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Post by skittles on Jul 21, 2006 9:12:05 GMT -5
An auburn figure pranced slowly onto this terra that was all too familiar. Though, she liked it. This was home to the stags who forced you into doing whatever they wanted. Tumbleweed was a slave, awaiting a master who would give her lots of long hours of pleasure. In return, he would get foals, heirs perhaps. She was but three years of age, awaiting her first breeding. She lifted up her silky whipcord to release sweet toxins that would attract only the finest stallions. It was her first time yes, but she had learned from the best.
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Post by skittles on Aug 1, 2006 12:24:16 GMT -5
can someone reply to this??
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Post by justinemd34910 on Aug 1, 2006 12:32:33 GMT -5
ooc i am .:dark red:. i am a evil stag and i allmost live in this land i was soon walking then a saw the little fea not very old soon i was at her side lo fea what are you doing in these lands? i asked not wanting to harm a young one
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Post by jade on Aug 1, 2006 12:39:20 GMT -5
ooc: me to, mind if I join?
Coryn Sniffed the air, finding the toxins of a mare. "Lo' minx." his vocals called to her. He noticed another stag there, he snorted at him. Coryn didn't like the presence of another stag there.
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Post by skittles on Aug 3, 2006 9:05:56 GMT -5
Tumbleweed smirked at the sight of a stag coming towards her. And cackled softly as she caught the eye of yet another one. Perhaps she would be geting twice the pleasure today. As the two stags spoke to her, she listened before responding with her own.
'Lo. I be Tumbleweed, and you? I be looking for a master who will give me pleasure until the day I die. You two think you've got what it takes?
She asked, almost flirting as she pranced around him, a mischevious look upon her facade. She lifted her whipcord once more, letting her scent fill the nostrils of the stags.
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Post by justinemd34910 on Aug 14, 2006 15:12:40 GMT -5
.:dark red:. i watched the fea pranced around me my brain allmost overcome by the sweet smell of the feas sent well i might have what it takes i said smriking this could be my chanse
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Post by skittles on Aug 26, 2006 6:58:29 GMT -5
TUmbleweed stood with her back end towards the stag that had spoken to her. She swished her whipcord a bit before holding it off to the side. As she did so, she spoke more of her melodies to the stag. Go for it. It would be her first breeding, so she was quite excited.
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Post by justinemd34910 on Sept 6, 2006 19:51:32 GMT -5
dark red smriked looking over at the outher stag then back at the mare ok he said he mounted not to hard then entered slowly and went slowly then starting going faster and faster
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Post by jade on Sept 24, 2006 15:13:04 GMT -5
Coryn didn't like that one bit. He jumped knoking the other stallion off her. His eyes looked like polished river stones with a killer sparkle at the rim. "May we battle for who gets to play with her first?" He was turned on by the scent of this fae. He should be his!
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Post by skittles on Oct 2, 2006 11:11:04 GMT -5
Tumbleweed groaned as the first stag entered her hole slowly. As he began to thrust faster, more pain was given, though there was also more pleasure. She yelped in pain as the stallion was ripped from her insides by the other one. Boys, boys. There is enough of me for both of you. Though, you know, this is my first time, the one who wins the battle shall get to give me my first pleasure. She said as she circled them and lifted her plume once more to release her scent.
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Post by justinemd34910 on Oct 4, 2006 23:06:52 GMT -5
(ooc: uh oh i have never battled before well at lest not in carrie but i better do some reading *runs off to find a thread with a good fight*)
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Post by skittles on Oct 24, 2006 17:59:52 GMT -5
(lol, whenever ur ready)
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Post by justinemd34910 on Nov 4, 2006 7:06:13 GMT -5
.:Dark Red:. Dark Red let his nares breath in the mares sweet scent. Yes we will fight he yelled to the outher stallion. Then he charged him. Rearing high in the air just before running into him. He hoped his dagger would seep into the stallions skin. Well it my feet don't my teeth will. He thought. when he landed on his rear he aimed for his blades. Fangs ready to sink into his soft fleash.
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Post by skittles on Feb 17, 2007 18:59:40 GMT -5
hello??
if no one responds, whoever comes can force breed Tumbleweed
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