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Post by ~Snowy on Dec 8, 2011 5:03:13 GMT -5
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- commit yourself to treason ====
- Slick serpent, so skillful, sly. silver voiced prince of darkness with a tarnished soul; his talons raked over the darkened earth beneath the midnight's shadow, leading, tempting, muscles pulsing, onyx silks rippling. powerful, dangerous, deadly. trademark smirk taking on a more devious, sinister air, he lead the angelic queen behind him across the land, taking her away from what she knew, her safety zone, for into his grasp so easily she fell. he'd take her to a place where stars didn't shine, where the moon would lose them, where no witnesses but the insects and vermin would know of their tryst. his new toy was so close behind him, her scent worming through the atmosphere to his nostrils; so sweet, so enticing. the allevare mettono couldn't be farther away than now, when the angel queen was so near, yet felt so far away, but drawing closer each second. he entered her lands expecting combat, bloodshed, the glory of victory or the sting of defeat, instead he found a willing woman who by the end of their chat was begging and squealing for his touch. he seduced her, charmed her with the promises of pleasure and passion like she'd never felt before, and she gave easily. her cycle was brought on by his mere presence, how could he let such an opportunity pass by? the land grew less open as he closed in on the mating lands, excitement growing by the moment, so thick in the air. he'd have the angel soon; oh, he couldn't stand the wicked thoughts running through his mind, details of what he was going to do to her, how hard he was going to take her, how she would squeal over and over, scream his name, beg. oh, he wanted her to squeal again so damn badly! that piercing noise that drove him insane, made him want to pleasure her, pain her, bleed her, do anything to hear it again. the wind pushed against his force as he cantered, blowing chilling fingers through ebonite and crimson billows in a frenzied fashion; the stars and moon were hiding now, dark blankets of clouds gathering over them, as if not to bare witness to the demon and angel's coupling; the tree line grew ever closer. almost there.
finally, trees. the meadow disappeared into forest of sinful pleasure, shadows falling over his form in welcome. he was on the very edge of the border, he was in the grounds he sought; not good enough. they had to go further into the woods, deeper into the forest, into the shadows. he led the way, moving through the trees at trot speed, boa arching handsomely, so tempting, oh dear seductive incubus. pillars of darkness crossed over fallen leaves and wood, moving further into the allevere mettono, into the shadows. sounds vanished here, frogs and crickets didn't sing, only the occasional spider web in the path; the demon's nest. he stopped at last, and turned towards where the angel would descend on sapphire wings. coal back optics narrowed as a glossy dagger hit the terra below hard in impatience, he'd had enough waiting. come angel. silver lyrics drifted on the breeze, calling, commanding. the coiled viper waits for his victim, muscles tense with readiness. he calls out again, a seductive hiss falling from the enchanter's vocals. come, the wait is over. bring yourself to him, let him defile you, let him pleasure you, break you. no one's around anymore to hear your screams. sharpened hunter's gaze awaited the golden femme, searching, watching, a splash of sapphire, a hint of gold, he wanted it all to himself. oh great master of the night, your hunt has been fruitful! not even god himself can protect his angel from you now. will you drag her down to hell with you? will you break her wings, never to fly from your circle of torment again? perhaps you will, twisted cobra. perhaps you will...
ooc;; i think i got a little creative with the writing. xDD hey, should a foal come from this? i'm curious. x3
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Dec 8, 2011 12:15:25 GMT -5
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[/I]Azure ocules drifted about as they inspected the terras of Allevare Mettono, a thick darkness embracing it as the different heavenly bodies that littered the fathoms of space were covered by ebony puffs, as if some satanic creature wished for equides to be snatched up, never to be set free again. Swift foot-falls increased in speed as she trailed behind the stag, plumes of mist escaped from her nares in her attempt to keep up with him as the meadows faded into a thick wood. Noelani's stride faded into a quickened trot, she swiftly dodged roots and other obstacles of the forest. Hears turned toward the ebony brute, heeding his words after he stamped a pallate in impatience. Just before she had came into sight, the golden clad femme cooled herself with the water concealed within the oxygen around her, then quickly melted it away with a flick of her blue whipcord. As she approached him, a soft nicker escaped from her kissers, she was so tense from her readiness for him to take her, such impatience filled her own mind. A soft smirk tugged at the corners of the fea's lips, she wondered what his next move would be. Such concealed trickery! How ignorant of her! [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/color] Muse: Better now that I have my table! XDD
Word Count: 200
OOC: If you want there to be a foal, I don't care, te only thing we need to decide is who's playing it X3
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Post by ~Snowy on Dec 9, 2011 4:52:57 GMT -5
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- the ropes pull tight under your weight ====
- Speak and she shall appear, said the wise man, and appear she had. heavenly beauty, you have descended from heaven so pure. florescent flower, such a lovely scent you bare. you've no idea what a night you're in for. the dark beast intends to devour you; you should've run when you had the chance, but now as he approaches, the coils tighten around you. no escape. devil's smirk plays his lips as he stretches out for her, velvet kissers reaching the delicate wither of the lady, lipping, nibbling, licking. he begins his final act. my, angel, you are so lovely... the demon almost purrs; he's not ready to let her go so quickly. a quick fuck and then departure is not what he has in mind. he intends to bring her back to that place she was before, to that lovely desperation she had on her face before he spirited her away to this dark corner of the universe. nostrils flare as he takes in that intoxicating aroma once again, letting it fog him, control him; instincts will guide him, experience will shape his actions, lust will fuel his hunger, hunger for her. dial presses towards her bodice, his nape stretching upward, over her nape, her blood pulse ringing in his audits. but i don't think you're quite ready yet. so just relax... let me take care of you. he coaxes softly, lyrics so smooth as he whispers into one of her golden audits. oh, you cunning serpent, you should cut out that silver tongue! he presses his form against hers, onyx pressing to gold, and slowly makes his way down her bodice. electricity crackles, sparks, he is electrified once more! that cursed marking, that demonic signature that caused this, shows up once more, glowing bright, eerily piercing the darkness that abounds. he intends to shock her again, as he did before. intends to make her squeal as she had before, back in the lands of life water. except this time, he will not hold himself back. gentleman he is no more; that persona has long since gone, left behind in the maiden's homeland; here is a monster, nearly salivating at the mouth, frothing in desire for his fill. don't worry, beast, you will have it soon. claim what is yours, do what you will, it is your right. the tempting scent encloses around him as he lays his dial upon the angel's back, rubbing downward, audits lowered, orbs closed, inhale, exhale; such a sweet scent. demon of his word, he said before, trust him, he told her. can she trust him now? probably not.
siren song, what a wicked note you've played; drawing the wolf in towards her secret treasures with a ravenous lust. he's coming so close to his goal. another inhale is taken into needy lungs as his dial finds her rump after what seems like too long. he nudges at her azure banner, the only barrier blocking him from what is his tonight. such a flimsy thing, hardly any protection should he just wish to delve into her, but annoying nonetheless. move this, you'll not need it tonight. he commands her harshly, forcefully; he wants what is his. he doesn't wait for her to remove the barrier though, and instead finds away around it, delving his dial beneath the blue waves of azure. her treasures are before him now. wicked prince, what do you intend to do now? so many things run through his mind, so many ways to break her. and he knows just what to use for now. he turns his gaze to her flesh, the area of her rump near the place he so longs for, and nips at it, hard. drawing blood is not his intention now, but it if comes, he doesn't care. she's his for now, all his to do whatever he wished with. and he wishes to make her beg one more time. he snorts, hot breath steaming the area, electricity still crackling strongly as he brushes his maw over her hidden treasures, lightly, feather-like, as if he were a ghost. the coils tighten again, squeezing, strengthening, he wants her so badly. tell me angel, because it seems i've forgotten. what exactly do you want me to do? he wants to hear it, wants her to beg, to cry, squeal, shriek for him to take her, to fuck her so hard she won't be able to think about anything else. he wants to hear that she wants to be broken, be taken; he wants to hear that desperation in her voice again. inhale, exhale, he takes in the scent again, and leaves her secret place behind to stretch his boa along her spine, his sparks dying just as they came. his proud chest is pushed against her rump as his sword is unsheathed, ready for the final strike. so close. i want to hear you scream. he hisses sinisterly towards her audits. tell me to take you, to break you, scream for me. the demon commands his slave. but just a scream won't work now; he jerks his dial off her, backs his chest away from her. his orbs are dark, crackling with energy; he'll make her scream. boa arches, coils, ready for the blow; he pushes his maw towards her treasures again, that wicked silver ribbon appearing for a taste of what she offers. he wants her to scream so loud, for god and all of heaven to know just who is fucking their most prized angel, for them to know they can't save her.
ooc;; nah, i don't want ra'zac to have a child to his name just yet. x3 i just wanted to know if you did or not. ;3
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Dec 9, 2011 22:23:24 GMT -5
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[/I] The lady's nares quivered as a soft nicker escaped from her lips in response to the ebony stag mouthing at her withers. A golden audit flicked toward his words as they complimented her. Optic curtains closed and reopened once again as he moved his nape over her own, a snort escaped from her nares as he said she wasn't ready. Instantly, the lithe, golden bodice was as loose as she felt she could possibly extend, obeying the brute as if he were the king and she was his diminutive vassal. As the stag pressed himself up against her bodice, his electricity pulsed throughout herself once again, but there was something more to this one, such greater power. A shriek escaped from her velveteen kissers, this time, it had a slightly pained tone, but she was still pleasured by his energy. The fea's rump stirred as he placed his cranium over it, rubbing down toward her treasures as she didn't bother to look back toward him. At the brute's next words, the fea silently moved her blue whipcord from his way, to ease him even more in his actions. The hellion's maw moved though, ivories closing over the flesh closest to their clutches. An unpleasant toned grunt was forced from her kissers, hears flattened on either side of her poll, though the fea resisted the temptation to bring her heels up from the ground and aiming them at the dark clad figure. The fea's muscles clenched as his lips brushed over her treasures with ever such gentleness. It was pleasurable to the femme, but that certain area was particularly sensitive, since it remained untouched for her entire dwellings upon this earth. Angel. Thoughts of the name he had given her appeared to her from the deep fathoms of her mind. She had actually been called such a thing by many brutes before him, a creature composed by God Himself, all his love for beauty was sculpted into every crevice of the Water Queen. Though she doubted she was damned to walk upon the earth for some reason unknown. An irritated snort was forced from her nares as he teased her, his cranium caressed her spine, his chest up against her exposed treasures, his weapon ready for battle. His words stung in her audits, she was so ready, but he deprived her of what they both yearned for, "Fuck me!" she screamed, the abrupt, yet musical audios echoing off the thick brush that embraced the small clearing the pair dwelled within. She was unable to wait a moment longer! In the stag's last attempt in making her shriek for him once more, she simply obeyed, the piercing sound was as loud as God's revolver and twice as shiny! ...Maybe I'm just an angel away, angel away, yeah, strange in a way... [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/color] Muse: Better now that I have my table! XDD
Word Count: 454
OOC: XD I used some lyrics from Na Na Na by MCR in the last sentence.
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Post by ~Snowy on Dec 10, 2011 6:34:28 GMT -5
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[/i] ** She was relaxed, as calm as persephone was the day hades snatched her away to the underworld, poor little girl. don't you know the devil wears black? his efforts bore fruit, her melodies echoing off the dark silence that lay around them, so beautiful the sound. siren songs playing through his nostrils, his audits, his senses stinging him, instincts telling him to as his woman commanded him to. he wants to draw it out more, but he and her are on the same boat; he's had enough waiting, enough playing games, he wants her, and he's taking her. right. now. the wolf lunges towards the girl lost in the woods. he mounts the heavenly woman with curves fit to kill, the untouched flower that only moments earlier was forbidden; he gives no warning as to what comes next. he grips her fiercely, caring not if she, his toy, is bruised or bleeding. in fact, he prefers she is; he can do whatever he wants. the dark knight steadies himself over the small maiden, ivories revealing themselves before setting themselves to dig at her flesh and banner for more support. his sword strikes at last; he's buried to the hilt within his victim a moment later. the blow is swift, hard; he doesn't give her a chance. whether she knows or not, she's his now; the angel, so sweet and pure, no longer exists. the incubus took her away for his feast. she went willingly, but he will not be easy. the devil's steed only gives a moment's rest, a second of relaxation, of savoring his victory, then gets to work. perhaps she may have expected something slow, something soft, but then again, if she wished that, she should have taken his advice and found another to service her. with him, there is no build-up, steady pace, gentle push; he's not making love to her, he's screwing her. plain and simple.
** The beast gives no warning, no time to prepare when he launches his assault, and soon he's grinding, pounding, thrusting as hard as he can into the maiden beneath him. he intends to keep his promise, he's going to make her squeal all night, going to make sure she can't stand and walk away from him in the morning, he's going to keep fucking her until he's had his fill, and not a second less. her desires don't matter to him; she asked for this, kept asking for it. now she has it. cruel serpent's fangs gleam as he releases his hold on the angel, running his kissers up her nape again, nipping harshly, pillars strengthening around the small woman's barrel. are you enjoying yourself, angel? he purrs into her audit, silver voice leaking with golden honey as he slows his assault; now he is thrusting not nearly as fast, long slow strokes pounding into her flesh. i most certainly am. i was wrong, you're no angel, he stops completely, only the tip of his sword left inside of her opening, the gateway to her treasures he's sure he's torn completely down. boa stretches out towards a golden audit placed upon her tiara, and secretly the devil's mark appears upon obsidian robes once again, energy set to strike. you're a fucking goddess. so perfect; every hellion's dream. he's practically cooing now, rubbing his member over her opening slowly. she may be a virgin, but he's got years of experience over her, the little queen he's claiming. he can hold out for a long time; he's just getting started. how long could she hold out? tell me goddess, what am i? the serpent coils and strikes again, plunging back into her depths hard, his pillars drawing her closer, burying himself so far he's sure to get lost. at this point, he doesn't care what happens; if her pillars fail to hold their weight and she falls, he will not stop, if she comes while he's still working, he will not stop, if some other should come up on them, no matter how remote the possibility, he will not stop. he's so lost in her heat, so deep in her sex, he doesn't care what happens as long as he receives his fill.
** Glow bright crimson, oh rune of evil! the mark that makes him a navita energies him again, but something's different. it's glowing more harshly, so brightly, it nearly lights up the area in an eerie red haze as he starts his long, slow, hard strokes into her again. energy crackles around him, his control over it so advanced; with him over her, in her, how will his currents treat her now? he keeps the volts at medium energy, golden and white crackles and sparks jumping, dancing, zapping over his pelt as he continues his pace. he's grunting, gasping, grinding, loving every moment of his feast on the water queen. he draws her evermore closer, back into him; he's drawing this out as long as he can. ivories scraping down golden flesh, muscled onyx nape flexing masterfully over her exposed wither and nape. he wants her to beg, to squeal, moan, scream, cry for him; he will not accept another reaction. he may never have this chance again with her. he wants to enjoy each and every second. who knows, perhaps in her next cycle, she may seek him out again, who else would she go to for this?
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word count;; nine hundred exact.
ooc;; i LOVE this table, disco! thank you so much! 8D *huggles*
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Post by iz the great and powerful on Dec 11, 2011 2:40:56 GMT -5
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[/I]Daggers pierced nightly fathoms as her cry ran with their dangerous velocity, slowly fading into the sturdy walls the foliage provided by thick woods. Pleasure, along with utter disgust came within the grasp of her consciousness as the ebony creature had came upon her own bodice and entered her with sheer force. Pains of her sin of lust cackled in her face, guilt came over the Water Queen, but it slowly faded away as Ra'Zac's quick, powerful thrusts massaged the internals of her once prized treasures. Muscles flinched as ivories closed over her crest, a displeasing grunt came from her kissers. A stream of crimson liquid trickled from the source of his support, staining her golden silks a rusty bronze. This had to have been the one stream of audio that had escaped from her vocals that would be displeasing to the brute, for it sounded as if she was about to crumble, though she was not. Harder thrusts were forced inside her, their powerful affects nearly caused the femme to stop the rhythmic breaths that supported her life. Quick plumes of mist escaped from her nares I'm her attempt to regain the breathing pattern of normality to the mare as the brujo paused. Pounding thrusts once again were pushed inside the feminique, lust and pleasure clouded pools of her sweet azure. A smirk tugged at the seams of the corners of her maw, it was such a lovely thing to be taken by someone, "Harder!" the fea teased the hellion, hoping he would heed her wish. A grunt stirred the air once more as he drew blood from her crest once more, pillars also tightened their embrace over her sides. His lyrics finally danced inside one of her audits, he inquired if she was enjoying herself, still thrusting into her, but with lowered tempo, "I suppose I am..." she softly replied to him after his next words, allowing her voice to fade into the night as his remarks included the inaccurate title of 'angel' he had given her. Disappointment came over the golden clad fea at the ebony demon's next words, the title of 'goddess' seemed even more inaccurate to Noelani, "How could such a goddess as myself be damned to walk upon this purgatory?" she inquired, cranium turned back toward him. Another smirk came over her lips as he asked what he was to her. Sincere thoughts came through her mind as countless titles came up about the stag, "Words simply cannot describe you, my dearest one," she replied, "But if I must choose, I'd say you are a creature composed of perfection himself, an angel fallen from his rightful place in heaven." she added softly. She grunted one last time as he buried himself inside her once more. Optics easily caught his scarlet mark glow as she moaned for him, sparks began to dance across his jet black pelting. The sting of the electricity spreading over her and inside her was moderate, she slightly winced in pain as his energy struck her. Her nape was near to being completely stained with blood as he scraped his teeth over it once more, a scream appearing from her maw as he deepened new wounds. Hail, Noelani...
Once full of grace...
The Lord is no longer with thee... [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/font][/color] Muse: Rocky...
Word Count: 543 (I win)
OOC:  I'm glad you like it!
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Post by ~Snowy on Feb 29, 2012 22:45:50 GMT -5
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[/i] ** "Harder!" [/i] teased the mouse to the fox, the prey to the predator as he continued his assault on her, pleasuring her, filling her as much as he can, wanting everything she had to give and taking as much as he could as he lets the sparks die once more. he smirks, snorting out his amusement. ever the gentleman, he gives her what she wants, thrusting harder, ever harder now. panting, gasping, he loves the feel of her body, of her muscles under his pistons, loves the sounds she's making. crimson lifeblood fills the demon's mouth as he finds he's bitten harder than he probably should've, but he finds himself intoxicated nonetheless by the taste, running his tongue over the injury, taking in the unusually sweet taste that seems to act as an aphrodisiac; and he can't seem to get enough. this is too much, almost far too much. oh, dear beast, what is coming over you as you take your beauty? ebonite robes, so dark, so sleek, ripple over each muscle as he continues his actions, audits flicking upright as she speaks once more. she asks why he calls her what she is, why if she, a goddess, is cursed to walk these lands of horror and bloodstain, of war and pain. dark prince, what is your answer? ** Serpentine stretches upwards, towards her audit again, and he slows his tempo again in an attempt to reel himself in long enough, just long enough to give his response. dark lyrics of tainted silver play the rapidly heating air as he purrs again towards her, rubbing his bodice sensuously against hers as he moves. "isn't it obvious, goddess? the gods are vain, they grew jealous of your perfection, so they cast you out of their sight because you reminded them of their imperfections. that's why your here... although i'm not complaining." he chuckles to her, amused by her question. you know just what to say evil lord, don't you? you intend to trap her, entangle her further in your web of lies, don't you? or... are they lies anymore? can you, prince of lies, even tell anymore? he starts to pick up tempo again, but this time he refuses to lose himself, to go wild. he wants to hear her, to hear those moans and those noises and comprehend them. wants to see her reactions, listen to her cries and pleads. so he forces himself to stay in charge, in control of himself. that's how he hears her lyrics again, notices her soft look back to him... he's had his fair share of women to his bed, fucked many a lady caught in lust and heat... but none have given him that kind of look before. ** What is this? the tables have turned it seems - the angel has the upper hand. he almost pauses, halts in his efforts, something flashing behind obsidian pools. he's been called many things, been titled by many voices and spat at in different lyrics, but never has he been described quite like that. in those moments, something snaps inside his chest, and he pulls her harder towards him, forcing himself as far as possible into her warmth, hissing pleasurably into her audits. something's changed, and he's not sure what. "so, i'm your 'dearest one'?" he whispers, a subtle tone to his vocals, unknown in origin but softer and yet more dangerous than before, a lingering promise of something unknown, something new within them. "that's a first. no one's ever claimed me like that." truth rings in the demon's voice, honesty for once taking forefront above deceit. he completely stops his movements, still buried deep inside the golden water queen, as he speaks his next lyrics. "should i, the fallen beast, return the favor, goddess? do you want me to claim you like you've claimed me?" its up to her now, he's giving her the choice, the decision on what will become of them, two of heaven's perfect creations, both fallen from the grace of the gods. this could turn out to be more than what it seems... this woman is different than the others, the witches who begged him for his attentions then left. he didn't know what he was getting into, but he was willing to see, to find out where it took him. always the daredevil, aren't you oh dark master. let's see where this dive takes you. [/size][/blockquote][/font][/color] muse;; could be better, but still good. ;3
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ooc;; still loving this table. x3 and this can go either way, depending on what you want. but i was wondering if noelani could be the light mare that ra'zac falls in love with, if that's alright with you?
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