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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Jul 7, 2011 20:24:20 GMT -5
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Vala stood in silence, her attention not on the world, in a bird cage of a willow tree shelter. There was this little world in her head, and she loved it. Everyone catering to her every whim. Everyone had a little world in their head that they wish that was real. Her's was probably was nothing like any mare. She snorted, if a low call of a whinny after, audits pushed forward and swiveled searching for the a return call or something. The past few days for the young, bored Navita had been lonely, long, and boring. The days have dragged and she was tired of the day already.
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[/color] Muse: Playing Mind Games...
Word Count: 109...
OOC: MY MUSE LIED AND DIED!!!!!  ...
Music: "Inner Universe" by Yoko Kanno (Ghost in the Shell opening theme)... [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 7, 2011 21:00:30 GMT -5
The wind betrayed his daughter's location to this very forest. Cold blue eyes peered eagerly through the willows that dictated most of the land as his large hooves stomped through the marshy terrain. He made no attempt to hide his pressence - he was certain Desdemona knew he would come to take her life one day for her betrayal. There was no need for secrecy when his ploy was so well-known.
The brute's only companion, the gales that had been gifted to him upon birth, told of another accompanying Des and a vindictive smile crept upon his kissers. The plan had changed, and Orpheus paused in place. The wind told of a meeting of lovers, and his mind reeled with the ways he could torment his daughter and any who dared love her. His vengeance upon the mare would come, oh yes, but later. Let the foolish young rebel enjoy her freedom and the brief joys of love; it would make it all the sweeter when he ripped everything away from her. He would be sure she abandonned all emotions of care and love as she and everyone else had abandonned him before her death. She would feel his pain, of that he would be sure.
He had been about to depart the lands entirely when a call upon the wind out rang the sound of the cascading water that roared throughout this land. A mare just asking for company, just asking for a most demonic thing to join her. Who was Orpheus to deny her what she wanted? Poor mare, she didn't really know what she wanted, what she was asking for, did she? It was his duty to show her the error of her ways. A quiet smile perched his kissers as he mused of her folly and his luck. The painted brute did truly love putting a mare in her place.
He decided before laying eyes upon her that she was not one he would bother trying to sway back to his lands with lies and charisma. She had been foolish enough to come to this land which reaked of the scent of interlocked lovers and newborn foals and actually call out to the demons lurking - she would only be just as a toy for the evening. And, when, his gaze finally came upon the mare in question he had not changed his mind. She was a pretty mare, obviously of elemental descent, and the perfect bodice to brood one of his spawn. He'd decided that a key to his conquest and power was to spawn as many children as he could. Of course, the toys of forced encounters would not be invited back into his harem. He had learned from his mistakes and only loyal fighters and willing mares were welcome there. These toys would just be mules to carry his offspring. And, when the foal had survived and was old enough, he would retrieve what was his for the Inferno army.
As he towered above her form, there was scant a time when his form of nearly seventeen hands did not tower, a quiet snort escaped his maw. "Now that you have the companionship that you called for, are you sure you want it, dear?"
characters | orpheus
word count | 537
muse music | and love said no - him
OOC | in the process of remaking tables
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Jul 8, 2011 2:36:00 GMT -5
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Vala listened to the air, catching the slight beats of one moving towards her, her ears moving forward. She could tell by the sheer sound of the weight put into those hooves she heard, it was going to a large stallion. She smirked slightly. Just what she was hoping for. A little fun. As the stallion approached her, she simply stood there quietly, as he suddenly already started talking of what she wanted. Of course she wanted that companionship. But to her, it seems he was all a little to eager to get to the chase. Maybe she could tempt him into a little game. A game to make it all the better, to her mindset. She wasn't acting either. And she could see right through the stag's own mind. "Of course I'm willing to have my company. Why would I ask, if I were to only cast it away." She spoke, the voice dripping with subduction, which was just natural for her to use, without trying. "But have you ever thought about what fun spoils you can have?" She began walking around him, eying him critically. "Just enjoying your chance with something in your grasp, but by the way you want to, not just to get things started and ended swiftly? Just any wild fantasy to fill a good need." She finished for the time being, as she stopped in front of him, unafraid of his height. She held no fear of him. she waited for him to choose his next words.
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[/color] Muse: In Comatose...
Word Count: 255...
OOC: Give Me Envy, Give Me Malice, Give Me Your Attention, Give Me Envy, Give Me Malice, Baby Gimme A Break, When I Say Shotgun, You Say Wedding, Shotgun Wedding, Shotgun Wedding...
Music: I Am NOT A Whore - LMFAO + Time To Dance - Panic! At The Disco... [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by sibber-chow on Jul 31, 2011 13:12:48 GMT -5
Orpheus snorted before giving a slight roll of his eyes. He'd seen many a mare that thought they knew what they were in these lands for, that beckoned for company only to try and squirm away at the last moment. Few things annoyed him more than such indecision. He saw it simply, do what he wanted and everything could be just peachy. Regardless, this mare didn't seem to be going anywhere, so he would play nice until she gave him reason to do otherwise. Sometimes he really just hoped to offered a reason...
He paid minimal mind to whatever conversation was trying to form. He simply wasn't interested in stimulating his mind right now, and proper courtship was out of the question. He just needed a barer for his seed.
The stallion took a step towards the mare's stopped form, his muzzle resting at the height of her auds. "We each have our own agenda, dear. Play along and this will be fun," he hissed out in as gentle a tone as could come from a brute of the size and darkness as Orpheus. His lips found her mane, nipping gently at the tresses before he took a pace back to gauge her reaction. He didn't forsee any major problems breeding this mare, she seemed willing and the wind spoke of her reputation quite freely. As he watched the oddly marked fae, he couldn't help but pay mind to her looks. She'd spawn a pretty little foal to add to his lineage. |
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Aug 1, 2011 16:27:56 GMT -5
The mare listened to his words, but simply didn't speak back. She knew what she wanted, excitement causing her coat grow the slightest of static, knowing full well it was going to what it wanted. She felt the placed nip in her mane, and before he took a pace back, the mare nipped hard against his coat, playing back. She wanted to play rough. Rough was fun. It was enjoyable. She has been at the game of courting stallions all too much, ones that were always gentle. Something told her he was different. The mare stepped back to him to lay another hard nip on the stallion's neck, the tail that laid behind her hard, simply waiting for him to ask for his want. She was ready to play this game, she thought. There was no changing her mind until she was done with him. At least she didn't need to make her facades to charm her way to him, but still, that was fun as well, making them think she loved them, but her blackened soul had no place for any real love. She loved to only use them to her intentions.
(FFF! I didn't feel like putting her table on it. >.<)
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Post by sibber-chow on Aug 5, 2011 20:14:13 GMT -5
No words escaped the brute's lips, and one would be uncertain to read the emotion that glazed across his icy gaze. It was best to call it indifference. The stallion had grown past the need for companionship, and pleasure was a nice bonus to his true goal: to spawn as many of his bloodline that he could manage. He saw little other purpose to life but to spread his genes and content himself. He'd achieve both here.
Brow quirked as the mare spread harsh nips upon his bodice. He didn't seem particularly angry of her actions although there had certainly been times when such would have warranted volatile reaction. He realized what she was getting at with her gestures, and who was he to deny her something that would make it fun for each of their darker natures. Gentle sex was never as much fun as it was made out to be. That decided, the stallion grasped upon the flesh of her neck with his ivories, seeking to find blood. He'd allow a few bruises and wounds to be laid into her before taking what he truly wanted. Why not take advantage of what was being thrown at him? |
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Post by *~`cHEsHirE!i!cHEetAH`~* on Aug 6, 2011 2:12:20 GMT -5
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Vala had no point in wanting what she wanted, other than the fact that she wanted it. She wanted no child. She only wanted the thrill, the pleasure, the fun. There was no need for passion and affection here. Not that she wanted it right now. Those two things only lead to her being cradled too carefully. She watched him with the venom green eyes. The mare didn't mind bruises, scraps, or bumps, as those healed in short time and really didn't effect the mare's looks. She snorted as she felt his hot breath on her skin of her neck. When she felt the teeth threatening to puncture her skin, she throw head up, her eyes rolling at him in her skull, nostrils widening as she bared her own teeth at the stallion, warning she'd bite back. An eye for an eye, right? But she seemed to get the feeling the stallion wouldn't care. It would only give him more reason to want to damaged, even kill her. Compassion didn't live here either. It was their game. No one said there was rules, no one said play fair, no one said he couldn't do anything he wanted to her. She calmed a bit, but she reminded ready to bite him back for biting her, her nips now growing harsher, and sharper, as if to be trying to be moving him along in his own little game into theirs.
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Word Count: 238...
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Music: Time To Dance - Panic! At The Disco... [/td][/tr][tr][td][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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