- stormy nights [disco | PG-13+]

[~Snowy]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] ~ Ra'Zac - kiss my eyes and lay me too sleep ==== - The evening was cool for a summer day, the night fast approaching and the first stars already twinkling above. a warm breeze blew from the southwest, making waves along the grasslands and giving the birds a free ride upon the air currents. the sea that circled all around the area was a calming element, the sound of crashing waves breaking against the shorelines echoing through the terra was a welcomed one indeed to even the most battle hardened warrior. gulls cried out over the land in a song of their own, screeching over the sound of the waves and the wind as they disappeared into the depths of the sea in their attempts to catch fish. some came up successful, others not so much. the rivers that flowed into the vast seas were now nothing more than a trickle compared to the rushing rapids that could be found a few miles up, the white water now nothing but a memory as the two waters connected, like old friends meeting again after years of separation. elsewhere off in the distance, thunderheads roared and winds picked up to harsh gusts, the signal of a coming sea-storm. the chances of the storm approaching this way however were slim, unless the winds suddenly changed direction and headed towards land. overall, this was shaping up to be a peaceful welcome to the night... nothing like the lands he had visited before. the wind seemed to take on a chillier bite to it as he approached, his stance proud and strong, sparks of electricity crackling upon his pitch black hooves. the wind whipped his banner against his face, the crimson red streak upon his brow fluttering by his coal colored eyes. a smirk was eternally placed upon his maw as he searched the land, awaiting to be found. he wasn't stupid, he knew that entering a land unannounced, especially with the demeanor he had, would not be taken lightly by the local king and queen. it was just that he didn't care. he didn't give a damn about what anyone thought about him, nor did he care about what they made of his actions. he was who and what he was, and his was a name that he would make echo throughout the lands one day soon. fifteen years he'd lived upon this earth, traversing the grounds of the elemental - and some mortal - equines, learning whatever he could and taking it with him wherever else he went. born into the lands of the lightning controllers, the navita, he was immediately feared by his herd. his mother had been a navita, but his father was an arrat, a dark horse from the lands of the eternal night; he never met the hellion, at least he didn't think he did. he'd met a couple of arrat stags in his time, some older than he - any one of them could've been his father. for many seasons, as he grew and learned, his herd feared that he would take after his father, who had forced himself upon the colt's mother against her will. from day one, the herd leader had watched him like a hawk, looking, searching for any signs that his little colt would be a threat to the herd. when his powers activated for the first time, there had been a shimmer of hope. he didn't display any abilities... it was crushed the moment ra'zac had gotten old enough to fight. when he saw the blood drip, felt the adrenaline rush through his body, he changed. as a colt, he'd been impressionable, teachable, and with his activated powers, he and everyone else were almost convinced he was more navita than arrat. they were wrong. since his first fight, he had lived for nothing more than the thrill of battle, the taste of blood, and the rush of adrenaline. the natures of arrat and navita breeds had crossed in this young half-breed, leading him down dark paths of destiny and to an even darker mindset. the battlefield was his playground; he watched the other brutes in his herd fight, learned their moves, and trained himself to be stronger. eventually, as he grew, not one of the young stags in his age group could defeat him, and even more experienced hellions had a difficult time trying to face him. he was the best fighter amongst the colts... but these victories were short-lived. no colt could prove a challenge for him anymore, and the adults refused. he grew bored with his current home... so he left. since then, he had wandered the lands, seeking out worthy opponents to face him. thankfully for him, he'd found what he was looking for in other lands. now here he stood, amongst the fields of the water elementals, the nyfrio, seeking out another opponent for battle. smirk in place, the stallion raced through the lands, banners whipping behind him as they were caught in the harsh wind he created from his run. lightning shot from his hooves straight into the earth with each step he took, and as he came to a stop in the middle of a clearing, he reared upward, neighing out as loudly as he could. he held his dial high as he crashed his talons back to the ground, a scorch mark being left behind in the dust as they made contact. it was a rash and bold move, but how else was he to get someone's attention? smirk still ever present, the stallion now waited. someone would come, especially after that display; probably fuming mad and ready to try and put him in his place. it only made him more anxious...

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[iz the great and powerful]

Picking a path of least resistance , the Water Goddess sauntered through the marshes of Annaffiare Il Riffugio, not having whim or particularity in way. Her golden pelting drenched with the waters of the abode which she ruled upon, her blue tassels and whipcord covered with a coating of thick mud at the ends of the exaggerated tresses. As an abrupt detonation of the silence took place, the fea did not bother to devote the least amount of her attention to its sharp audios as it rang across most of her land, unlike most other equides, who would be subject to searching for the crash's source. Intriguing azure pools inspected her waters as she proceeded, her attention was devout to the keeping of her current pace. The Nyfrio vix could not possibly decipher wether or not there would be any events of importance this day, but she should have to find that out sooner or later. As the fea advanced through her lands, slowly fading memories played back from the fathoms of her mind. Healing wounds were once again deepened.

"Such pathetic children do not deserve to dwell upon this earth," the words of her father rang through her mind, just as a silver streak of lightning would pierce the sky, "Such a small fea, she lacks the worthiness of being heir to the Throne of the Water Horses." he added as he insulted his eldest daughter at the night of her birthing. The dainty filly's blue gaze looked into her father's own, curiosity was heavily expressed, since she could not yet contemplate the insults he spoke about herself. The previous Water Goddess's audits were layer flat against her cranium, teeth bared at her mate's insults of their first child, "How dare you say such a thing!" she hissed, some of the herd warriors gathered behind the feminique as she spoke. With a quick flashing of ice dancing through the cool night air, he was gone, the Water Lord was gone from the lands of the Water horses, never to be seen in any of the lifetimes of the aquatic equines. 

As the Heiress advanced in age, her mother raised her to be a distinguished femme, and not to take orders from others than herself. She learned not to be the devout subject of any manipulative brute, but to be just and honest to her future herd. Every once in a while, a young stag would attempt to enchant Noelani with various charms they had obtained, but none prevailed to break her beliefs. At her mother's last remaining breath, the fea said to her, "I will look after the herd in your place, Mother. My humble thanks for your teachings." 

Thoughts were shattered into unrepairable shards as a trumpeting call pierced the calm air. The fea halted as the chill of another's presence haunted her. The Water Goddess blinked her azure ocules as a gull flapped toward her, it landed on her back with a swift moving of its ivory feathers. Noelani despised those damned fowl, but her mother insisted they were useful long ago, which on rare occasions, they were. Her whipcord flicked in curiosity as it said to her something about another horse intruding upon her lands, "How curious..." she muttered, her hears slowly pivoted toward the source of the noise. The vixen swiftly flicked her cranium, wishing the bird off, her ocules followed as it obeyed her without question. 

Slow, cautious foot-falls were gingerly placed upon a shallow pond, her pallates traveled over its murky depths as if it were dry land. The fea was eager to see who could possibly be roaming upon Annaffiare Il Riffugio, but she kept her guard up as a precaution. As she approached the source of the noise, the mare stopped, her entire bodice was concealed from any being's vision as she hid behind a patch of thick brush, a calm look plastered across her mug. Azure optics studied the figure, it was easily recognizable to her. What a rarity it was to see a Nativa in the lands of the Nyfrio! This only happened if there was an alliance between the Water and Energy herds, which there was not at this current moment. A smirk played upon her maw as she watched him wait for someone to accept his challenge, the small fea did not accept it.


Noelani
Seven Hundred Twenty-Four
My muse is back!
My hundredth post hurr hurr :3

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[~Snowy]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] ~ Ra'Zac - you're not ready to face reality! ==== - The time was passing, and ra'zac was beginning to grow bored. his smirk faded away into a neutral grimace as onyx orbs searched the lands around him, tassle of ebony flicking against his hocks to shoo away the gathering of annoying flies. night would be upon the land soon, and while he was one to welcome the darkness, he knew from experience others were not, save for the reapers and the arrats. standing on the lands of water, he figured it was a pretty good bet he was not going to be running into one of them anytime soon. blinking around once more, the brujo lowered his audios onto his crown, snorting out heated carbon from his lungs in a disbelieving gesture. he really couldn't freaking believe it; no one was coming! he had just blindly rushed out into the open and called out a challenge to anyone nearby, and no one, not a single equine, was within the distance. 'perhaps they have left the lands for the time?' his own thoughts echoed into his mind. it was a valid thought - the king and his queen could be in the breeding grounds for all he knew, and the warriors and ladies could be who knew where. another minute of dying light, and the ebonite stag resigned himself with a heavy sigh, his crown lowering slightly and his satin curtains of dark black falling over his orbs. if no one was coming, no one was coming. might as well do something else. the crimson red arcane marking, his symbol of his activated powers, faded away into the dark robes on his hip joint, only to reappear when he needed his abilities again, and with a stretch of his boa, the fifteen year old half-breed lowered his dial to the earth, velveteen kissers grazing upon the fruits of a land he normally should be forbidden to even step on. normally, it was not seen that an elemental from another land step upon the terra of another herd, the only exception being an alliance. as of right now, there were no alliances that ra'zac knew of. and if there were, it would probably explain why no one was coming. why fight whom were were friends with, even if only for a time being? not good for politics. banners of black and crimson fluttered on the wind as the brute continued to graze, ignoring his surroundings. if another was to approach, he would know it. talons slamming against the earth were hard to silence, and after so many seasons of fighting and training, his senses had heightened enough to the point where it was second nature to be on guard, even in the most peaceful of lands. the screeches of the gulls grew loud, and the stag found himself annoyed as he raised his crown and stared at the flying rats that were circling him. apparently, they didn't seem to approve of his presence on this land. a snort found its way from his nostrils, his teeth grinding against each other. if you're thinking about attacking me, i dare you vultures to try it. he whickered up at them; instinctively, the arcane marking on his hip came to life again, and he stomped a now electrified dagger into the dust in warning. it seemed to do the trick, the charged air around the stallion scared the birds away to a more comfortable distance. his smirk, prideful and oh-so-cocky, returned to his maw briefly for the moment before he once again lowered his dial back to the earth to graze. ah, that had felt good; he was in a better mood now, that much was certain. perhaps one of the winged nuances would actually try to dive-bomb him; he needed a little target practice... he was fairly sure his aim was slipping. the reason for this? he didn't like using his powers in battle. yes, as strange as it sounded, despite his powerful electrical currents, he did not use them in combat. most of the time, the horses he fought were mortals, powerless beasts using only their brains and brute strength to try and best him. if he did happen upon an elemental, then he used his abilities, only if the situation called for it though. being a navita, he could conjure up large volts of lightning and call forth all electricity in the air if he wished, but that could end the fight too early, and ra'zac preferred prolonged combat; a test of true mettle and strength rather than falling back on his birthright. it just wasn't fair nor was it fun. continuing to graze, the stag allowed himself to slip into a comfortable silence, letting the warm breeze tickle his silks... then he caught it. orbs snapping open from behind their curtains, the stag raised his morgan-shaped head upwards, his auds flicking in the direction of a shrub. the wind was carrying a scent... a lady's scent to be exact, and it was strong; he had to be close by. smirk returning, the brute curled his nape around, gazing towards where he knew the femme to be. so these lands are not empty after all. i was beginning to get worried. he called out, his tassle flicking softly against the wind. why don't you come out? it's rude to hide from people, you know? it was one to talk, coming into the lands the way he had, but whatever; he was more interested in who was nearby rather than manners at this point.

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[iz the great and powerful]

Deep azure pools carefully studied the actions of the unknown Nativa stag. The fea flicked her extended whipcord at the sight of the electricity dancing from one of his pallates as he threatened the gulls with the ray's intense energy. A sigh escaped from her kissers as a soft breeze began to push her scent outward, 'lovely...' she thought with a hint of sarcasm, she was screwed. He discovered her. The vix's small hears flicked forward, absorbing his words to be contemplated by her mind. The Water Goddess was slightly intrigued and offended simultaneously at the boldness of his words instructing her to reveal herself, and how it was rude that she did not appear to him earlier. And he was the one to talk! He was the one at fault for intruding upon her land, she should be able to do as she pleased. A snort of protest escaped from her nostrils, she then reluctantly revealed herself to the brute, her golden pelting and blue tassels and whipcord shimmered against the fading light. Hears quivered back so the openings to their chasms faced away from the stallion, "I am in no need of teachings in manners.' she replied softly, her blue whipcord flicked in annoyance.

The fea's azure gaze drifted upward toward his, a glint of annoyance seeped through the monotonous facade covering them. The fea despised his own manners, what a bother for Noelani for him to just waltz upon her land without permission, then to call her the rude one! Such bullshit! Such things were not pleasing to the fea at the least amount, and were not tolerated in her mind, "Such a hideous impression upon a lady such as myself." she added, her audits flat against her cranium by this point. If there was anything that the femme couldn't stand, it was the lack of using polite gestures by other equids these eras, how pitiful.

After her quick moment of anger, the feminique's calm look came over her again, he hears lifted back to a neutral position. It was such a waste of her time and energy to be upset at a horse she would most likely only encounter this single time. Though she still couldn't help but wonder who this brute might be, Noelani was not the one to ask questions, she preferred to be asked. Her deep azure ocules once again caressed his ebony and crimson pelting, their acute senses captured nearly every physical attribute about the brute. 


Noelani
Four Hundred Thirteen
My muse is back!
Crappy post XDD

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[~Snowy]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] ~ Ra'Zac - don't you wanna feel like a rebel? ==== - A moment or two passed after the wind betrayed the femme's position, moments that ra'zac waited patiently to pass for once, before out of the bush came a lovely golden fea, her waving blue banners long and flowing, like the ocean that surrounded the lands of the water horses, the different hues glowing against the dusk sunlight in a way that seemed unnatural. the half-breed's dark eyes raked over her in an assessing manner, his features void of every emotion save for the smirk that still held against his muzzle. so, this was the queen of these lands - it wasn't hard to tell with how she held herself; all noble horses held themselves high and proud, why ra'zac had no damn clue. besides worded titles, what else was so different about nobles that they had to act so high and mighty? turning his front around so he could face the female, the stag placed his audits back half-way to his crown as black coals met blue orbs, tilting his dial bemusedly as she spoke of manners and how she was not in the mood to teach them right now. strange that an angel would grace the presence of a demon like myself... he nickered, ignoring her words for the moment. it was true, she was one of the more beautiful mares he'd come across, and more than once had been labelled a demon by those he had defeated. i may not be one to speak on being rude, but so are you. at least i don't hide away from visitors. he added, his vocals sounding off like some young prince instead of a rogue stag like he was. it couldn't be helped; his mother had a soft voice and according to her, his father had a smooth one... ironic that one thing he'd inherit from the beast he'd never met were his tones. besides, had i known the queen was coming, i would've tidied myself up. he chuckled softly. as she spoke of impressions, one dark shaded audit shot to a stock straight standing, and another soft chuckle tore from his throat. impressions, such a facade. one could always make themselves out to be something they were not, yet here he was without a single lie to be held about him. what this female saw was what there was, nothing more and nothing less. his ever present smirk still remained, but by now it had lost it's attitude, looking more like a smile than a harsh smirk. m'lady, if you wanted to be impressed, i'm not the hellion for the job. he whinnied, amusement seeping into his vocals with each lyric he spoke. leaning onto his right side, the brute flicked his tassle nonchalantly, gazing up at the starry night as it fell overhead, the last light of the dusk finally disappearing behind the horizon. yes, there was one other thing he learned from his arrat roots - the love and knowledge for the night sky, and everything within it. now that the night had finally fallen, he was finally home. returning his gaze back to the femme, he smile-smirked again, and in one graceful movement, had lowered his front to the ground in a bow before the queen of the water horses, a sign of deep respect despite his earlier behavior. but you're right, i've been rude, he stated as stared up at her from his lowered position. ladies like yourself deserve more respect, although don't expect me to say sorry. i'm not into forgiveness - as a half-breed, apparently i'm already damned. he added as he stood back to his full height. now that he had a good look at the femme, he could see he was easily two hands higher than she was. and she was kind of small, but he knew from many experiences that size didn't necessarily mean strength. he'd beaten brutes twice his size, and been beaten by others not even close to his height. pistons had begun to move in a walking motion as he approached the petite lady, veering to her left and keeping a five foot distance between them. even with the distance, the static that clung around the black hellion's presence could be felt in the air by all around, and his talons seemed to have life of their own in the way the sparkled like black glass - apparently burnt and polished by years of using the energies he controlled. so m'lady, where's your lover? surely he must be worried for his angel, being as there's a demon in her presence. he nickered, although it was no threat. he was merely curious - if her lover was nearby, he wanted to know why the hell didn't that stallion come out and why did he send the queen? it was cowardly in ra'zac's eyes, and he was likely to just slice the stag up for doing such a thing even if there wasn't a battle. very rarely did ra'zac attack femmes, unless they were the ones challenging him. femmes could be cunning and strong, but his mother had beaten it into his head long ago that stags fought for femmes and not against them. after the first time, he'd learned quickly not to enter combat the fillies of the herd again...

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[iz the great and powerful]

The fea's own blue gaze locked with his coals, such curious expressions in his orbs, how emotionless and cold. Noelani quickly tore her gaze away from his, slight distraction overcame her as she contemplated his words. The fea flicked her blue whipcord as  agitation came over her, "I have no intentions to argue, but those titles are the least amount accurate." she replied, since she did not think of herself as an angel at the least amount. Most of the stags that met the Water Goddess admired her beauteous physical attributes and most everything else about her, but Noelani never accepted them, and her heart was hardened from their amorous actions. The fea did not consider herself anything of special matters, but apparently she was to a few stallions. On the other hand, the fea did not think of the stag as a demon, though she did not currently know much about him, he did not seem of the satanic nature.

At the brutes next words, a small smirk came over her kissers, "Honesty is a virtue." she replied, a sharp tounge in play after she entirely ignored the stag's last preaching. As the stallion continued to speak, her acute hears flicked toward the source of the lyric's audios. As the stag began to move, the fea's azure ocules carefully followed his movements, she stood as a statue, not even allowing her muscles to quiver at the slightest amount. her guard was raised as he moved to her near side. She didn't wish for him to try anything, and if he did, she was well prepared. The femme could feel the energy seeping from his talons as he partook in carefully placed foot-falls, a shiver coursed down her spine as the large brute stood to her left. A sigh escaped from Noelani's kissers at the brute's next mutterings, her blue whipcord flicked as she instantly knew the answer, "I am in no need of a lover." she said, knowing his inquiry was not of threatening intentions, "I do not have a lover." she added, not the least amount of regret in her mind. The fea would much rather advertise her lack of a mate than to keep it concealed from the world.


Noelani
Three Hundred Seventy-Two
My muse is back!
MCR ~ anything and everything 

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[~Snowy]

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[/justify]- As the black hellion's circling continued even as he awaited her response to his question, he allowed his gaze to run over the queen of the water lands, dark and cold orbs, sparking with electricity from behind the glassy lenses, raking over each inch of her, assessing, calculating. he was not a fool as to not notice her tenseness in his close proximity, nor was he ignorant to how she responded to his presence. he almost rolled his optics at it; he figured he should be used to this by now, as this was the mindset of most vixens he crossed: dark hellion in sight, get out of dodge or be captured. truthfully he really couldn't understand the thrill others got from forcing themselves upon a woman. the struggle, the pain, it took away from the pleasure one could have with their partner should she be willing. oh, yes, in as many years as he'd lived in his breed's immortal state, he had his share of vixens, whores and wretches came crawling to the obsidian beast wherever he went. he was quite talented in the craft of sex now, but he preferred to focus on the pleasure of inflicted pain and war cries rather than the carnal desire and the lust for femme's warmth. still, he was a stag, and he had his times when the temptation of the opposite gender was too great. to date, he still had yet to sire offspring though; said couplings had been more about pleasure than procreation anyway. relax. he halted his circling motions, orbs closed behind satin curtains as he stood stock still, smirk no longer visible upon his maw as his lyrics left his kissers. if i wanted to try something, you'd know it already. shadowed as i may be, but my dam was very... adamant in raising a dark gentleman. he snorted, his tassel whipping in an annoyed fashion upon his hocks, energy flashing down from the base to the tips of each cord. it was true; in the end, his matriarch realized she could not change his alliance, his arrat nature making sure of that, but she made sure to at least change his outlook.

as she began to speak, the stag released a wicker of a laugh at her first string of lyrics, his smirk at last returning as he stomped a glassy talon on the earth. so, he was no angel, and he no demon? as if! apparently, milady, you've not looked at your reflection in a while. all noble acts aside, you are easily one of the more angelic vix's i've come across in fifteen years. he chuckled, throwing his dial back slightly to remove his forelock from his vision range. as for myself... well, come to the battle grounds one day, you'll understand then. he didn't elaborate any further than that; he'd let her imagination take over the rest. pistons began moving once more as the stag circled around her again, still maintaining his distance and still analyzing her. an angel indeed, with those golden silks and waving azure locks, he was surprised he hadn't seen hide nor tail of another brujo around here. if she had no lord to stand at her side, then at least she should have suitors racing for her affections. that was how it was with many vixens he'd encountered that held a royal status. princesses, queens, duchesses, they all had someone somewhere desiring them, for their beauty or rank it didn't matter. he ignored her sharp tongued comment about honesty, but did send an impressed flick of the eye towards her. 'so, the angel has a sword...' he thought in the back of his long since twisted cranium; he almost laughed again at the thought of it. then she sighed, and his attention riveted to her again. this time, he stopped again, but out of sheer confusion rather than annoyance. no lover? he echoed as his confusion made itself known over his features. it disappeared almost as quickly as it appeared once he started talking again, a slow realization seeping into his gaze. i see... that explains why you approached me first, and why i've not been challenged yet. now he was aggravated. it was just his luck to walk into a land without a king...

a deep breath later, and the beast of the night had calmed down, tassel whipping behind him lazily. audits flicked back half-way towards his crown, a concentrating look adopting onto his brow as he thought through his next course of action. there wasn't a emperor here, and the empress had no desire to battle and he really didn't care to challenge her. still, it would be rude now to just run off from the queen... glancing back at her, the stag flared his nostrils a bit. he wasn't angry, nor was he aggravated anymore, but he was curious again. i don't believe i caught your name, milady, and i don't believe i've given mine. he pointed out as he turned his dial to face her once more. i'm cursed as ra'zac; a rogue of the warfield. and you are? came his baritones, the question that should've been asked firstly now rolling off his tongue in smooth lyrics. it was rude to not ask a lady her name after all, as was it rude to not give yours in return. he guessed it was better late that never to remedy that little fact.[/justify][/blockquote][/size][/color][/td][/tr][/table][/center]

[iz the great and powerful]

 
 The fea remained where she stood as the brute continued to circle her, she could feel his orbs softly caress each and every part of her body. At the stag's words, the fea was slightly comforted, but she only relaxed part of her tenseness. Noelani just felt his electricity under her skin, she could feel it embrace her with each foot-fall he added to his stride, such a strange feeling it was for the Water Goddess indeed. The fea's blue pools remained locked upon him as he spoke of his ways, and how she would know if he were to try something already. The fea actually had never partook in sex before, it was something completely alien to the vix, but she was now subject to coming into heat, so often these days it happened when she merely layer eyes upon a stallion. The fea clenched her whipcord between her legs, hoping that the scent hadn't already drifted into the stallion's nares. She stood strong, she did not need this! How unnecessary! A small snort escaped from her own nostrils as she weakly smiled back at him.

Azure ocules rolled over as the stallion complimented her angelic features, such a lie! "Oh quite the contrary my dear." she replied to his first words about herself, though she remained silent for his second. As he began to circle her once more, her blue orbs once again followed, though she was far more relaxed, with the exception of her tail. The femme noted the confusion in his voice as he responded to her lacking of a lover, "I have no need for a lover, am I correct?" she replied, confident in her words.

The stag's next words was the question she had been waiting for him to ask, her name. She quickly blinked before she answered, "I am known as Noelani, though I do suppose you can call me whatever you'd like." she replied after he finished speaking, apparently his calling was Ra'Zac. Such a name had not come through her hears before, maybe he was new to Isola? New equines were always coming to Isola Dei Dei, it was amusing to the fea to see the differing looks, personalities and histories of equides.

Noelani
Three Hundred Seventy
Meeeeh
MCR ~ anything and everything 

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[~Snowy]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] ~ Ra'Zac - i'm just getting stronger ==== - Strong pistons remaining completely still, audits held upward, alert, listening. energy sparkled behind coal orbs that remained locked onto the sapphire hues of the queen. he said not a word as he listened to her lyrics, satin curtains falling over his gazers every now then and rhythmic breaths the only movements made, the only sound heard from the stag. the breeze blew colder now, coming from the ocean onto land, tangling into his banners, whipping them around in a graceful dance. obsidian robes still sparked with energy, even though the arcane had long since faded; static clung to the air like a dying man, racing through the terra, the grass, the sky, everywhere at once. it was a silent testament to his power and control over the untamed volts. no one was coming to accept his brazen challenge, there was no need to keep the electric currents flowing, but he let them remain. he knew, he knew the effects the currents was having on the fem before him; it had happened with others before, so it wasn't a far stretch to assume it was happening now. his energy was wild, erratic and addictive. in low volts, nerves could be set ablaze, and pleasure could be felt; pain could be relieved, energy given. it was both life and death he controlled, perhaps not literally, but still the same. a dangerous tool... perhaps he might give her a more direct dose, just to see how she would react. her lyrics rang out, again denial of her angelic appearance. ra'zac snorted softly. fine then, he wouldn't argue, she could believe what she wanted to. then she repeated her earlier statement, her denial of the need for a lover; her vocals were confidant, unshakeable it seemed. still, everyone had desires. vixens fell into heat, stags sought them out, it was a cycle that would never end. even though she looked his visual age, ra'zac knew better - this femme surely had gone through heat cycles before, surely she must've had at least one suitor. nostrils flared again, readying a response to queen noelani as she called herself, but he found himself pausing. a scent on the wind, faint, barely there, but recognizable all the same. optic curtains closed, and his nostrils flared widely, taking in the air, the scent. he had to be sure his mind wasn't playing tricks on him. he was certain he'd smelt - ah! there it was. the smirk widened over his kissers, an almost cheshire like grin. so, the angel was in a heat cycle now... that was quick. orbs reopened to the fae, clearly amused as he put his weight on one side. seems you've got quite the problem, angel. he nickered, she had said he may call her whatever he wished, he decided he'd call her angel, if only to annoy her. dial tilted to the side, banner flicking against his slender boa with the movement, orbs never leaving her form. oh, yes, clearly amused. the scent hadn't been there before, now here it was. the fragrant scent that could drive a stag insane, turn them lustful and forceful. she tried to hide it, but was a little too late. no use hiding it now, came the next lyrics. i already told you if i was to do something, you'd know. do you really expect me to take back my word? he almost sounded hurt, almost, but there was a hint of honesty within. he was still a stag of his word; when a woman said 'no' it meant 'no'. still, others may be out, stalking, hunting for targets. he seriously doubted that, but one never knew. he'd like to dare someone to try though; she was a queen, he a gladiator. between them, it was next to impossible. shimmering talons once more set into motion, closing the distance, passing her palomino silks close enough to brush by. arcane glowed crimson once again, a secret smirk crossing velvet kissers as he jolted low voltage over his robes just as he passed next to her, before the marking disappeared again, and the volts with it. no proof, no evidence, just an accident, he could claim. he continued walking, step by step, until he stalled at a puddle, leaning closer for a drink. a ruse, but a believable one. he was a stag of his word, a lady meant no, but the thing was... the angel queen hadn't said 'no'. he wouldn't force her like others would, seduction was another story. his tactics worked most of the time. you may have no need of a lover, angel, he began, dial rising from the terra to twist around until she was in his sight range again. but did i ask if you needed one? there's a difference between needing and wanting, you know? smooth lyrics caressed the air softly, a teasing tone tone hidden beneath. he knew he had a point, there was a difference. he'd no need to be here, speaking with her, yet he was, because he wanted to. see the difference?

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[iz the great and powerful]

Another shiver ran down the femme's spine as she felt another pulsation of his energy. It slightly overwhelmed her, but it was not unbearable. Azure orbs caught him drinking in her scents. Great, it was no secret anymore that she was in heat. The Water Queen lowered her sculpted cranium in embarrassment, she was such a poor creature. How pathetic. At the stag's next lyrics, she raised her blue whipcord to its normal position. She could smell her fragrance intensify greatly, how disgusting, this was sure to intrigue the brute even more. Though he said he would not try anything with her, she could sense a slight amount of regret in his words.

As he brushed himself up against her own silken pelt, she could feel the electricity leak from his body, moving in a swift rush. Audits went nearly flat against her cranium, a soft squeal escaped from he maw, a soft kick followed, though she did not wish to hurt anybody, it was a natural reaction. Icy crystals formed on the area of her pelting where he made contact with her. It wasn't that she despised his action, but it was more of the surprise that he did that to her. She turned toward him after he walked past her, he stopped at a nearby puddle. After Ra'Zac turned back toward herself, her now relaxed hears captured his lyrics about the difference between needing and wanting a lover. Thoughts played through her mind about this topic. Honestly, she had never thought about it that way. It had never exactly added up in her mind with all the things that happened to her whenever she encountered a stallion, "I suppose that could be true. she replied, he did have a point, but she still wasn't sure about how she felt about stags at this point.


Noelani
Meeeeh
MCR ~ anything and everything

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[~Snowy]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] ~ Ra'Zac - get ready to collide ==== - The angel's dial was low, held towards mother earth as he called out her problem. embarrassed, pitiful almost. he snorted. what the hell should she be embarrassed about? keep your head held up, came his lyrics, still set in the same silver vocals as before. all vixens fall into heat, nothing to be embarrassed about. although it was pretty bad when one fell into it just by the presence of a stag. yes, he knew, he understood what happened. she hadn't been in heat when he entered her lands, the smell would've been noticeable from a distance. he left that part out; if he wanted a chance, the slimmest even, careful seduction, careful timing was needed. the way she'd reacted to his volts was perfect, he couldn't have asked for more. he was almost salivating when she squealed, feminine, soft, so damn freaking enjoyable to his audits. he wondered if tonight, beneath the stars, he might get the chance to make her squeal like that again. here, in times like this, he understood the concept of forcing; the lust, the desire a stag felt, surrounded by heat-scent of a femme, but to just force himself on her, he'd not get what he wanted. he wanted her to squeal like that again, wanted her to squeal so loud her throat would scratch tomorrow, forcing meant screaming; pained screaming, not pleasure lust screams. call him a light hearted beast if you must, but he preferred pleasuring to paining... they always came crawling back for more. her scent was toxic, drawing, misting his thoughts with lustful intentions; he reigned himself in, showing no outward signs of his desires. one could call him insane actually; rank aside, here was a drop dead gorgeous angel, ripe for the taking, standing right in front of him, yet he did not a thing in advancement that was noticeable. her siren song played to his nostrils, sheer willpower, sheer patience the only barriers keeping him from becoming less than a wild animal. pistons moved to turn the navita half-bred around, his nape arching as he started walking towards her again; he had to hear that squeal again, and he knew how to get it. small smiles played his kissers as her sweet lyrics met his audits again, agreement to his statement. a sign he could be winning this game. in this instant, he had a new goal. drawing closer to her other side, he noticed the icy crystals on her robes from where he'd shocked her the first time. hmm, interesting. a very interesting reaction indeed. focusing back on the woman, he stopped when his form lined up with hers, close enough to touch. a lover doesn't have to be forever. one-night stands, friends with benefits, it's all for one thing. they're not looking for commitment, they just want. arcane marking started to glow again, faintly as before. slow volts began moving over darkened robes. he wanted that squeal again, wanted that sweet sound, but he wondered what other sound he could make her give. tassel flicked up behind him, so close to the source of the delicate scent that wavered through the air, so close to her rump, dancing volts zapping slowly over the banner. what reaction would come of this? another small kick perhaps, a louder squeal? or a new sound altogether? ra'zac knew, practiced how to make his ability an aphrodisiac as well as a weapon. low voltage was good for setting nerves ablaze. a moment later, the volts vanished again, the arcane mark with them, and the ebony incubus started to move off from his position next to the femme, heading for the borderlands. if you want, you should go to the allevere mettono, he suggested, turning his dial back to where she stood to place her in his sight again. his tones now carried a more causal air than before. chat up the first stag you see, and seduce him. don't have to speak your title, though. in sex, your no queen or king, just a man and a woman. after that you can return back to your home and your problem will be solved. he stopped for a moment, contemplating thoughts within his mind, wondering, deciding, then turned attention back to the golden fae. word to the wise too; get an experienced brute. those damn colts know nothing about flirting, let alone pleasing a woman. he snorted in contempt. now that was pathetic. it almost pained him to watch those times. a young boy trying to flirt but failing miserably. ridiculous. how they didn't turn a fae off of sex forever he'd no clue. turning his attention back to the borders, he finished his move. now the turn was hers. he was giving her the choice - let him go with only his advice hanging in the air, or do something else. either way, it didn't matter really to him. if she didn't want him, she didn't want him, simple. as stated before, he really had no need to stay here, but he had wanted to. now, he didn't, not unless she asked him to. it was a pleasure to meet you, angel. he called back over his shoulder to her, ever the polite gentleman. now, he waited as he walked. did he do enough to suggest what he wanted to suggest? the moment of truth was at hand.

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[iz the great and powerful]

 
  Mist curled from her nares in cascading streams as her breath mingled with the cool night air. The fea's acute hears pricked at his words as he reassured her that what she was going through was completely of normality for femmes as herself. Her cranium rose, levelled as she was nearly hypnotized in her heat. Even though she had just met him, the fea was his loyal subject, the tables have turned completely, her rank was temporarily diminished at this moment. The fea's mind contemplated his words, though her thoughts were illogical due to the blindness from her heat, "I would be willing to partake in such a relationship." she replied, her conscience misted with her own cycle. As the stag drank in the scents of her sweet heat cycle, more ice crystals blanketed her pelt as the voltage came over her once again. Another squeal escaped from her kissers, but this time it was far louder, her rump quivered with the electricity's curious feeling. A soft, feminine nicker followed, its intruging audios echoed off the contours of the foliage surrounding them. The fea's extended blue whipcord moved toward the side the stag did not occupy, a creamy silver liquid flowed from the scent's source, it slowly trickled down the inside of the pillar closest to him, she wanted this so badly, she didn't even care if they were in her own lands. 

As soon as she had reacted, he was off, his words played in her mind his next instructions. She quickly picked up a flowing, exaggerated, cat-like trot, she came to a swift halt as she was next to him, "Why must you leave? I would not abandon you at a time such as this." she replied, blue ocules looking up into his ebony pools with a 'puppy-dog' expression. Her heart sank at the thoughts of him just leaving her after he brought this heat cycle upon her. 


Noelani
Better Now :3
MCR ~ anything and everything 

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[~Snowy]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] ~ Ra'Zac - snakes are in the garden ==== - Oh yes, there was that delectable squeal again. that oh so delicious sound he longed for, louder, stronger, pleasured. her heat-scent intensified as she spoke of her willingness for such relations, her mind clouded with lust, whilst ice again played over her silks from where his shocks had done their work. he'd done his intentions; the golden angel was now clay in his grasp, easily molded to whatever he so wished. oh how fast things changed in his favor. she had already moved her tassel when he played his last card even; it had been torture not to accept what was offered, to play the part of the uninterested brujo only offering advice. but he managed it, and now here she was, pleading with him to pleasure her, relieve her, take her. nothing mattered to her anymore; not her rank, not her lands, nothing. she wanted him, and who was he to deny a lady her pleasure and relief? turning to the golden queen, the onyx brujo smirked softly, staring down into pleading orbs or azure as she questioned why he would leave, how he could just walk off and leave her like this. why, milady, he cooed softly, nape stretching to one gold audit atop her tiara. i'd never leave you if you didn't wish for me to. his baritones had dropped to intimate whispers, he wanted to hear her say it, to say she wanted him to pleasure her, to sex her up, to have his wicked way with her. he'd not move otherwise. all you must do is command me, and i'll do as you wish. remember, i am a gentleman, and without permission, i can't help you. it took all his willpower not to just say 'fuck it' and mount her right then and there, in the middle of her terras, in the open for everyone to see, to hear. he desired to see her tremble, to hear her cry out his curse from those delicate kissers of hers. she was his for tonight; all she had to do was tell him, and he'd give her what she wanted. strange that he'd come to battle a king, but now would end up mounting a queen instead. he wanted to feel her squirm beneath him, feel her flesh ripple beneath his own, so close... kissers dropped from her audit down to her golden boa, gently lipping at the robes and flesh, his pelt almost brushing against her own, sparks again dancing along the night-black stag. he loved the way she reacted to being shocked; perhaps he'd get her to squeal one more time, to whet his appetite before the actual event took place. agonizingly slow, he trailed a path downward, lipping at her spine, her wither, her rump, her pillars, all the while the electric current he controlled danced at his whim. he turned completely around, dial positioned over her rump, his side still just nearly brushing against hers. he breathed her scent, her intoxicating message, and bent his boa down to rest his dial upon her hindquarters. do you want me to pleasure you, angel? do you want me to touch you there? came his husky wicker. orbs flicked downward to her hind pistons, seeing the creamy liquid flow down her inner leg. god, she was so ready, he was so close to his desire. but he couldn't move too fast, too soon; he'd ruin it. the currents of static died for the umpteenth time that night as he raised his dial away from her hindquarters, her secret treasures, and turned his boa back to her audit. do you want to go somewhere more private perhaps? somewhere where we can be alone? where no one would interrupt them, where he could take her as much as he pleased and could listen to her cry out all night. just say so. he couldn't keep the slight tone of desperation out of his vocals, no matter how hard he tried. there was only one hurdle left before they had all that they wanted... she just had to let him clear it. ooc;; you wanna move this to the breeding board, or can horses breed in other lands on this site?

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 The golden pelted fea's audit flicked toward the source of his delicate whispers to her, it comforted her how he said he wouldn't leave her unless she wished it. The Water Goddess quickly thought about the stallion's next lyrics, "Take...me......" she whispered, unable to catch her breath due to anticipation, "Do whatever you wish to do, I don't care." was added, oh how badly did she want this! It was such a tease to have here, one of the most handsome brutes she had layed eyes upon in a long time. 

As the stag moved his velveteen kissers over her body, each time her body tensed where he carefully caressed her golden silks. Another squeal escaped her lips as he sent another pulse of energy through her body, this time, it was louder than the others, oh how she wanted it so badly! As he moved his cranium over rump, her whipcord moved over instinctually, though her instincts were corrupted with her lustful mist. As he nearly touched her, just where she wished to be touched, the queen raised her rump toward him, enticing him to start the job. As his words rung out, she could not resist but to cry out, "Yes!" she felt as if she needed this so badly that she would perish without it. As the stag moved away from her rump and toward her hear once more, his soft lyrics caressed the inside of her mind, "Take me wherever you'd like, I don't care." she softly replyed with such a longing voice, she just wanted this so badly, she didn't care about anything but this at that current moment. 


Noelani
Better Now :3
We can move to the breeding board, just to be safe. XDD
MCR ~ anything and everything 

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[~Snowy]

[atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,false][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] ~ Ra'Zac - the sky turns red over midnight ==== - One word, one word was all he needed; the only damned thing keeping him back, holding, binding. yet as he teased her, tortured her sweetly, she cried to the moon her desire for him. that squeal again tore through the nightly air, wanton, longing, and again he almost lost control again. not yet... he snorted to himself. not yet... take her in the forest, away from anyone else, then she's yours. he reminded himself sternly, although it was so hard to control himself by now. he'd been so close to her treasures, and she had willingly tried to entice him into beginning the process, begging him to begin the pleasure and give her relief. yet he didn't; he wanted this angel to himself, wanted her all for himself. trademark smirk evolved into a suggestive grin as he tugged at her long blue banner, a signal to follow. we're going to the allevere mettono, find a quiet place, away from everything, and then you'll have what you desire milady. he spoke huskily into her audit again, a seductive, dominant hiss to his tones. yes, he was in control now, he called the shots, the actions; tonight he controlled her, commanded her, the angelic queen he was to defile. i hope you're ready, you'll be squealing like that for the rest of this night, and by the time i'm finished with you, you'll not be able to stand come the morning. it was a promise, a hint, a suggestion of what was to come. ra'zac didn't do gentle when he took a woman, rather he prolonged it, made her plead, beg, scream to the sky. oh, yes; he couldn't wait to get to their destination. stepping away from his new lover, the handsome brujo smirked to her, gesturing with his dial for her to follow. come milady, let's not waste time. and with that, he was off, moving at a slow canter. he need not look back to know if she was following; with that tone in her voice, he'd be surprised if she didn't. now he'd show this angel what this demon could do. ooc;; bleh, short post, but i wanted to finish up quickly. xD let's take this to the breeding board. x3

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