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Post by Fajera on Jan 28, 2006 23:54:24 GMT -4
Sometimes I wonder why Those petals are free Loose and airbourne Unlike me Sometimes I wonder why I go with the crowd When I should be speaking outloud And going against the grain
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Emerald was gently stroking the dark abyss in which it had lain beneath, for so many moons. The soft waves of foliage quickly swooping from left to right in off patterns, creating various tones over the vast scene. A scene to lull any into a deep slumber, though one such as she, the one with such vision to no longer impare natural beauty, was one left restless within the young night. It was all because of him. And the timings he brought. A very large percentage of the young belle did not want him to show up before her. No, she didn't at all. He would be wise, not to show himself before a femme during such times. Such times of... Natural trials, in a sense. Especially a vixen as she, noble and flighty. There was no way to detect her revenge upon another. No possible trace left. That was how a master got their job done, and she excelled over such a title. Once again, the familiar footfalls could be heard, the echo by none other than the young enchantress herself, in the flesh; Fajera. Dome was elegantly placed at a proud perch, tendrils rolling down the glossy steel boa with each stride to bounce the lengthy threads into the atmosphere. Her step grew buoyant, almost. As if there was an excitement just to be alone for once, or perhaps come in contact with something that was no over protective, or overly foolish for that matter. Harks slowly began to twitch over the matted poll of she, the femme remaining semi alert as her thoughts had not fully consumed all of her attention, though in her mind she could not help but feel quite idiotic. For following after Pierre, and giving him the chance to cover her. It was quite filthy in all it's ways. And next time, if there was one, she would surely be controlling him. He would be the one on a thread, not her. For a moment, the whiskey and coal hued gaze slowly rolled over the existing area before the young doe, a loud grunt to rumble past the flared hollows as she had slowly taken an on wards step into the darkness. An illusion which pleased her so. She. The glowing little demoness, just wallowing in the dark lighting, the pearly glossed figure so luminous with the moonlight to evenly cascade over the entire body. An image which was honestly one to look forward to, the cursed little princess within her prime of day.
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For a moment, just the tranquil scene before her own step seemed to please the femme. Nothing more was needed, she could just plop herself down into the cool mud and relish in the silence. The silence in which was putrid with other beings around you, yet perfect within the pitch of night time. Bodice rolled about for a moment, muscular build tumbling around the trunks in search for the muddiest area she could find within the dense forested area she had happened to stumble upon. Plumage was flagged in a mere warning, the wispy and almost ghost like locks flying freely within the brisk winds, those blusters the same which had carried her own thick scent for miles. An aroma which could lure easily, though she expected no company over such a matter. She would rest in peace tonight. Pieces, no. Just peace. Possible bliss, while none were taking a look to wards her. Soft grunts and nickers smoothly escaped from the nymph as she had slowly lowered the thick bulk to the muddy covered flooring beneath, one final and gruff tone to be sounded with her landing upon the moist topography. Apex shook lightly, bodice beginning to slide downhill somewhat as she had lost balance, the result being a bit of a rocking motion within the mushy substance beneath her. The cold essence gave a strange tingle to the spine, and Fajera had kindly enjoyed such a feeling, that enjoyment being split with a loud moan as she had guessed no other eques here for miles. Oh, how grand it had felt, to be on your own.
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Harks slowly began to twitch once again, crania swinging loosely before falling with a splay into the mud she had happened to land within, her moans and groans quickly fading as the darkness had settled in, and the belle left on her lonesome. Cord was held limp, that same aroma left to linger within the surrounding atmosphere for any who wished to relish in the fine scent, a part of the young doe just wishing for some attention by a stranger that was not as crazed as Pierre, though less mild than an average stud. For a moment she had felt grief. Would Pierre be upset with her for being so open with strangers? She cared not, for the most part. She knew what trouble could be, and how it would end up, therefore she would not get herself too far into these sorts of greetings. Just enough to have a little fun... Interest. Pierre would never know. He would be off trying to murder his own sire and half sister, correct? Indeed. Correct...
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For a moment of peace I'll share a piece Of my thoughts about you I think you're quite BLAND and TAME And I think I need a beast Someone like me One who goes against the grain
OOC: Erf, pretty bad. But oh well. Anyone may reply, except Pierre. I think Fajera needs a break from him.
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Post by Beltran on Jan 29, 2006 1:20:48 GMT -4
Vast spaces fill our souls Stories yet untold Fill the pages Share your journal For I am still alone Alone without a tale of my own
Steal away. Escape. The ones whom had once cared deeply were no more. Orbited thrice and still not alone? Sad indeed. Though social bondages were nonexistant to that of the stag. Lonely hours were spent in Velitan with only the bickerings of his lineage for company, not exactly a learning experience. Though throughout it all, Beltran had been taught a valuable lesson: time is precious, use what you have wisely. How ironic. And now here he was, hounding the trail of some foreign, exotic aroma. So inticing and irresitable it was. Muted footfalls exited the grimly silent meadow, finding their way atop the sticks and stones of the forest. Fallen leaves and limbs announced his presence to all who inhabited the area. Silent now! Creep cautiously... Wits needed to be on high alert. Through briar and brooke he braved, now deep into the heart of the Peaceable Plains. Honers were constantly patroling for unidentified sounds, nostrils flared in anticipation. What could be this strong scent that had lusted him all the way from his terrain of Velitan? Long had he craved the attention of a fem, one to equal himself in stature and poise. The view of the world somewhat similar perhaps? Curved boa was suddenly caressed by ebon tresses, slight zephyr stroking his length seductively. Stride increased, the slope becoming more evident in the earthen topography.
Brute dipped his crania low to the soil, advance cumbersome to sore limbs. Glance given to the encasing atmos, foliage green in all it's fall time delights, colours marvelous and diverse. The young were growing their first coats, winter was approaching, and infact, the temperature revealed how close it actually was. But two days away and the season would be flighted and gone, like the birds from the branches heading south. Snort was emitted as the he considered the odds of finding his little tease, somewhat calm though many a stag grew crazed, driven on by pure instinct and desire. Young he was though, missing his first real chance at the opposite sex would be...dissapointing. If infact, this maiden was as she seemed. Distressed almost, her scent carried, was it this? Ahead the loam steeped down once again, the moonlit night revealed before his very optics, so mysterious the night was. Enchanting and shadowy the realm was, a scene held before Beltran, wonderous expression delighting and drinking in it's existance. Once plastered banner now hung loose and free in the minute gale, brushing hocks almost encouragingly. Forward now, find your words. There she was. The one whom he had tracked like a rogue mutt for the past circuit, hopeless yet ravaging all the same. Forward thrusts of peds carried him ahead, puppeted on by the alluring aroma but aware at the same time of his actions. Chisled dome met foreshank, ghastly features appearing in front of the mudded minx. Curt nod was sent, smug grin attempted in her favor.
Momentarily forgetting the availability of his vocals, Beltran stood at attention, only the whisperings of the wind breaking the deadly silence. Moonshine hung over the two equus, casting lengthy silhoettes across the terra firma. A sudden urge filled the youth, in response he turned his crown away, embaressed. Mayhaps it was the smell that drove his frame to act the way it was doing now. Knowledge in that department was nonexistant, only the result from covering a fem was comprehended to Beltran. Harks twitched, suddenly nervous at their encountering, but realization dawned and he knew he had set the wrong first impression. Mascu stepped forward, circling her bod predatarily. Did she have a purpose, to be her alone? Dentals clacked in a tsking fashion, more for a show than anything. Sudden nudge was placed atop her rump, chills sent into his spine. Wild now he was, the touch driving his instincts over the edge. Her response would more than likely be that of a reprimand, but he cared not at this point. The minx's gorgeous Spanish build was so different than that of his own, arabic heritage. Surely she wouldn't mind a little fun would she? After all, that's what he had come for. Wasn't it?
Be that tale The one secretly kept Away from the clutches of reality This is but a meeting A congregation of sorts Fill my pages The empty, sacred heart
ooc: bad...just bad. sorry Tay
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Post by Fajera on Jan 30, 2006 18:27:03 GMT -4
Yes, yes I come for fun I come for enlightment I come for excitement I come for the thrill I come for a breath...
Dome was swtung low into the mud, the petite to continue her enticing roll until there had been an abrupt touch to the fore, so felt. As if almost meaningful. Whoever you are, it's obvious you have a purpose to arrive... The petite and ghost like femme ceased her agressive rolling, the roll in which was driven so madly by her rage of Pierre, and the past actions. The fact she desired something, though her own mate had not been ready for the factor of youth. That he drove her off, without a thought as to who he was pushing around. A light grunt slowly sifted into the cooling atmosphere, the muscular belle to slowly rise into a towering height to look against the young mahogany stud squarely. He was about her height, something which made her at ease somewhat, as if she did not need to talk to him in a belittling fashion. A nice thing to keep in mind. Teh whiskey threaded chasms slowly crept after his slinking movements, the young belle to take in each stride and shuffle he had permitted, a cold bellow cast in his own direction as she had shown much curiousity, in a more harsh and unruly fashion. She spoke nothing of, though. She need not words to explain anything. She was here on reason, of course. A reason to just get away from her own mate, and blow of some steam. A good flaunting game had never hurt anyone, now did it? Surely this little brujo could play along, even if this could have possibley been his first tease and run. It would be fun, enough, just to give him a good trick. Pull a rabbit from the hat, might you say. Though with the light bump to her own hind, a light shriek of excitement was roused from the pearl glossed nymph, stilts to fling in a mad sense, driving large globs of mud into the moonlit sky. Quickly she had risen, his masculine and driven touch adding a spark to the flanks, leading the femme into a light parade of swinging movements, the hips to roll with a few spins to drive her forth and back into his presence, after her sprawling rise.
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For moments, she had begun to eye the young mahogany intently, dome swinging to and fro every now and then just to keep the mind functioning. He was handsome, in his own fashion, though the arabic blood surging through the young one had only reminded her of her own mate; Pierre. Though youth filled obsidian one. A light sigh seemed to heave with the thought of her own handsome love, tendrils rolling away from the vision as she had been tilted to the side with a rocking step to propel the femme forth. "Fajera." She stated in a harsh yet cool manner, the chest to slowly collide with his heavy barrel with a few rough and agressive plucks offered, as if to give him fair warning. Allow him the chance to run now, before things either got violent or close. Either one seemed to make her toss sickly. Though was it not obvious? The young stud seemed to have his mind made up; since the moment he had arrived. He was here for a meeting, and possibley more. Though Fajera had her reasons as well. This little mutt would gain nothing off of her, nothing. Maybe a few hours of play, though nothing more. You can't beat me at my own infectious games... For a moment, another sigh had been released, plumage flickering from side to side in a light sort of tick tock manner before rising fully, forming into a light swoop like figure upon her sweet silhouette. She was open, yes, though that was her way of luring him further into her games, ones which would last a while... Before the night was through, of course. For what was the point of trickery if it was only a few moments or so? It was obvious the aged colt would gain nothing but a few sweet breaths of heat, and nothing more. Fajera wouldn't allow him a good covering; the situation to tense. Or was it? Ah, give him a good chance, lady. He could just win... No, no. There was no way. How could she go home and tell this to her fellow leader of Dyani? It would be shameful. There would be no good hands to fall unto if things here did go to her fault. Stop it. Stop your fret. He only wants to play.
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Cord remained strung highly, now fully flipped to release the pumping aromas which could tag and win over anyone in her own range. The season was drawing to an end, and Fajera being quite needy in her own natural sense. Though she could never. No. Too early, that she knew... Or was it? I said stop this... Yes, she really was in an arguement with herself. Something she could not help; though had to. She had to make a decision, and quickly. Suddenly, the petite ghostly one had swung to the side, flanks rubbing over the cage of the young bay in an almost flirtacious manner, spreading the strong aromas across his own flesh... As if leaving it all to seer through the flesh. Though with that, she had quickly fled from him, the ghastly expression upon her own features quite apparent as she had done so, limbs sweeping quietly over the thick and lush foliage, just roaming a few meters from the czar before ceasing such flighty pace. She would remain in his range, if he had wished to play along. Though who knew if he would be driven too far? Ah, if so, it would all be fine, no? She was so carefree. Maybe a little too carefree, though nothing incredibley horrible could occur here, this lame little beast was harmless, correct? Plume dipped to the side before being retired to the hefty perching once again, the heavy and desired aromas creating the young belle to reek of the scents. She knew, a few gusts in the stud's direction and he would have no other thought on his mind than a good covering, though it was the game. And his way of winning, was surely a loss. Can you keep up, with the confusion?
OOC: Ugh, make any sense? xD
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Post by Beltran on Feb 1, 2006 17:29:11 GMT -4
Silent night
Abrubt nudge brought senses reeling to the surface, their yearning almost too much for any mortal to bare. Scents filled gaping nostrils, the perfect love potion. Sculpted apex given fair try at the heavens above, shriek of pleasure emitted with just hidden ferocity. Couldn't we forget for this one night, the simple facts of life. Let me be me. Yet who that being was, was yet to appear in the hearts and minds of those equus surrounding his small world. Shaped and made as every other beast, their minds ignorant with the truth. How can I be someone I'm not? How can one's spirit be held imprisoned within? Whipcord once at ease, now pelted the hocks, then gracing them further as dog-like wag was accompanied. Velveteens found their way across the length of the ashen minx, to trail the spine in each light peck placed. Her aroma drove his mind away, to be replaced at once by the rabid effects of her drug. Mischevious glance was implanted as she had flighted from his side, plans of the night's future lost upon her departure. For now. Just for now. Quick release of planted peds brought the stag to her rear, sniffing intently in it's general direction. So enticing. But wait. For the timing to be right, her bond to be tight. With one and only, I to be said, plant false images in her head. Or not. Did he actually appreciate her inner beauty, or was it just a guise? Surely, a fellow dark like herself wouldn't dislike a scandal? Though her rung on the social ladder was unknown...did it matter? Mayhaps it was only his mind, aye, his subconcious reminding him of some past lesson. The lesson in chastity? Nay, Fade would be the only one to practice that speech. Mind returned to the presence, slits narrowing at her short escape. Don't try it again my precious. If it's a game you seek, learn to play with the pros. Sour gaze swept througout her fem curves, trailing each and every hairline, every bulky muscle 'neath her hyde. Silken tendrils breezed their way across the surface of the mascu's shadowed facade, gust to be brought to the attention of the minute grasses reaching skyward nearby. Sigh emitted as the potion wrapped itself around his body and mind, but no. Not tonight. Beltran lipped her own tresses, dentals grinding into the fine hairs with an almost delicate air about them. Tred moved the bronc to her withers, continuing the lulling motion of his body against her's, thoughts brought back to what couldn't and shouldn't have been.
Say it now Say it softly I know it can't be But will you never see? How some will bring you to flee And there standing will be me
And now pretty lady, I leave. For I see what a mistake I would make if we so courted this night. You have your life, and I mine. Streamer pulsed lightly, his mind made up long time ago, her agonizing scent the only reason for his held position. Farewell, goodbye. Others I now realize will captivate me ten times over what you hath done tonight. Optics seared into her own, wild burning within. Nay, you shan't ever forget our meeting I should think, though I now leave you without a name to remember. One more peck to the ashen cheek, and he was but a whisper in the night. Quads carried him quickly and lightly over the loam, kicking up broken foliage as he moved. Tempest he was! Arabic heritage speed, natural instinct as it were. Across the Peaceful Plains, or rather to another part of them were his due course. A second minx had been scented, investigations were neccesary... Heart beat contently with the memories held within, right had been achieved. But if she were ever alone again...who's to say what the future can hold. So many variables can change things in the blink of an eye, just like that! Love, and lust, both can occur unseen, the victim of a turned eye. Short bellow resounded as he pounded out of her vicinity, farewell. Farewell.
Never forget Nor forgive The heat of love one night Between you and me
All is right ooc: gak! I can't do entrances or goodbyes..lol
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Post by Fajera on Feb 2, 2006 19:14:37 GMT -4
Eh, may reply... Though let's make this simple. -gone- Heh.
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Post by Beltran on Feb 2, 2006 19:16:26 GMT -4
you don' have to...
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Post by Fajera on Feb 2, 2006 19:24:42 GMT -4
Well I had a good one in mind. Fajera sort of laughing in Bell's face for being so... Full of himself. Heh. And then just move on and forget it all. She didn't even know his name, therefore there wasn't a care in the world. Probably find a new stud... Or go home to Pierre. Hehee.
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