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[bg=#746d51] Ears flicked as she gave a timid smile, somewhat unsure as she followed him. The small mare was afraid, however a part of her was delighted as she could be! She was about to mate with the love of her life, and she was wary and unsure. Why was she feeling this? Why was she having second thoughts? Nostrils and tail flickered with nervousness as she brushed up against his pelt softly, spine tingling down the entire length of her small frame. Was she sure about this? Ears flicked as she took in his entire build before finally meeting his gaze. Giving another timid smile, she turned to nuzzle his neck gently. How would this work out? Giving a faint snort, she retracted her muzzle, whipcord flicking wildly with anxiety. Would he make the first move in this situation? Or would she be forced to? Blue eyes watched him as she remained quiet, lips giving the faintest of a twitch of nervousness. Was she to admit she was nervous, would that make her awkward feelings go away? No, that would be stupid! She gave a faint snort as she pondered, over thinking the situation. She was filled with wary, anxiety and nervousness. Could he sense this? Ears flicked curiously, nostrils flaring slightly. He was so handsome, his two toned eyes were inviting and warm. However, she remained wary and nervous. Why was she feeling this? She knew she was perfectly safe, but yet she felt these feelings of anxiety and nervousness.

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MUSE IC ! none
MUSE ! ehh
SPEECH ! 5e4d37
OTHER !

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[bg=black] Yamanu watched his counterpart with caring blue eyes as she followed him into the deeper forest. The wind gently caressed the couple in a reassuring manner as the stallion moved his muzzled to Annabelle’s neck. His nostrils flared as he took in the lovely mare’s sweet scent. He reassured her again with a gentle whinny before lipping at her withers. His grooming steadily moved down her spine, his body following the movement. As he sought to lip at the point just above her tail, the stallion paused feeling the tension and anxiety that flowed from the mare. He rested his chin upon her back, looking to the mare’s face with a patient stare. “Are you still okay, Annabelle?” His body was eager to mount the mare, but he refuted it the opportunity until he was confident that the mare could handle this. As he waited for her response, his ears twitched to and fro as he listened to the gales watching over Ahriman but his eyes were distracted, no overwhelmed, by her presence. She was far more stunning than any mare he’d ever seen. characters|| Yamanu word count|| 184 muse music|| three days grace ooc|| <3

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[bg=#746d51] The mare let out a forced sigh, nostrils flaring as he trailed down her body. Ears flicked as he spoke, cranium resting on her back. "Of course, just a bit nervous." She returned, giving a timid smile. Turning back to face the brush in front of them, she waited, nostrils flaring. Everything would be alright, this was what she had always wanted this, hadn't she? Giving a soft snort, hormones beginning to overpower her anxiety and nervousness about the situation. Calmness began to fall over her slowly as she gave a flick of her two toned whipcord, waiting to see his next move. Things were falling into place, everything was alright. She had no reason to be afraid of him; he had no reason to take his anger out on her like his father had.

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MUSE IC ! three days grace; say anything; apocalyptica
MUSE ! ehh
SPEECH ! 5e4d37
OTHER !

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[bg=black] Yamanu smiled as she reassured him that she was ready to do this. He lifted his head from her back before gently nudging her haunches. The painted brute resumed lipping at her spine as he maneuvered his weight behind the mare. The brute wasn’t sure how much longer he could go at this slow and steady pace. His heart throbbed as he wanted to get the show on the road already. A deep breath later, he calmed himself again. He remembered he wanted to make Annabelle happy here and that there would be no loss in being a gentleman their first time. The stallion could feel the blood rush to his face as he thought such things. What was going on with him? With a snort, he dismissed the thoughts before nosing at her tail gently. A few seconds later, the stallion reared up and placed his weight upon the mares. He was careful to be gentle as he allowed his large form to fall upon her petite bodice. He wanted to ask if she was okay again as his lust fought with his more emotional side. Eventually, he decided against – he didn’t want to annoy the mare to death with his concerns. She was certainly smart enough to tell him if she was uncomfortable or anything of that matter. At least, he hoped she would tell him! There he was again, rattled with anxieties. characters|| Yamanu word count|| 235 muse music|| rev theory - light it up ooc|| <3

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[bg=#746d51] Ears drew back as the mare listened to the stallion's breathing and movements, waiting until he would finally mount her. The small mare was glad he was going slow; giving her time to adjust to the touch of another again. After her whole painful experience with Orpheus, she was afraid to begin to socialize with others again; her mind beaten and without trust of another one's touch. Drawing in a shaky breath and releasing it quietly as she felt the stallion nose at her tail, she gave a teasing flick with a timid smirk. He began to retract his muzzle and she gave a loud snort of surprise as he landed on her small bod softly, yet the weight was still somewhat surprising. Her heartbeat began to increase as reality stung her. This was really happening! Nostrils flared widely as she waited, waited for him to actually enter her small body. Ears flickered with anxiety and inexperience. She was supposed to remove her tail from the way of him, wasn't she? An ear drew forward with slight amusement. She didn't have a damn clue what to do and it made her feel so insecure around him, that was the whole issue! Snorting with surprise, she gave herself a moment to marvel at her breakthrough. Raising her whipcord, she turned her cranium slightly to look at him our of the corner of blue eyes, waiting to see his next move.

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MUSE IC ! three days grace; say anything; apocalyptica
MUSE ! ehh
SPEECH ! 5e4d37
OTHER ! I hate this table T-T

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[bg=black] Yamanu could feel the tassels of her tail brush against his undercarriage and an odd sensation overcame the stallion. Apart of him wanted to laugh at the slight tickling sensation, but for sake of not being humiliated in front of his mate, the paint refrained. Noting her blue orbs gazing back at him, the stallion offered her a sheepish smile before reaching forwards to nibble at her withers. As he played with the fur upon her back, the stallion pressed his tool gently against the mare. And, with a short whinny, he entered the mare’s bodice. Adrenaline flooded his veins but he didn’t moveany further just yet. Questioning eyes looked back upon Annabelle to see that she was still alright. After reassuring himself, he pulled upon her mane in a playful manner as he began to gently thrust within the mare. Every motion was slow and careful, eyes ever vigilant for her reaction and ears fluttering wildly for any signs that young Ahriman was waking. characters|| Yamanu word count|| 165 muse music|| taio cruz - come on girl ooc|| <3

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[bg=#746d51] The mare gave a sharp snort, nostrils flaring quickly as he finally thrusted into her body. Ears drew forward as he began to thrust slowly and carefully and tug on her mane, blue eyes wide. Breathing beginning to quicken, nostrils flared as she stood still, the stallion thrusting into her carefully. How was she supposed to feel? A small pleasure, a warm, tingling sensation began to slither up from the depths of her small body. What was this? She had never felt this feeling before. It was odd, slightly scary but thrilling. Annabelle gave a snort, this was so new! A thought began to creep upon the surface of her mind. Did the stallion want to go faster instead of this slow and steady pace? The mare's body seemed to be responding well, why not push on forward? "Do you.. Want to continue faster?" The mare turned slightly to eye him, her voice quiet and timid.

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MUSE IC !
MUSE ! ehh
SPEECH ! 5e4d37
OTHER ! I hate this table T-T

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[bg=black] The stallion paused his motions as he heard her snort, frightened he had hurt the mare. However, her body had loosened it's composure and a quiet smile crossed his kissers. He took that as his cue to continue on and gently tightened the grip of his forelegs around her barrel. As she gave him permission, the stallion asked if she was sure with an inquiring whinny. His body was quicker than his mind to take the cue and his thrusts became more and more frequent. And, perhaps, increasing the pace wasn't the wisest thing for the stallion to have done. As his body was overcome with the pleasure, his mind became fogged and he became less alert of the wind's words. All that was on his mind was pleasing the mare as his seed began to fill her. characters|| Yamanu word count|| 144 muse music|| every avenue ooc|| <3

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[/size][/i]Ears flicked as the stallion began to increase his pace, grip tightening on her barrel as he thrusted harder into her small body. A small moan escaped her maw, ears drew back as pleasure began to build, tingles running down her spine with an amazing thrill. She began to emit another moan, however a movement caught her eye. What was that? The mare's head arose immediately with a snort, ears perked as blue eyes locked onto the source of the movement. Her heart began to sink, a terrible feeling beginning to settle in the pit of her stomach as she gave a sigh with a lingering look at the creature. It was, unfortunately, her colt, watching them with wide, startled bright blue eyes. "Ahriman," The mare started, reaching her muzzle forward to motion the colt forward.

A thought struck her like lightning, another sharp snort coming from the mare as she turned to look at Yamanu. He was listening for the colt! Or he was supposed to be, the mare gave a sigh. A surge of guilt and slight anger began to boil in the pit of her stomach, her body immediately turned off from any sort of arousal. "Why didn't you say anything?" The mare asked quietly, turning her head to gaze at the shocked colt so she wouldn't meet the stallion's gaze.[/color][/size]
MUSE IC ! none
MUSE ! good
SPEECH ! 96e0ff
OTHER ! sibby

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[bg=black] The stallion scowled as he heard the mare say the colt's name. Gaze darted to the little foal as all motion on his part ceased. He quickly dismounted the mare, eying the small creature with uncertainty. He knew it was unreasonable to be mad at the small foal for ruining the occasion. He was just a foal, but he had already ruined so much in their lives by existing. Ears shifted back as the mare blamed him. He was enraged that she blamed him, and he longed to rid them of the abomination of his father's creation once and for all. But, inward scolding soon replaced the rage. No, in spite of its dark blood, this foal was not to blame. "I-I'm sor-" he cut himself short as the wind whistled past the duo. Yamanu turned to Annabelle with a hard stare. "When I tell you it is clear to run, take the foal and get as far as you can from here... Listen to me, Annabelle! I will find you when it is safe, but I need you to just trust me and do what I ask." No sooner had the words been hissed from his throat did a demonic silhouette appear from behind Ahriman. Orpheus smiled at the pair with chastising eyes. "Bitch, just can't get enough, can she, son?" "Father, you have no business here. Leave." "Oh, but I believe you two have something that belongs to me." The stallion's icy blue eyes went down to his newest spawn. "Ahriman, come with me, son." The stallion reached his velvety muzzle down to touch the foal, but before he could, Yamanu's teeth sought out his cheek. The tank of a brute squealed, angered eyes meeting his eldest son. Yamanu pulled away, blood staining his ivories. Instinct drove him to protect the foal, stepping in front of the small creature and nudging it towards it's mother. "Annabelle, now. Go to your friend's land, the one you made the promise to! Do it!" The younger paint knew the only way to keep Orpheus away from Ahriman and Annabelle was to pick a fight. He would buy them enough time to get away to Rocas. Plus, he had unfinished business to attend to with his dear old father. characters|| Yamanu Orpheus word count|| 402 muse music|| rockstar supernova ooc|| dun dun dun.

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[/size][/i]Everything began to happen so fast before the mare's blue eyes, fear pricking at her insides. "I don't want to leave you," The mare began to protest, stepping forward with an outreached muzzle to give her mate's shoulder a loving nuzzle before stepping back and nudging her foal towards her. What was she to do? The mare was torn, her heart began to ache. She feared for the one she loved, but she was urged to flee with her babe. Blue eyes landed on the large bastard's form, a surge of fear and anger beginning to rumble deep within her. The mare stepped back, eyes staying on the older stallion's form as she edged to the woods behind them, fear pricking at her insides unrelentingly.

"Ahriman," The mare sought after her son, panic in her voice as blue eyes landed on the small foal that was remaining at her side. Relief began to temporarily calm her, however that only lasted for a few moments. She turned and headed towards the woods, giving a last look at her colt's sire and her mate before fleeing in the direction of Rocas, eyes moving from the path in front of her to the panicked foal running beside her.

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MUSE IC ! three days grace
MUSE ! good
SPEECH ! 96e0ff
CHARACTERS ! annabelle || ahriman
OTHER ! sibby

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[bg=black] Father and son stood stark still with threatening eyes and ivories bared at one another. Neither looked willing to step down from this fight. The stakes were too high - Orpheus's pride and the safety of Yamanu's family. Within the blink of an eye, the two painted equines had spurred into motion. Orpheus's teeth met with his son's jaws in the first blow. A shrill whinny escaped Yamanu as rage surged through his veins. He ripped himself free of his father's grip and without sparing amount found his own maw wrapped around the skin of the larger brute's neck. A kick of tank's over-sized foreleg to his son's chest was enough to dislodge his bite. Yamanu back away from his father, the breath taken from his chest and far more of his blood spilled than his elder's. This did not discourage the young one from launching another attack - this time at the very leg that struck him. The wind howled and raged as two of it's children sought for each other's blood. A kick here, a bite there, each received quite the battering. and it seemed as if the younger was getting the upper hand. He had made several blows upon his father, blood gushing from wounds and bruises soon to follow in other places. Yamanu's teeth were embedded into the larger's withers, his forelegs pressed against the heathen's rib cage, battering them terribly, when a familiar demonic glint crossed Orpheus's eyes. The look was caught moment's too late by the smaller stallion. Orpheus rammed his large skull into his son's barrel, his war cry filling the air. The smaller didn't stand a chance against the brute force and went crashing to the ground. A pain-filled whinny tainted the air as he could feel the splintering of a bone in his foreleg. The next thing he knew, his father's large hoof was striking down at his skull. Rolling just in time, the young brute escaped death by inches. Pulling himself to his battered limbs, Yamanu took off in the opposite direction in which his mate had headed. The battle wasn't looking good for him and it was time to utilize the one thing he had over his father and his mass - speed. Adrenaline kept him moving as he led his father on a winding chase, blinding Yamanu from the pain that should have been surging through his injured leg and other wounds. Eventually, the young brute lost his father and was able to head on the right trail back to his mate and adoptive son. He left Orpheus to buck and squeal with rage in his tracks... characters|| Yamanu Orpheus word count|| 459 muse music|| bullet for my valentine ooc|| oh noes. fighting! x3

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