.returning.

[Weiry]

Sticks and branches slapped the angered stag's hide as he shoved through the thick leafy vegitation and underbrush. Pushing throught the same brush he had before, the stag finally entered the same clearing for the third time, wondering instantly why he hadn't found another path. Small trickles and scrapes of crimson seeped down his dark pelt that shone radiently in the moon's glow, hidden by a few clouds now. Angered by the mare he had come across and coming back emptyhanded made his quite furrious, and the thought the darks hadn't getten anything acomplished at the summoning. Nickering lowly to her the brute trotted around the clearing, awaiting his dearest Fade, whom he wondered if was following his bulk. Suddenly seeing her petite frame appear from the flourishing undergrowth, his heart gave a leap of excitement. Nickering to her he trotted to her sdie, flicking his short tail about his flanks.

That was utterly pointless.. but now we are finally back home.. in the hell raising harem that is not successfully filled..

The thought of the dispicible mare at the claiming lands made him shutter with anger, but he quickly returned his attention to the fae before him, speaking deeply, not knowing what else to say as a willingness spread throughout his bodice like wildfire. Her gorgous looks bedazzeld him in the light of the moon, her petite frame so.. irrisitible he thought was the correct word. He shifted his pillars underneath his mass uneasily as the familiar scent came to his quivering nares and shifting again the stud hoped the mare wouldn't notice his unusual behaivor, so he stepped from her a bit, snorting. Why had he been this way? The question entered his mind promptly. Staring at the land suddenly as if in deep thought or a daydream had been playing with his mind. Snorting again the stag tried to keep himself content by shifting his weight and occasionaly glancing around him, not succeding in keeping himself at ease.

[f a d e]

Fade had left the lands of the Royals feeling angered by their lack of a point and wilfull against the duo. The mare had followed Wake home obediantly, like a thrownaway dog trying to find it's way back to it's master. Her tassles hung loose and unmoving against her facade, almost as if they too, had given up their free will. Trudging back to their realm of darkness had been satisfying in a sick way, for this is where their plans of destruction would come to begin.

Finally she saw the crest of the final hill. Fade had returned to her throne. Thinking she might have a chance to be alone, she breathed in a sigh, then exhaled as she noticed her captor, awaiting her. His movements were jerky, and the ess wondered what had brought about this change in him...

Fade snapped her attention forward agian, as she caught herself looking towards the far-off mountains. Twins pricked forth anxiously hoping he hadn't noticed their slow drooping destination. The mare's ebon tassles covered her facade, momentarily blinding her to Wake's actions.

Yes, pointless as it was, it gave us a chance to introduce ourselves to our...soon-to-be formers.

The bastard made her uncomfortable, in the strangest ways. His nearness and close proximity almost caused her to flinch with fear. This feeling would never be revealed to her new master, but something she would forever conceal in the bottom of her heart.

Better go claim some mares for yourself stag, the best will soon be gone.

[Weiry]

With shallow, narrowed optics the stallion eyed his femmora suspiciously.. slightly taken aback persay. Snorting angrily the stag tried to regain himself, but it didn't really work. Towering over the fem's small frame his bloodbay bulk trembled at his fly muscle as he spoke..

Go claim mares you say.. maybe I don't want to.. maybe all those wicked collectors of stags have already taken them as you suspect. Or no, maybe I think I already have enough bait for myself to handle.. maybe you are good enough for me.. and only you. Perhaps yu are good enough to be my toy of the evening..

He spoke in a deep, hissing voice. This fae had no idea.. he did not collect femms like a hoarder. Swishing his streamer the stag began to move his bulk around the fae's petite figure.. eyeing her curves and every hair that flinched as he passed beside her. Cool streams of air spread across her frame as he strode by.. sencing a flicker of fear among her..

ooc=bleh im so out of horsey moods

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[f a d e]

Shocked at the lyrics that streamed from between his kissers, Fade recoiled slightly. His words discomforted the mare but she held her ground and stood up to his circling. Moons watched as he circled her bodice, analyzing each bend. Twin towers followed his walking, swiveling to catch any sounds ushered.

The ess groaned inwardly, his toy of the evening? Who does he think I am? If this bastard thinks he can plant his undeserving seed within my depths for his pleasure, he thinks wrong indeed! The very thought of him controlling her for even a second disgusted the demoness. Ignoring his first comment, Fade skipped right over to the second.

Perhaps indeed...I just might have to take ye' up on that offer later bastard.

Outwardly she showed false confidence. Maybe if she lied, he would want the opposite and leave her be. Fade hoped, that he wasn't as intelligient as met the eye. Maybe then, she thought, maybe then I will have a chance against him. The dark maiden who had never bred before, now feared for her innocence...by the very stag who had taken her in.

[Weiry]

As the stag moved his dark bodice slowly around her, he listened carefully to the fae's words as they flowed from her velvet mug. Smirking he came around and nipped her withers, then returned with a trot to her front.. towering over her still he began his lecture.

You think so...perhaps I could use you for something useful. All you do is take up my time and linger your frail, worthless little bodice around my land all day without a care in world. You should be lucky I accepted a wench such as you into my land.. without me, you would be nothing..you'd still be in that claiming land, alone and frightened. Or lying somewhere trying to grasp onto some good memory in your life while some bastard of a stag is on top of your spine forcing himself into you. You are lucky, wench, or are you lucky.

He hissed, in a calm sort of manner as he stood over her immensly and intimidating. The trees seemed to rustle their lifeless leaves as he spoke to her. Everything grew quite, except the call of a hawk far away, or the chirp of a lonly bird hidden in the thicket of a wood. She was lucky to be here, for Wake did not forcebreed..'twas a waste of time and a waste of a good seed to plant in some other, worthy, wench's body. He scowled now as he looked upon her, kind of digusted with the fact how she could not be the slightest bit pleased or even thankful for that matter. The smirk had vanished now, and his look uponhis worn face was now vile.. wicked almost. He meant business when he spoke in such a manner.

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[f a d e]

As the nip was planted 'pon her withers, the ess flinched at his touch. His sudden change in demeanor frightened a mare so used to tradition and unchanging surroundings. Her past had taught her to fear the unknown, and Wake's attitude was the unknown personified.

f a t e

Bruja's tresses hung loosley over her mocha orbs. Whites shown in distress, for this stallion had found her strongest fear. Fear of disruption. Fear of the unknown which could swallow you up and spit you out like Jonah and the whale. Without the fairy tale ending. Too many revolving doors in the world. If there were holes in the floor of heaven, then there must be gaps in the ceiling of hell. If only those openings could free her tainted soul from this prison. But alas, she was chained as a pinned butterfly.

h o l d s

Strong pilla's did the maiden possess, pilla's which were becoming exhausted of waiting. Waiting seemed to be the mare's fate. Always. Death was the end result of all her trials and sufferings. In the end, did it really matter? For death was neccessary, what was the point of life? Thoughts churned inside her thick crown, around and around they went. Finally she realized her words had been silanced long enough. T'was time for her piece of mind. Mug parted to give way to her response, lyrics true as sin.

Lucky? You bastard. To call oneself such as I lucky? How dare you...

t r u e

Auds laced to her skull, hot anger boiling inside. Her pelt lay unmarked by any formers and yet he still considered her the fortunate one. Never before had she experienced the pure pleasures in life. Never bred. Never comforted. Never loved. The gifts given freely to most fellow 'quines would never, could never be her's to have and to hold. To treasure. To gain. All time and efforts were lost on Fade, her curse. What did this ruffian care? She was merely a prize, a toy in his eyes. One to be held captive under a watchfull gaze. Always waiting for a chance for her to slip and end up pregnant days later. Oh yes. She knew his true soul.

Look around you. You Lord Wake, you be the lucky one.

[Weiry]

At this the stag opened his mind, broadly at her words. Strange. This mare seemed to have the completly wrong picture of him, yet she thought he be lucky? Confusing. Very confusing. Why did faes such as this always have to be so tricky, so difficult to understand. It was like a book that never ended. You wanted to find the end, and find out what bad or good ending there is, but you never reach it. A strange expression came to the brute's face now, one of confusion and of no will to continue the argument. Turning slightly on his hocks the stag walked swiftly in the opposite direction, black plume swishing casually as he became frustrated. A scowl drew itself upon his face, but disappeared in an effort to not get angry with the wench. He tried..he really did. But somehow the fae couldn't understand his message.

Be it then, fae, begon if you no longer wish to stay! I care not of your decision, but let it be known to you that I had the will to take you in, you just couldn't understand why.

He stated clearly in a deep, calm tone. A swish of his tail and a slow turn made him face his land upon the ridge, looking into the setting sun. Shallow lines of light stretched across the valley, fading as the sun continued to creep below the horizon. Stag shook his crania and black tassles swung over his crest, short bannet flicked every which way. A dull look had become of his face, his orbs. It looked almost sad, yet completly occupied all at once. His thoughts reeled in his mind, 'twas now the fae's decision, not his.

[f a d e]

Love or bust,

Seeing her stag's departing frame made fade snort in bewilderment. What was his plans for her? What thoughts were swirling in his vile little mind of his? The ess took one dainty step in his direction. Ever cautious. Ever wary. Crest held high in arabian fashion, her fem muscles shone underneath blood-bay pelt. Fade scented the air, heavily stenched with brute smell. 'Er nostrils flared, open and closed. Open and closed. Wake's overwhelming dominance was abundant throughout Velitan. She respected it, yet she also feared what it could do to herself.

Why then, brute. Why hath thou brought me back to your hellhole. To rot the rest of my pitiful life? To bear your seed and labor to your every command? Tell me why brute. Speak. And speak quickly, for my intentions will not be so kind thus forward.

Steely orbs clouded over. Reminising the few moments of glory they had shared. To be a dark was not always what you expected. She herself, had felt emotion. Lust, for this stag ahead of her. Had he not felt the same? Would they always be as they were now? Unhappy and uncaring? Did anyone feel anything for her? Pendulum swung idly, touching her hocks momentarily then rising back up. Such was life.

'Tis my time for lust.

[Weiry]

Cranium shot to the ess quickly, her small form lingering distantly from his wide bulk. A snort was given, and the stag strutted forth, nares opened widly. Cold orbs stared down at her, nearing. A strange, cofused look was still placed upon his face, and the stag narrowed his slits with wonder to the fae, head tipped to the side slightly. Must she think these vile, wicked thoughts of him? Have she no wonder for what he is truely made of? Must she assume everything..

To rot out the last of your life..to plant my seed within your delicate bossom.. to labor my every command..

He mumbled, almost speaking to himself. Reminding himself of what she said. How could these be true? This fae must think of no good thoughts, for she automatically belives Wake is the devil. Flicking his crania up as if he had been smacked on the nose, Wake neared her form still,

You believe only in wickness, fair ess. For you have not seen any of my sides. My inside. How can you assume 'tis real what you have heard or expirienced? You think I wish to use you and throw you out, but my intentions are much more than this. Why did I come to you? Because you, fae, were the only wench I saw was worthy of all those b*tches in that land. And no, not worthy of my seed or toying, but of my lust, my love.

He explained to her in a soft tone, yet still deep and dominating. His orbs had turned soft as well, staring into hers with an almost warm feeling. What had come over him? Had his feelings truly gotten the best of him? A quick flick of his streamer signified his finish. That was enough light-hearted words for one year.

[f a d e]

why must you torment me,

with these pointless lies?

as the czar neared her minute frame, many questions raced through her brainpan. his timing was perfect. just as spring cast it's newly born gaze down 'pon equusoul, did he finally treat her as an equal. his meaning was clear. wake wanted her. wanted her to feel like she could trust him. love him. lust for him. then he could take what he wanted, his heir. feeling a heavy duty fall on her withers, fade plotted inwardly. whatever he wanted, she could play his game.

for when I look upon you face,

I look first to your eyes.

wench quietly absorbed his replay of her own words. if the poem he recited was true, then she was making a grave mistake. a mistake that could banish her from Velitan...or her dark life with her captor. without a word, fade wanted to show him that she too, could feel this....lust. steps brought her ever nearer his side. nearer until she was close enough to feel her breath repell off his pelt. close enough to feel the steady beat of his blackened heart. mug ran along the length of his back. kisses planted here and there as she came to his crest.

now can't you see,

that I can be the me,

you've always wanted me to be?

fade's boulder orbs looked deeply in his. lust grew within her. reaching a boiling point as she pleaded for him to return the feeling. in one last, desperate attempt to regain his attention, she bowed her crania. just enough to let him know she respected his dominance, but wanted to be his equal.

as you are worthy of me.

[Weiry]

A very low, tempting nicker escaped the stallion's voicebox and rumbled up his throat into the thin air. His orbs watched down at her, not taking them off as she finally understood what he meant for her, for them.

Bulk shifting uneasily as the mare drew close he could sence her lust for him, her dock lifting quite occasionally. Glancing sideways the stag carefully jostlesd his pistons underneath his mass, trying to regain a comfortable stature. She made him feel lust even more with every small step of her hooves. Want. The very word rung in his mind like chimes, brujo-like instincts kicking in. He knew she was drawing herself to him.. a test if you will. Flicking his tassles 'bout his flanks the stag stepped forward from her tempting motions.

I am glad you see it my way, m'lady.

He said simply, many feelings striking him at once like lightning. He couldn't make up his mind..or was he controling it? An episode of guilt flushed through him, and he turned to face her once more. He couldn't bare it longer. Her very presence had him wanting her every feature, her bod more than anything. He needed her. Now she wouldn't leave, for the stag realized he wanted no other.

Nearing her with a strut the stallion fumbled with the tassles among her crest, delicate and fragile she seemed, he didn't want to touch her. The very shortness of her withers made his crest bend low, softly touching them. The very muscle beneath him quivered with delight as though he had never expirienced something so amerous and delightful, it escaping its sheath already.

Lost in a beautiful dream the stag wanted nothing else than to be with Fade forever..

[f a d e]

now that you understand

we can be one again.

twin spires were opened to full extent, taking in each sound that he made moving towards her. t'was music to her auds. mind was filled with thoughts as he touched her. his smell, a heavenly aroma, drifted through her caverns. the maiden's bay bodice seemed to shine a little more. fade's heart skipped a beat as his crown neared her own.

small rumble was brought forth in pure delight from deep within her chest. euphoria was her prime feeling. for the first time in her life she felt like maybe, just maybe, she belonged. dock lifted suddenly, suprised fade ushered a slight snort. 'twas her time. she hoped Wake hadn't noticed. if he had, he hadn't shown any signs of acknowledgement. testing the air with her lined napes, she scented something strange. with shock, the wench realized, he too was excited. (...)

As if I ever didn't m'lord.

smirk was plastered upon her mug. small chuckle escaped her kissers, revealing her maw lined with worn enamels. overwhelming happiness reigned supreme. now it was his decision. would they bring forth their own little hession into the world in these times of new beginnings? if he did want this, they had better start the ominous deed soon. t'would be summer before long. hinds rested comfortably as she lay her neck 'pon his back. finally...she had found her king, in the darkest kingdom.

it's all up to you

may your decision be true

[Weiry]

The stag shifted forward, daggers eagerly stepping towards the beautiful fae. His hide quivered and twitched as she leaned upon him, dock lifted as if to tease him.

A small nicker escaped his maw once again, feeling an extremely rare delight and excitiment flood thorugh him like a tidal wave. He knew her season had come, along with the long summer days and newly hatchings and births. Was this what the mare wanted? Had she been signaling the want to breed this whole time? Curious, the stag pounded forward, carrssing the fae's crest and withers with a slight pluck of velvet kissers. His muscle recoiled..had she known?

Of course, m'love.. but, would you be so kind, for I must get rid of these dirty thoughts and wants.. soon.

He finished, wanting ever so badly to breed with the gorgous femmora before his shaking bod. The need was so overwhelming, and his insides churned with exitment and nervousness. Would she handle his question? Had she bred before, or expirienced the thrill.. or perhaps agony..? Many questions reeled in his mind, but all theree was to do was plant the seed and be done with.. not to mention protect his femmora with the uttermost greed. For other stags would see his beaut, and want her as well as him. A nicker once again rumbled throughout him, eagerness welding inside his cage with every delaying second.

{sry its short, i g2g eat soon}

[f a d e]

my heart beats so true

but only for you

a squeel was brought from 'tween her velveteens. excitement causing her to feel a rush of adreneline shooting through her veins. the minx pressed her bodice to her lord's frame. urgently stepping as close as she could to him. mentally she rushed the brute. she was in season and wouldn't be for but a few days more. fade whispered quietly into his auds. words of lovers. fantasies of their near future.

Wake. keeper of the key to my charcoal heart. 'tis you who decides my fate. you who breathes the very breath into my lungs. dearest brute, you control my every motion.

she could feel the tension in his bronc muscles build. he too, was excited. fade could only wonder for what as she had never known the pleasures of joining...and the deeds that occured prior. ivories parted, mug tasting the breeze that spun around the couple. her ebonite tassles caressed her facade. orbs only focused on her one and only. her puppeteer. her creator. her god.

let me live again

give me the pain

ooc: sorry so short. must go!

[Weiry]

A rush swept throughout the stag's veins as well, the fae stepping closer to his bod, pressing her smooth hide into him. Lust. It had come over him like a bullet train. It rushed through him as well as excitement. Testosterone flooded into his veins, seeming that he could handle no more of the agonizing pain. Moving his bulk the stag lifted his brows her her words, they seemed..strange. Taking over Fade was not what he wanted to do, yet nonetheless, these were desperate times. Nickering lowly he lipped the tassles of her mane and spoke softly,

Let it be done then, let me get rid of one of many of my wicked seeds to be planted in your heavinly bodice.

He spoke, caressing her hide with his velvet mug. Looking into her orbs a dark reflection came back. It was time. Trotting gleefully away the stag awaitied his fae, for tonight they would make love in the sacred breeding grounds to produce their own spawn of hell.

{i shall post there, m'love! *scurries to breeding grounds*}