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Post by Mad Nysa on Mar 1, 2011 10:28:38 GMT -5
Mystery walked through Terra Scure, hiding in the shadows. She stopped, and thought about her past. She went through it all, but slowed down on the part about her lover. His smile....His touch...Mystery snapped back to reality. She knew she was in heat, and tried to hide it. Thankfully, she hasn't seen anyone these past few days. She wouldn't forgive herself if that happened. It was a glorious spring day. The sun was shining and there were no clouds in the blue sky. Mystery looked around making sure no one was around. When that was confirmed she stepped out of the shadows into the sun. Mystery walked over to a stream, and took a long drink. She looked up, and shook her mane.
Muse: Good
Music: For your entertainment-Adam Lambert
Occ: ehhh post sucks
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Post by Vel on Mar 1, 2011 18:16:44 GMT -5
Jigsaw
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the large stallion moved silently through the forest. Spring. This was Jigsaw's favourite time of the year. Spring mean that animals were up an moving, which meant that mares were out, this only led to them being in heat which, in turn, made it a very enjoyable season for the white-faced stallion.
Jigsaw was just like his father had been for years; a womanizer. Willing or not, he would take them, and hopefully impregnate them. Sadly, Jigsaw had only produced one foal so far with the lead of Liberta's daughter Kibitala. Even though Jigsaw hated his father, Masquerade, he strove to be like him. Masquerade had countless offspring running around the island, and by now grandchildren and great-grandchildren.
This happened to be one of Jigsaw's frequent spots for scoping out mares to add to his leader, Aro's, harem. Today was his lucky day. His acute sense for finding horses of the female variety were aroused when the scent of a mare carried with the wind. Jigsaw let out a whinny and quickly followed the scent, hoping to find the mare.
It only took a few minutes before he spied a painted mare taking a drink of water from one of the many rivers that ran through the mystical land of Isola Dei Dei. A devious smirk sprang up on his ebony maw as he approached the painted beauty. "'Ello love." he purred as he skillfully slid up next o her, taking his own lazy drink from the cool water the river had to offer.
OOC: --
Muse: Good
Inspiration: Porcelain - Helen Jane Long
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Post by Mad Nysa on Mar 1, 2011 18:49:10 GMT -5
Mystery knew the stallion was coming for some time, and she wasn't startled when he jumped next to her."So you're British, hm?" Mystery smirked, her face barely above water. This stallion was strange....Love? That annoyed Mystery. She lifted her head from the water, and smirked."What brings you here hm? A sweet little thing as yourself?" This would be fun. She looked at the stallion. Ahhh, a dark. She figured. Mystery raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to reply. She hid her scent well, and made sure he didn't get to close to see. She trotted a little downstream, and raised an eyebrow at him waiting for his next move.
Muse:lalala
Music: same thing
Occ: wow, I'm surprised at myself.
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Post by Vel on Mar 1, 2011 19:18:25 GMT -5
Jigsaw
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"Bri'ish? Wha' the 'ell is tha'?" he asked her. Never before in his life had the stallion heard the term 'British'. It was as foreign to him as humans were. This mare had obviously come from the human world. He had met many mares from there, but not one had ever described him as being 'British' before. He only talked how his fellow herd members had spoken when he was young.
The stag swished his ebony and crimson tail as he brought his head back u pfrom the water. Only when the mare spoke did he cock his head. Now this was interesting. She was acting like he normally did. A fellow dark. "Me? sweet? Oh love I think y'go' it all wrong." he said with a sad shake of his head. He moved closer to her, running his muzzle along her bodice as he said "The only sweet thing 'ere is you." It would only be so long until Jigsaw would tell her to cut the crap so they could both get what they wanted, but right now, he would leave it be. This was fun, arousing even. It was hte first fun of the season, so why cut it short now?
OOC: --
Muse: Good
Inspiration: Whipped Cream - Ludo
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Post by Mad Nysa on Mar 1, 2011 19:38:24 GMT -5
Mystery snorted. "Your accent! Anyone can see that." She rolled her eyes. Anger pounded through Mystery's veins when he touched her. She bucked him off, and hissed,"Get off me you twit, and I'm far than sweet if you're playing at that." Mystery was almost dazed, never ever had she been touched like that since her lover died, but it looked like he hadn't noticed she was in heat."Now, what do you want, dear? Before I regretfully knock the living daylight outta you." She purred, but in a threatening way. She trotted more away from him, waiting for his next move.
Muse: Amazing
Occ: post sucks sooo bad it will be better next time >.<
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Post by Vel on Mar 2, 2011 17:56:52 GMT -5
Jigsaw
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"Wha' about it?! E'eryone in my 'erd talks like this, 'cept the outsiders tha' we bring in. he growled at her. Jigsaw did not know what a 'British' was. A place? Another horse? He could not be sure, but whatever this mare meant by saying he spoke like one of those, he was most definitely not it.
The smirk remained on his maw as she bucked. He, of course, was far from harm. "Oooo, touchy aren't we?" he questioned with a dark chuckle. Good. He was already unnerving the little beauty. He thought it would take longer, especially from her first reaction to him. How wrong he seemed to be. She was jsut as touchy as the others. The stag sighed. And he thought she was going to be different.
"Far from sweet, eh?" he question wiht a raise of his brow. From her heated scent, she only seemed sweeter to him. "Well then love why don't we play dir'y?" he asked in a low voice, a wicked grin accompanying it. The next words out of the fae's mouth only mad him laugh at her. Her? Beat him up? He was at least a foot taller than her and probably weighed twice as much. That would be an interesting feat; her beating him up. "Well we can both cu' this crap." he stated. "Y'know far well wha' I want." he told her as he followed her down the river's edge. Either she was playing stupid, or she really was an idiot.
OOC: --
Muse: Good
Inspiration: Girls on Trampolines - Ludo
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Post by Mad Nysa on Mar 2, 2011 18:44:06 GMT -5
Mystery snorted. "What's your term of play dirty, hm? Ohh, I know where you little foals fight each other pretending to be big bad stallions." She smirked, rolling her eyes. "Well, I'm so sorry, but you have to learn you don't get what you want once and while." Mystery rolled her eyes."Now' let's play something a bit less violent. It will give you nightmares. Now what should we play?" She started circling him, fire in her eyes. She quickly attempted to bite him on the ear, and continued circling. "Ohh, I know the perfect game." She purred. Mystery jumped at him attempting for her hooves to rake across his pelt.
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Post by Vel on Mar 3, 2011 17:17:47 GMT -5
Jigsaw
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Jigsaw raised his brow at her words. She obviously did not know what he was talking about. Either she was rather dim or did not get out in the world much to know what stallions like him really wanted. Those fights she was describing were, in fact, very childish and foolish. Jigsaw never saw the fun in fighting unless you were some masochistic basket case. He was talking about a dirty little game of pleasure. It was surprising, a mare who spoke like this and tried to show how tough she believed herself to be was clueless to this. She was not who he thought that she was at all.
Jigsaw quickly moved as her teeth grazed his ear. What the hell was this? One of those psychotic mares. He had encountered them before. They were... interesting, to say the least. This one was just proving to be all too stereotypical, then again he was a stereotype himself so who was he to complain?
As the little mare made a lunge for him, the large black stag smartly moved to the left. It seemed that she needed to do this, let her anger out. He knew the feeling, it happened to him all the time, only he took his out by finding mares and taking his anger out in different ways than a petty fight.
"Why is it y'call fightin' so 'childish' an' then you go 'n' start it? Tha's bein' a bit 'ypocritcal innit? he calmly asked her as his orange optics followed her circling form. She did not have the upper hand at all. Or so he would like to think. Perhaps neither of them did and they were equally matched.
OOC: --
Muse: Good
Inspiration: Libertango - Bond
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Mystery!!!Rwar<3
