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Post by mist on Jul 22, 2006 14:33:21 GMT -5
the dappled fawn strided steadily into the realm. she was born from these lands about two years ago, but wandered from her dam as a stag forced her mother before her. Mist's small bodice shook, scared of her surroudings. small whimpers coming from her kissers as visionaries searched around, trying to find her dam again. she was alone, but for how long? even though she was scared, she had quite an attitude that developed from wandering alone. nares flared, releasing heavy carbon as she grew a bit more nervous, making her look like an easy target. but was she? movements slowed to a halt before a willow, flicking her small silver tassel against her moonwashed flanks, releasing her scent heavily. she didn't mean to though as she didn't know it was her time. |
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Post by silent on Aug 29, 2006 22:46:32 GMT -5
occ: can someone please post to this? |
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Post by c a e r l a z y on Sept 10, 2006 11:40:28 GMT -5
The creature was lured to the scent though the king stayed within his place in the shadows. Piercing occs glowed almost out of the element. Hooves hit the earth as the king tread on towards the belle. A careless gleam was within the occs of the historic beast. How many times have you heard his tagging throughout the 3 cycles of his life...Many, Many times....even after the war he is spoken of and is proud of the actions that he took. Carefully a circle was taken around the as the ebony shadow creature stopped facing her...
A dangerous time to be out lady....you know how many fatal creatures roam out here at the time....one more dangerous than others...If you were smart you wouldn't have set foot in unfamiliar lands...
Vocals trailed off as the deepness in them was too mysterious and yet the handsome muscular figure took another circle around the belle. Born into these lands he was and living in these almost 24 hours except for the brief visits to the lands called his....Tagged after his father and given to his grandfathers....and the darkness grew...
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Post by mist on Sept 10, 2006 13:24:42 GMT -5
Long pillars carried her further within the lands, striding 'pon the swampy crust that was below her. Her dappled peltage began to fade as she entered deeper into the foresty, the silent darkness swallowing her presence in. Auditives swirled 'pon her skull, listening for any nearby equids, but heard 'pon none as the hellion was traveling silently towards her. She was soon caught surprised as she saw his shadowy figure circle her. Icey blue visionaries never leaving his form as he continued, tensing a bit more than usual. Her tassel seemed to consiously clamp 'pon her silver rump as he came closer. Too close for her interest. Though she began to become shortly irritated as she heard 'pon his rumors, listening to them cautionly.
If one had courage as I, they wouldn't run, but fight.
Tones hissed in a cold way, showing that she was a bit intimidated. Though she seemed to lie a bit in her tones, knowing she wasn't as nearly as strong as the hellion before her. He was much taller than her, as she was small for breed, yet bloodlines. |
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Post by serenity on Sept 11, 2006 17:58:04 GMT -5
Raven locks whipped at the bloodsuckers as the unnatural occs seemed to stare into the enchantress' soul. He looked like a statue as the cold caused the skin beneath the coat of silk to ripple in shivers for a moment before still as a statue again posing with tiara whipping high throughout the air. And yet the young belle reminded the young beast of one....a creature that had come to him in hope...and then died in glory a story untold that had secrets and was unspoken of so far...
Welll a spunky one we have here is it true though are you a coward within just speaking of lies as I see a bit within your eyes very clear though....Have you not been told to hide emotions yet? Or are you just not very mysterious.....
He trailed off after the belle had spoken and the nymph's words rang throughout a bit too loud for his liking...wow...some could just not be quiet and mysterious could they these days. Not very attractive if you asked Blood Shock....
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Post by mist on Sept 11, 2006 18:13:41 GMT -5
Still a bit intimidated, as she was young, her slender bodice began to tense a bit. Visionaries narrowed also, listening 'pon his lyrics that ran to her auditives. Was he trying to scare her? A slight rise in her began to form, as movements in her shaking stopped. Pillars shot forward as she lunged towards him, baring her ivories. She aimed a nip and continued past him, emitting a kick also. Of couse, she was still learning. She was abandoned, having a horrible past within her soul. One that would be hard to come over her. Finally reaching a few strides away, she halted near a willow, swinging her fasacde to see his presence. Her dappled peltage began to fade within the shadows of the tree. Movements stayed still, waiting for any actions that were to come from the hellion behind her, knowing he'd do something. |
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Post by c a e r l a z y on Sept 11, 2006 18:22:46 GMT -5
A becursed smirk appeared upon his expression for just a second perhaps...Or truly did it even appear or was it just a trick of the mind for the rest of us watching the scene. Carefully bod stilled allowing the eager one to attempt to fight though he stayed still not caring much as the nymph obviously wouldn't suceed in doing much harm to the muscles covered with the thin raven coat. Occs shades washed over every feature for but a second looking at her really for a second but yet then speaking as if there had never been a frightening vocal coming forth. Calm as ever deep tones emerged.
...Never seemed to get your tagging sweetheart....this one be Blood Shock....obviously everyone has heard of my history over the past three cycles of my life so...we don't have to go over it....unless you need to ask someone....but I reallly really don't want to go over that....
Occs waited in youthful eagerness for the others words...Still Blood Shock acted like a colt but his wisdom was ageless...It was interesting how his life had fallen into place the horrid past of a young king...All the very tragic endings of the dark, deadly romances....the eternal love forgotten found again...oh the wonders of royalty...
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Post by mist on Sept 11, 2006 18:35:31 GMT -5
A sigh of relief was emitted as she knew he wasn't one to attack others. Or was he? Icey blue visionaries carefully dozed off as she thought the young hellion's tagging over and over. How it seemed so fimilar, yet she couldn't understand why. Her attention was braught back, but Mist still seemed to hold off his question for the time being. Visionaries shifted over, only seeing 'pon the stag near her, scanning over his well built bodice. Heck, she looked much smaller than him, making her look like an easy target who was weak. But, perhaps she was.
My tagging be none of your business.
Tones finally escaped, knowing she could have trouble coming her way for refusing. Atleast, when she was young, all she saw was her dam being abused when refusing simple questions or actions. Her mind escaped once more, thinking of her past, but came back quicker than before. A small smirk formed on her kissers, watching Blood Shock before her. |
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Post by serenity on Sept 30, 2006 14:41:54 GMT -5
He snorted in a cold way before occs stared straight at her in a threatening way allowing the bright shades of crystaline to seemingly pierce into the soul of her and whoever wished to be an onlooker. Just his luck of course and yet this was a fiery one seh just need a bit of...oh what do you call it...
persuading
A grim smirk was willing to emerge though the massive czar seemed to ignore it and keep it deep, deep, deep, deeep within. Smooth toxicating melodies emerged seemingly turning on his charm.
Oh, but sweetheart it is very much my business....
Muzzle caressed her rump as he pulled back quickly before allowing muzzle to be buried within the ribbon that had been high before but had lowered. One of the many tricks that the raven king had kept for only the best. Occs stared at her a grayish flame starting to heat up within the blues as he waited for the reaction of this beauty...
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Post by mist on Sept 30, 2006 14:57:08 GMT -5
Her fascade lowered, feeling very much relaxed as she heard his soothing [sp?] tones and his maw caressing her rump. Mist's thoughts wandered away as her visionaries closed lightly, almost seeming to fall asleep as she was so relaxed. Course, it was quite a shock but a weakness on her. Her thoughts gathered again, snapping her back into reality and not her dreamy wonder land, or so you could say. Ivories bared once more as she spun on her hind haunches to face the devil near her.
What makes you believe that?
Tones snapped, obviously irritated with him. Though she long for his touch, which was something she fell into too many times. Mist shook her fascade a bit, as in 'waking up'. Perhaps I'm falling for him..? Mist couldn't help it, but managed to let a small chuckle escape as she thought of the idea. |
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Post by serenity on Sept 30, 2006 15:13:56 GMT -5
Smallest sign of life of a smile emerged though shadowed occs gazed into hers before staring at her rump for moments. Thinking of what he could have...must have...and what he really, really wanted. He seemed to be in a daze as words came forth in recognition of hers almost as if he actually wanted her and yet he did want her...just not the trouble of love...how many times had he gone over this with how many enchantress'!!!
If only you knew darling...if only you knew the truth...
Charming smile was given to the fae as ivories bared and he nipped softly at her rump making sure not to break through any of the delicate....smoothe....skin. Ohhhh!!!!. He moaned inwardly though it was quite audible as muzzle caressed from her tiara moving down her spine at a gentle pace stopping right before the ribbons falling from her rump.
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Post by mist on Sept 30, 2006 15:30:46 GMT -5
Visionaries had followed his gaze towards her dappled rump, knowing exactly what he wanted. Hell, she knew from the beginning. She had tucked her rump inwards as she was a bit surprised, feeling his ivories softly nip at her rump after speaking his last lyrics. A moan from herself had slowly slipped also, feeling his touch run from her withers to her lower rump, right before where her tassel laid. Though, she couldn't exactly figure why her tagging was so important to him. Mist had threw away the thought before departing her kissers.
Mist. |
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Post by serenity on Sept 30, 2006 15:51:50 GMT -5
He listened quietly as finally an answer was given but before that a moan had slipped and he felt why not? She already seemed to be ready and he had only waited for a cursing if she hadn't he wouldn't have even bothered upon the idea but first might as well be polite as possible before entering the beautiful fae.
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Mist...you revealed nothing more and left my vision fogged up...
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The smallest smile came once more before making his way to the behind of Mist and rising upon the hind ligaments and falling back upon her. Tool nudged at her entrance in a teasing way before finally going all the way in working and working as a cold sweat emerged over his bod. A mysterious groan emerged quite loud by the way as finally seeds were planted assuring pregnancy and he only thrusted a little more before allowing himself to back off muzzle darting into her banner smelling the sweet scent of blood. Muzzle reached out for hers as he nuzzledher.
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Darling...would you and our foal like to live in my lands...the Carcass Canyon...lands of the Crimson Blood herd???
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Post by mist on Sept 30, 2006 16:11:05 GMT -5
Auditives listened contently, soften visionaries watching Blood Shock as he made his way to her rump. Mist knew as well what he were to do. She braced herself, ready to hold his weight as he laid 'pon her spine. The minx grunted a bit, feeling his tool nudge at her entrance as he was teasing her. Though, she handled it well, backing up into him for his pleasure. Dappled bodice easily went with his thrusts, rocking gently. Several moans were given before he dismounted and smelt the blood scent she was giving. Mist only shifted her weight as he smelt her scent and came before her, reaching his maw to hers. She swiftly nuzzled him back, before tucking her maw to her chest again. That's when she spoke her pleasing tones that would sure make Blood Shock happy.
I'd love too. |
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Post by serenity on Sept 30, 2006 16:18:44 GMT -5
Expression seemed to illumnate with happiness. He was already making teh herd of his grow once more making it grow and grow until hopefully one day it would become larger than the original Crimson Blood herd that was led by his two grandfathers. Grim...and Descent. Muzzle reached to the sky as did bod. Powerful ligaments outstretched towards the skies. A loud eerie sound came forth and many would wish to block it out. Ligaments slashed the air as the grimmest smirk of satisfaction crept upon his muzzle. A quick nuzzle was given to her before muzzle lowered and the somewhat minor insanity driven stag nipped at her belly in a teasing way. He probably thought a pregnant mare was sexier than one that wasn't....which was completely sick...but at least he had two mares within the hopeless lands of the Crimson Blood Herd
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