave had been dug by the clever hand, but he did not wish for her to die...just yet. Screaming, bleeding, torturous sounds as he intertwined her entrails.
Humor. Humor me. The pounding of vocal crimson rang with rapture through his hollow cranium. Snapping pretenses of longed teeth scrapped across the tender area of flesh, drawing the blood to stain. What was an essential demand as the pain washed over. Ecstasy! Then, every tendon snapped taunt as he twisted the agile length of form into a bend, teeth aimed not for their usual station upon her feeble jugular, nor her velveteen maw, but the delicate crane of her neck, the base of her dainty head. Nothing short of finality, bitter truthful hot-rage-streaked adrenaline flashed like lights forth from orbs as the teeth posed, prepared. A second to be cherished. Awaiting the steel-razored trap.
Yet, something was lacking in the justice that Spyder was bringing to himself. Never before had he been crafty, witty, sly, or thoughtful in the endeavors the mindful games where sought from. Playfulness, dripping in the chill of blood was something he always held. Childishness. Foolishness. A disturbing hint upon a want of endless torment for the mare. Ashia. The devil's brood. The rigid frame was distorted-warped with something foreign to bear witness. Battle was a game, death was a brother. But the melting facade of laughter had edged away completely from his frame. The insanity won. Spyder was serious. Yet, the devil looked down and kept on laughing. Death was a game no more.
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[/color] Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: Creepily the creepy creeper creeped behind the trees.
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything} [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 4, 2011 23:41:26 GMT -5
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What a sense of deja vu Ashia felt as the lust for fighting rose between the pair, to feel the razored caress of their teeth on one another's flesh, to taste the rustic liquid in their mouths, to crave it like it was a necissity to life. It violent, it was malevolent, it was sinful. They had gone too far from ever hope of repension, and it appeared to be very far from their minds in their want to see one another dead. But such desires shouldn't be aquired so quickly, they must savor their slow climb to victory. But it was a close race, and as a result, they both may perish in during the homestretch if they reached for a desperate lever of foul play.
It was a relishing feeling to sink into the stallion's flesh once more, her teeth greeting his skin like it was an old friend, taking it in its tight embrace until it broke and blood poured sickly into her mouth. She couldn't help but grin in pleasure, a great unexplainable feeling washing over her. She was addicted to the taste of his skin, his blood, and to the pain he administered onto her own bodice like a drug. She was past the point of insanity, and she quite liked it. So couldn't bear the thought of leaving this stallion, thinking of her being alone without her ragdoll toy was a bit depressing.
Her sick, twisted smile turned into something of agony as his teeth clenched around her withers and twisted around painfully. She shriveled into herself, withdrawing her grip from the stallion, nerves pinching and twitching under the pressure of his bite. Saphire irises fleeted to his deranged face and she turned on him, maw lashing out to wherever she could reach to pull the brute off of her.
ooc: you'll have to download the 'violation' font to see the font in ashia's name under the image
music: screaming bloody murder - sum 41
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Post by Storeh on Feb 5, 2011 18:00:06 GMT -5
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The balances of hate and love where twisted to a distorted aura of wretched perfection upon each scar lightening the sharp recesses of the stallion's hellion face. Sparks danced wildly, unmatched, egged on by the dim portals of light as what struggle the mare trapped in his jaws gave for the working. Taking. Crushing, the jaws wanted the satisfaction that came with the release of marrow from bone, tendons to tempt his whimsical tongue. The sweet dripping of her intoxicating crimson did not sate the inner demon, only causing him to rear back in a surge of want. Grind her bones to ash, falling on his form. It was a sweet harmony, deepest symphony, a lashing of teeth, shards of skin flying. Pain was a shower of unmatched temptation as Spyder continued to pull her under, front legs finding with success what they desired.
A twist, a jerk, trapping the stilts inside the stance of his own, muscles rippling, bloody pelt shimmering as the entire frame swayed. The brute couldn't help himself, for the lust could not be pushed away. Lust for more than just her maidenhood, for the sawing of their bones together, the snapping of their hearts. Already, through the movement waking from the struggle already occurring, the stallion knew from his past experiences that a wrong move was something he could not afford. Yet he had maneuvered himself atop her, using the fullest extent of his weight to try and keep her steady. Mind rushed as the combination of both their flowing blood raced through the unsettled mind.
Plan. It was one of the first times that Spyder himself, the bloody bay ridden with insanity's charms, had devised something of using nature. Mind whirled, for he knew the ending of this would not come soon, but the mare would experience the pain like no other! Joyous! Maybe she would be able to share with the stag this. A low chucked resounded, high pitched as the adrenaline sharpened all into focus. The day was a cradle of misfortune for some, but the brute was high riding upon the wings, tipping to the edge as he always played close to Death's side. Swinging, swinging, with swaying as the jaws constricted once more around tender flesh. Crimson was the color of roses, roses of love, but they were stained with the hints of blood.
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[/color] Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: Creepily the creepy creeper creeped behind the trees.
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything} [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 6, 2011 2:51:07 GMT -5
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She tried to resist it, to swallow it back down her throat, but an agonized moan slipped past her clenched jaw. It was the opposite of what she wanted; the last thing you wanted to do was show weakness to your enemy. Spyder was good at that game; he never seemed to care that she had ripped a chunk off his body or tore out some of his mane, but she was always the more realistic one and succumbed to crying out in pain. It was frustrating that nothing phased the stallion, and it would drive her into a frenzy just to get some form of negative reaction. But whenever Ashia hurt him, he drowned out her small victory with fits of laughter.
A breath hissed sharply out of her lungs as Spyder's weight slammed down onto her again, this time heavier of a load to carry on her bodice. Ashia would try and dump him onto the forest floor again, but it would be completely idiotic; she would only place herself at a disadvantage by sinking closer to the ground. The dappled mare snorted in agrivation, his heavy weight trapping her in place despite her efforts to simply walk forward. When she tried moving her hind legs, they seemed to refuse to move, afraid of collapsing her hindquarters again. Ashia grit her teeth; she was stuck.
"Get off of me!" she screeched, her voice ending in a shriek as his teeth snapped around her again, gushing a fresh round of flowing blood as her skin split. no no, no use! game over game over! Ashia glowered from within her thoughts, the little voice being little help to her now. The mare gave a loud squeal of protest, ears flattening to her skull and neck whipping around to allow her teeth to snap out at the stallion's limbs wrapped tightly around her barrel.
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Post by Storeh on Feb 6, 2011 19:35:38 GMT -5
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Laughter. It was more than just the best medicine for the sick, injured, or fallen. It was not just a helpful escape, but a way to express the lovely little thoughts that stuck to the insides of ones jaws, allowing the blood to flow rampant upon the ashen-soaked ground. Caking. Baking. Mixing with the bones of the Earth to bring desire back to his lips. A moan. A plea. Enough to make the bloodied stallion want to scream. An order. A demand. Tempting flashes mirroring behind his head. Consequences would be dire, but for now he himself as Spyder would simply buckle down and enjoy the ride. Her squeals just twisted the churning lust, making it feel more real. Solid. His tool was almost throbbing.
'Yes, please my love, rip me to shreds, for it will make this all that much more...desirable.' Oh, the voice was low, laden with the husk he felt inside, rough but sweet like the dripping of crimson. Deadly audios? Oh, how the brute wished so fully to whisper the tales of his desires into the gently curve of her petaled ear, tear the flesh that resided there, all in the sake of his love. Tear her heart out, for it was his. Only his. Forever...or at least until his grave sang to him. Bloody heaven, sickeningly sweet as he raised himself to tease against her. This is what I am going to do to you, his actions spoke. Except it will hurt far worse than all of us could dream.
Purr. A small little, gently coaxing purr underlined with the usual grin. Laughter. Do you want to win, little dove? When I have torn off your precious wings? You made a mistake. I have not. The rippling muscles that lined each line of his pelting tensed with anticipation. Holding her steady, shaking, breaking against his own form. He was heavy, and he was waiting. Take it slow? Take it painful? Yes, yes, my love. Gentle now, we don't want to hurt yourself. He pressed against her slowly, forcefully with no hope of yielding. Pressure. Inside.
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[/color] Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: Creepily the creepy creeper creeped behind the trees.
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything} [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 7, 2011 20:42:21 GMT -5
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Never before had she felt feelings that she expressed now. Quite possibly other mares in similar situations would feel the same thing, but nothing could ever compare to the pair now. Perhaps other mares felt the same keening want that was not under their own control, but of their bodies' consent, to relieve the heat that consumed them. Burning, wanting for a foal. And the mere presence of a stallion was enough to set a mare off when she was in that sort of season. But the want of Spyder was unwanted to Ashia, like a parasite that couldn't be shaken off.
A mild thought crossed the mare's mind that quite possibly it wouldn't be so bad giving herself to Spyder willingly, though it made no difference now; they were past the point of no return. That thought was backed up at the violating brushes against her, breath hissing out of her maw, heated air onto the stallion's leg as she paused from her assault on his defenseless stilts. A mad cackling vibrated through her skull, racking her brain with the sound of its meanacing demenor. weak selfish slut of a mare! Ashia grit her teeth, feeling her anger rising, but that only encouraged the presence into a heavier fit of laughter.
A sick, twisted feeling warped its way into the dapple's gut as the beast spoke from atop her back. She wanted to hurt him so badly, cause him the most agony he's ever felt in his entire life, but as it seemed it was exactly what he wanted, what he craved, and ultimately now, what he lusted for. There was no possible way to win this war, and yet she still kept on fighting, fighting, and fighting, in hopes of claiming a small victory. But today certaintly wasn't going to be that day for her. A prickling uneasiness ran up the mares spine, but it was soon shattered away with a ripple of pain. She held a snarl in her throat and stamped it out with a low growl-like sound, her bodice jerking violently in protest.
God sent you to tear me o p e n..
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The struggle! Ah, the struggle made it all so real! Made him feel the ripples of pleasuring pain that told him that the stallion was really alive! Joyously alive! Though dead never seemed like all that bad, especially if it was brought to the light of a distorted lullaby. The laughing, it rang form him as shaking fits contorted his features as with undeniable sadistic yearning the brute continued the slow push inside. Deeper. Deeper. No grunts or moans of affection, just the ringing tang of convulsing hysteria. A grinding of their bones as the bodies clashed was a serrated sensation of sharp numbing senses, as Spyder wondered in the gratitude of her dreadful plight! The feral gracing of snarl that tore from her throat was all the urging the bloody bay needed, all that he would ever need.
Every single fiber of his muscled being snapped to an alerted attentiveness as he collected himself, the maniacal splendor cut off sharply as the maw closed. Teeth ground together, snapping shut with finality as the moment was reached. Reach. Exploding into a jab of motion, all the force collected tightly inside the chambers of his heartless core was exerted into a single, violent thrust. Deep inside the chambers, he swear he felt the tearing. A tearing. Blood. Nostrils flared to inhale the blood as explosions occurred behind his eyes. Pain. It was unfathomable! Desire! Filling him harder. Pounding inside his veins. Tear her open. A mixture of a growl and a moan escaped his tortured throat, something arcane as the teeth once more sought to dig into her beautifully arching neck. Flesh.
Scars that riddled his pelt did not compare, give grace to this moment for all the years without this sating. Hard. Hard. The flutter of broken wings against the ribcage of her heart. Imagine. Then, another bottoming thrust was made. Oh! Oh! Blood. Pain! Needed it so badly, needed her so badly! Resist, my love, resist all you may! Today is the day I have danced with the devil, signed away my soul. No more. The mind that cradled inside almost dissolved to ash as the wants of the bloody bay's treacherous body burned with the whims of itself. More, it pleaded. More. Yes, he would have more. More. MORE.
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[/color] Muse: Through the Roof.
OOC: Creepily the creepy creeper creeped behind the trees.
Music: My Chemical Romance {Anything and Everything} [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by L Y N X ! on Feb 8, 2011 0:42:17 GMT -5
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No words in the world could describe the painful emotions running through the mare's mind. To be taken by someone you hated the most, wanted dead, and be ravaged violently from the inside out was pure malevolent torture. And all he could do was laugh. She did her best to hold her tongue now, trying to keep the stallion from recieving the responses he fed on so hungrily, but as he pressed on, it grew more and more difficult. Soreness remained behind the doors broken shielding her innerworkings by Spyder, throbbing at each jerking motion, the slightest touch sending an aching wave up her spine. Dried blood caked her shoulders, beading down her legs and cooling in the chilly air and hardening on her sweaty pelt.
It split. It tore. The agony was unbearable, unthinkable; her maw couldn't form the words as blood began to trickle. Ashia wanted to be released from it, taken away, but all she could do was scream, scream to the heavens above. Her legs trembled and shook, swaying at the slightest, and with a jerk the mare sunk. Not enough to collapse, but enough to the point that it took off half of her height, and took the stallion down with her. A wonder how she still held him so securely against her wishes, his body still remaining intact upon his high throne. But domination wasn't the key factor here in their games. But games they were no more; this was war. Pure, malistic war. She could feel his skull crunching like stale bread under her hooves now.
She craved it, needed it, more than anything else in the world. Relief. Relief from the disaster that was Spyder, from her wounds, from the demonic spawn that soon would be growing and leeching off of her body. That was, if she survived at all. She wanted the life seeped from her, so she wouldn't have to see the dastardly monster again. monster monster! Ashia drew in a raggid breath -- murderer! murderer! --and tha breath caught in her throat, and her nostrils flared gasping for air. play in the stream with me..watch it turn red! glory glory, messy messy.. pluck the feathers, the bird cannot fly! makes it easier to wring its neck.. play in the stream, Marie..
God sent you to tear me o p e n..
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music: screaming bloody murder - sum 41
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