the newborn arrives

[pierre]

have it your way then.

gentle tones soon mumbled, musing from the tipped curls of furred scuppers. a fore raised from the stance of laying, only to fumble aimlessly back to the floor of springy bedding. a gaze shot about the lands, eyeing the surroundings for a source of threat. any. would be massacred on the spot. no questions asked. the large bronc soon stumbled upward, fores placed at the first as skele rose. russet hues shone brilliantly against the shining sun, his seekers to gleam with an urge..it was play time. he hadn't actually had the chance to meet nor get to know the fine babe that had become of his seedling. he wheeled slowly, watching the laying figures below. class and..what was to be the babe's calling..hmm. a smooth vocal was sent out, walking round class to near the small babe. a tiny thing she was, beautiful as the dam. perfect. one day she should be the most wanted young femme in the high lands of the blessed. wouldn't that be a trip? his mug dipped leeward, nuzzling the babe gently as a sweep of the kissers was shown atop the very poll of the youth, a kiss-like manner to plot. how wonderful everything was, peaceful. a gentle nip found its way over the hyde of the flicka, soon to bounce away in hopes to arouse the babe in a bit of play. rough-housing one might say. whatever she should call it, he hoped to frolic about with the wonderous youngling. to get to know her. to gain her trust. a soft wimper approached agape kissers, once more returning to the siding of the babe to plant another kiss across the hipe bone. come now, let us play. there wasn't much else to do, for nothing called. it was free time. let them roam freely. let them run wild. now that, oh that would be great. wonderful, to escape the duties of the throne, to be with peace with his miniscule harem. the thought lingered heavily, as though an unforgettable memory. he back-pedalled slowly to get a better gaze at his beloved pair. what a sight for sore eyes they were, so innocently hovering over the contoured topo as they lay. quick bucks were to be seen from the russet as he began to bound about around the pair, his chasms gleaming a brilliant azure with the misschief. would they come to play? would they join him for a moment of freedom..of frolic? of joy? sure, the flicka would be strong enough, for a few more moons had passed, surely she would be eager to venture somewhat with her profound curiousity..surely.



s.u.c.k.y

[Classic Touch]

and if that baby girl hurts her leg....


young flicka squeeked at the large masculi, flopping over into the feathered chest of her dam. Youth bolted to a upright stance, dam lamingly rising enough to peek at the ballet the stud had preformed. Braces locked from benieth the shrew, easing up petie chassis. Young nymph huddled benieth the femme, eyeing the he through straddling braces. Frail curvature inched from benieth the dams canopy just as the femmes plushen mold prodded at the youth. Young jazabella took carfully planned steps, apandages aquardly sprawled apart, taking somewhat leaping steps. Her run was full of mistakes and tripping. Youngin stumbled as she mimmiked the large broncs movements, almost tumbling to the ashen turf. Long strides where taken, tackled to the ground with each loss of balence.


.....Mammas gunna buy you a leg brace


Dam eased her way forth, striding abreast toward the patron. Strides where spread in long gracefull movements compared to the youth. Shrew kept watch of the small flicka as she darted benieth the pair every-so often. Low rhaspy croons escaped to the gladiator, luring forth into a easy lope. The pain from birthing had dissipeared, only little tints of abrum stinging her cloak. With her freedom, the chains unlinked from her upset cranky moods she too trailed along beside the he. Apature tossed feverishly, retnias tracing the twos outline. Perfection.



The poem is so flipping gay

[Moyen]

<sub>petie ragdoll paced around the heffar, harli twittered in glee, slim pinons easily swooping the youth around. She found it simple, after she had gotten the hang of it, each move was performed perfectly. Sqeeks escaped from the petie, jazabella encircling the herbage, pedates shovling trails within the evergreen. porclaine figureen paraded beside the minx, apature swinging proudly. Dentals plucked at the dams cord, lounging forth before halting abruptly by her massive dome. Flaxen mug scurried down the dolls velveteen, enamels clutching onto her locks. She remained in the postion for some time, throughts streeming through her dream captivity of the storys classic had told her long ago. She vaugly remembered them, but there was one she vaued herself to inspect when she grew old enough to flee danger. Her half brothers case. plushen mold lapped at her dams, glances shot to the other stud as she lured several feet off.

time has gone so fast
and the sands run from the hour glass.
curiosity over-rides me
enough to disobey my family.

Boa arched in a pridefull manner, muscular haunches coiling benieth the peties curvature. Pedates shuffled benieth featured canopy. She was going to run for it. Both pride and curiosity had taken the better of her, and she had wanted to investigate. smirk curled over her facade, her goodbye was said to classic. Kye was still unknown, he had still scared her, though not as much as her trip. She was going to see pierre. going to visit the darks. No one would stop her, oh no, she hadnt wanted to be caught. She had a right to meet pierre no? With that she brushed her thoughts away, pinons lurtching the charger forth deep within the evergreen, irons clipping the ashen turf in rythmic patterns. apature strained forth, her pace quick, braces straining to race with her heart. Her destination would soon be found. Soon she would meet her nightmare. Her brother.

dont chase me
you'll just loose me.
i need to be on my own
for the very first time.

She had wanted to be on her own. For, if they had chased her they would loose her trust. She wanted them to belive she could take care of herself. With her leave everything would be pushed to the test. And if they had followed her she would only dis-obey them more. Go off and do something she knew they would hate. Something they would kill for. She would soon mold into the ways of pierre. Not nearly that bad, no, she had already been raised kind. A hudge change that would be, something the mere flicka couldnt handle. But her revenge was planted within dreamcaptivity if they chased her down and sheltered her like some dog.

Everything will be alright.</sub>

[Kye]

<sup>simple hymns set out as the petite one of he began to shuffle. moyen would leave. so it would be. she wouldn't last long on her own, for only one term had past. and he had been absent. so sad, yet so pleasing. she wanted pierre..but that couldn't be. deux..oh deux. he would have his way with moyen. he would slaughter her..unless moyen planned a secret meeting with pierre..perhaps in the peaceful plains? what a terror she had come up to be. it wasn't his moyen..it couldn't be. no way..any daughter of his would be faithful. faithful to him. faithful to the blesseds..the lines. faithful to timeless. why couldn't she understand? she was trapped..that's why. of course..why hadn't he noticed? every youth needed romping..to play. though she had none to play with. ah, perhaps he should court his young offspring to the herding lands, where the petite nymph could frolic about to her heart's content. but no. that wouldn't suit her. it wouldn't fulfill her undying need..the need for adventure. to be independent. wasn't that something, and it was all happening right before his eyes. everything was slipping..right from his very grasp. how did this happen?? of course. his absence. his pondering about, chasing away suitors, caring for business of his rank. it had drove his babe mad. no...he wouldn't let himself put such pressures over the youth.

so take these words,
and sing them loud.
let yourself be heard,
but make daddy proud.

gentle strokes were taken fondly across the pelvis of moyen, nudging her silently afterwards. her mind was made. she would find pierre, begin her new search. discover herself, discover others. harli swung to and fro atop the masculine dome, soon to nod quietly. he would allow moyen to stray, but not far..and certainly not for long. she wouldn't follow the wretched path of pierre, not that she must be prim and proper. she would just simply come up to be the heiress to the throne. was that too much to ask? no. why on earth had his dear young wanted to banish herself to the darks? was it him, or was it simply driving her mad not to know the sibling that carried the same blood? hmm. pierre pierre. what have you done? of course. he carried the desire, the charm..the sense of being irresistable. but for heaven's sake, would he take to his own blood!? would he massacre moyen? nope. of course not, for kye, secretly, would be only some feet behind her. and she would never know. wasn't that something. he wouldn't allow the heiress to be lost as the young hessian was. no, nothing could steal her away. nothing. was the home the pair offered moyen not satisfying? why..why would she leave Timeless and he? what had they done to deserve such rebellion? quiet moans fled the cerebrum of the large stud, a low grunt to prowl in the echo of the call. he knew he couldn't change her mind, but how dearly he wished for her quick..safe..return. oh moyen, what are you doing? tell me you will return quickly, safely. do not test my patience. do not stray from me, for if you disappear from us, all is lost. a father's plea. rare, but so pure. he wouldn't bare life as it was if moyen was to fall into the death trap of deux..or pierre. oh no. that would result in kye himself battling pierre. deux..deux. what of that crazed bronc? what if deux was to...court moyen once she was of age? that would not be tolerated.

so you choose to run,
to flee from what has been done,
must you race against nothing,
or continue to search for something?
oh please tell me fast,
for without you,
a short time my heart would last.

a hasty stride shot the large steed in front of the petite mahogany, blocking her from her escape. not yet. words were needed. an explanation. she would tell him why. or she wouldn't leave at all. he loved her, and he hadn't shown it. not yet anyways, but soon enough she would know. it was all in time, that wretched clock. and it just kept ticking. oh my dear, give me just one more chance. and for that miniscule moment, Kye forgot about Timeless..how could he? well, something more important called to him at the moment. his precious, his only heiress was about to meet her doom. he couldn't let her. tell me why. why must you bring such despair to us? words were nearly spat with no mean, trailing off into the silent as he grew quiet, still sheilding moyen from the unknown. the wild called to her, he knew, but she was much too young. and..sadly..it was still breeding season, for those who were late bloomers. any brute would surely want to cover any mare, and that left him with yet another reason not to allow her to flee. it wasn't on the menu. not yet. he would have to watch his dear daughter suffer, suffer from not seeking what she wished. at least until he and Timeless thought she was mature enough. as for now, she wasn't even large enough to defend herself, let alone fend off some hungry beast. just a while longer.. he cooed at last, finding no other string of words suitable. hmm.

sing me a lullaby,
give me a star from the night's sky,
keep me sane,
and i'll let you suffer no pain.

such eagerness that seemed to radiate from the now restrained babe nearly drove the elder stud insane, how could she be so ready to leave? quiet murmers filled the crisp lithe, meaningless tunes to follow in hushed whispers. coarse his voice was, cracking a bit from the nibbling anxiety. hmm...he would need to talk to pierre before he let Moyen go. He must assure pierre that no harm was to be done to the young mare, but then who would hold Moyen back whilst he was away? Timeless! of course. There he went, letting his mate slip from thought once more. She would understand, for Moyen was his pride. his joy. his love. his daughter. his seed. his. fleshy plush pressed gruffly to the mug of Moyen, a grave expression to capture the facade. a vibrant hint of strength, of authority, hid the features of Kye. She would listen to him. For now. At least until he spoke with Pierre. Perhaps..maybe..just maybe..Pierre would agree to meet Moyen in the peaceful plains, to meet his sibling at last, just as Moyen wanted. Then, Kye would bring her back home. And the two would have the time to make up for what was lost, or did she wish to? surely..just one chance..he wanted to try to show her. he loved both. the dear pair he had grown to adore so much, and such little attention was paid to the changes that now took place so often. quiet groans sent off, he would meet pierre. tonight. at dusk. moyen..oh moyen..she would stay here. once the meeting was arranged, he would...wait. would he escort moyen to the peaceful plains..or would pierre? or perhaps Timeless? hmm..whoever moyen wished,but he wouldn't allow her to wonder off on her own. that wouldn't be tolerated, for even the darkness of the wilderness offered no true protection to her, no matter how well she blended.</sup>

[Moyen]

^Sometimes _you ^have _to ^let _go


<sup>squeeks excited the youths mold. stubberly prodding at the patrons limb unhappily before dentals kissed the gladiator in annoyence, his calm notions only to irrate her more. Theres nothing you can do to protect me kye. You've had your chances, ive been just waiting here. But work seems to overtake your life. Oblivous that almost a year and a half has already gone by. But now its my turn. My turn to venture out on my own and find myself. But you just wont budge will you? And this kind manner wont keep up. Im not stupid, nono. Your much larger then i, but dont forget class now. Pendulum stumbled into his lone fore at her abrupt halt. Pedates quick to shuffle benieth the petie. Apature swung around irragently, haunches coiling benieth muscular hide. Heels kicked up to the hes complexion with his touch, squeels escaping as she had faught to get around him.


kye kye kye.....
everything isnt going to go your way.
as a pair you know its true
that you set loose what must fly.

Im not doing this to you, but for me


nymph had uttered, harli twittering various circles atop her crani as mesh hide shoved into the corpse of the he. She wasnt nesisarily afraid of him, her being the outcome of his seed. But he had never taken time for her, always out somewhere else. And now he thought he could just escort her to where needed. But thats just the thing kye, Im going by myself. Ill travel on my own. Im going to see pierre alone. Without you trailing behind me like a little puppy. And if i happen to catch you? Well we dont want that....Lets just say if i catch you ill be dissipearing from your grip. Get myself locked within the grasp of a dark. Find love at a young age and come back just to taunt you. Im a mere heffar, a peite young femme with large ideas.


You wasted your chances
and your broken down on the street
begging for mercy for someone to pick you up.
But im just driving by


I wont wait. Im going now. Let me go. Let me go alone. Dont follow me kye. And dont bother informing anyone.


horse vocals ended her part in the rhaspy meland, harli twittering back to caress her poll, invisible brow arising and sewing together above her retnias. Cord slapped at her hocks in bulegerence, boa arched as the heffar attempeted to streach bigger. Canopy shifting uselessly benieth the chest of evergreen. If kye had said no there was nothing she could do. He was larger, stronger. But that hadnt ment she couldnt break his heart. She had been raised gentle, never letting out each painfull idea that had burrowed within her dreamcaptivity. Was it such a sin to see her brother alone? She hadnt wanted company of her own age, nor wanted eather class or kye following her, waiting just behind her for each movement.</sup>

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[Kye]

<sup>harsh tones fled the openly held kissers, fleeing before the youth once more, a gruff nudge to press at the blade. where did she think she was off to? doing this for her?! she was practically arranging her death. how dare she. no no, she would surely meet her doom at the wrath of pierre..or would pierre decide to slaughter his sibling? putrid..putrid souls they were..all of them. he had been watching pierre..closely. he had upset his newly found mate, in a way he thought pierre would never do. perhaps if kye let moyen wonder away, he would meet pierre's new mate. cold clasps centered a small twist of moyen's rougen hide, a warning. clean and clear. you are to return, do i make myself understood? my patience wears already with you. you shant rebel like that hideous dark of mine. return soon, i don't think you want me to come after you. words were muttered a bit harsher than intended, though he was sure he got his point across. now, what of his Class? where had that little doll wondered off to? a slow back pedal brought the lord out of moyen's path, a nip to be planted about the rump of the young fem to see her off. her own adventure. and if that adventure failed her, kye would know. his gaze would never end. ever. slow tempo was throttled as kye withdrew from Moyen, nearing Class with an eager nibble. cold times were arriving now with the ending of fall. season was over, giving moyen more freedom from Kye's watch. No more would brute's want her so dearly, but they would still want her no? indeed all would want her, but her fumes had faded, lessening the temptation or chance of her being noticed. run along.

low grunts were offered nonchalantly, nudging over Class in an apologetic fashion, sorry for his attention being drawn away from her so easily. distracted he was for quite some time, though all was better now..all was well in the world. for now. Moyen would most likely go to Dyani, the current abode of Pierre. There or peaceful plains. venturing off. no. he would pay attention to Class, she needed him did she not? he needed her, all the same. had birthing taken a harsh toll on the ess? he prayed it hadn't, for it would be hard enough to get through the winter times without the cursing burden of another illness from the birth of Moyen. Kye began to circle the cherished femme slowly, courting her all over again as if the two had never met. let us refresh the memory. flirteceous squeals fled the probiscus as he continued to flaunt uselessly, nipping this way and that with a gentle clasp to her hyde.</sup>

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[Classic Touch]

the petie shuffled from the afar brush, oblivous to what had been happening with the two. lithe chassis shifted, harli twittering lightly atop her poll as dyed complexion swayed. Apatrure shook vigerously, evergreen stalks matted to her mug as meshen hide coiled to pivote to heffars curves toward kye. Through instrict renias trimmed the outskirts for her youth, panick to kick in as her search had failed. Moyen! Moyen! where the hell are you? Get back here! sharp squeels excited the porcilines kissers, cord to slap about her hide as pedates shuffled benieth her, pepper hue to spur forth. schizms lured to kye, pendulum tossing in trillofy as braces lured curvature from him. Shoulder blade had nudged the patron, wipcord flagged as boa strained to catch each of her tossed. Muffled crys had continously escaped, wimpers only to follow as the silence stained her, the wee not to re-enter toward her.


wheres my little baby?
all tucked away
below a mothers wing she has flown
far far away


Moyen! Moyen! Get over here now!


her shrieks had only turned to wimpers, only now to understand she had left. b-but why? why had she left her, them. her crooning ceaced, only her crys to exist, pulling away from the small circles kye had encircled her in. her vigerous fighting hand't to previl long, dihram quivering in its abrupt halt as apature bobbed continuously as though taking it all in. It was too late, she couldnt chase after her to bring her back. Kye trusted her enough to let her go see her brother. But why!? She was so young.....frail. berly audable wimpers escaped, feathured canopy to pull closer toward the patron, cage still rapidly inhailing and exhailing.


k-k-kye....


was all that managed to slip from trembling jails, dome burying within his locks as she had trailed after his circles, her wimpers to grow silent as she managed several plucks down his plushen mold. Just keep her safe. dont let her go. I wont let one scratch on her.....

OOC: told you it was crap.

[pierre]

<sup>posting from this account. so lazy.

light squeals scurried from the prbiscus, watching the fading mirrage of his beloved moyen melt off into the horizon. off to meet pierre. off to...something. perhaps something great. something wonderful. dome swayed gently as the mate had began to scramble, her wimpering to distract him from thought. calm my dear, all shall be well.. he cooed quietly, dome to fold over hers, trapping the slim aperature of the femora within the cavity in a hug-like position. he wouldn't let moyen go as far as death nor her doom. her death would not be grovelled over by pierre or deux, or any at that. continuous tunes flowed freely, murmering in a hushed tone as he lulled class against his own bodice, cradling her gently. chestnut hues shown in a flashy manner as the wintry sun bore over the lands. his watch would always follow moyen, class must understand this. the flame licked chord dipped over the haunches, twisting between the hocks as the wind bitterly nipped at the heels of the pair. times were changing. winter was nearly upon them once more.

gaze turned to coal as the icey feeling bit at the very being, every inch seemed to tingle with the oncoming rage of cold. passages flamed upward, banner to flick only once as kye began to huddle about Class, insuring maximum warmth for the fem. class...my class. how i love you so. we must watch for moyen..but please, do not venture off to her on your own. a warning. a plea. call it what you wish, it's meant the same way. curious glances were tossed about the terrain, seeing no particular things. nothing unusual. just things that were seen everyday. things you never notice. then..one day. there they are. and you know they're there. a few flurries danced through the winds, clinging needily to the ruffled tendrils of the large mahogany stud, shanks to quiver a bit before rubbing bodice lightly as Class's, exchanging body heat a time or two before mug was thrust into the damp tufts of the fem, a deep whuft taken before dome retracted, prancing about mindlessly in his profound state of boredom. muffled tones slipped freely, though none were surely in the hearing distance of any. winds howled. other than the raging winds, nothing seemed to strike a note. what shall we do now? mischief brews, I am sure of it. what with moyen's departure and whatnot. words were mused quietly as the bronc neared class once more, waiting for her to reply patiently. nothing seemed to take interest, nor could he think of much that would.</sup>

c-r-a-p..crap/

[Classic Touch]

kissers rolled over the patrons boa, wimpers to urge through muffled crys as she had paced in place, pedates to shuffle unrestingly benieth petie chassis. Why was she taking so long? Where was her baby? What was happining! So many questions had shoved within dreamcaptivity, now aching to find out, cage to heave quickly as she had gazed toward the exit of which her filla had chosen. Skeletel sinew shoved agenst the curves of kye, harli to flutter about restlessly with his words, only to worry her more. Mischift!? w-what? Climax had buried within the masculis tendrils, cut crown drizzled within russet locks. Doe had leaned into the patron, nasel passages to flare at a extent, tensed mustles to release somewhat with his touch.


Why are the innocnet
always the targets.
What happened with those people
At 911.
Just like us they where innocnet.
Just hoping to go back home.


I-I wont leave you....

she seemed to studder, trying to find the words at first before blurting the rest. Kye. How i adore you. Love you with every emotion within me. Youth seemingly suckled at matted cloak, needy wimpers to esape as she had pivoted, climax snug over his withers, melded within its postion there. Fulcrums lapped at the ends of his stray locks, muffled wimpers to escape between each breath.


they didnt do anything
but instead they all died.
Payed with there blood
with there lives.


Kye. You cant go after her. Use the facts. Its four agenst you. Agenst me. Agenst us. And-and- if you leave me here, its just me. A-and if i go with you, the blessed lands and all the followers are left confused. Lost. Oh kye!


she he crooned, her murrmers only to transfer to more moans, wimpers. Pleeding just as he had. Though she had been pleeding agenst what she had thought wrong. It was her filla out there! Alone! But if they left, all could be lost. Drowned within there own blood and shrieking for mercy. It was something she herself hadnt come to understand. But as ruler she had to weigh things. Wipe out the lights, or leave it for one. Not even. Moyen was smart, clever. She knew her boundrys. She could come back. She would. she had too.

[Kye]

grounded

will return soon.
♥ kye

[Classic Touch]

awwww I'll post as moyen while your gone -licks-

[Moyen]

<sub>Petie frame had ambled through the brush, wee curves to tumble through shrubbery, only for the herbage to engulf her frame. Burnt sienna bulk remained hidden within the unruly leave. Harli to batter atop her poll as cochlea liddids fluttered before her retinas. Ooids caressed the frame of both sire and dam, somewhat pullen back in returning. What would kye say? And class when she saw what happened? She had returned a Failure. Only with abrum and several brutal words in mind. She had remained covered there benieth the canopy, though something had pulled her out. Slowly and aquardly to amble forth. Hide was hidden within the herbs, for the first time to apper. Claret droplets matted atop tattered flesh, abrum trailing down hind lones. Plushen shanks remained covered within there casing of drops, flesh ripped and dangling off haunches.


its amazing how
someone you thought
could help you
can decive you
without a second thought.


retnias traced the pair, together with warmph and happyness. Regretting she would break the peace. Crown was drizzled with golden hue agenst the citrus rays, blanketed abrum half dry with the suns light. Taut mustles tensed, unsurly to ceace with her entrence before inching forth once more. Nasel passages flared salmon, agsenst the ashen gashes cord had flagged up before the doll continued her journy toward the pair. meshen hydrey curled benieth slim pedates, wincing a bit before she hid each movement benieth masked features. Never would they know. He wouldnt find out she had been a failure. No one would. It would be her secret, she would pretend she got what she wanted. Yeah, thats it. Pretend. They would never know.


someone you thought
you could agree with
be with
To understand.


hide tensed, hauting abruptly several feet from the pair. She was almost three, almost old enough to be on her own. And how she was teased by it. Lured by the arama of freedom. To have someone of her own....In a way thats why she left. For new faces, new scenery. Not just for pierre, infact now that she thought about it she had saw him. Gotten what she had wanted. Saw the dark side, the light, the good and the bad. She would know what she wanted to choose when time came she could fly from under kyes wing. Kyes protective wing.</sub>

[pierre]

<sub>a ginger nibble was placed at the blade of Class, nudging her ever so lightly as she spoke. he hadn't wanted to follow after moyen, for he knew what she would be doing. being pushed around by the ruthless demons. putrid beasts. once all had quieted, a brief wind had picked up, sending bits of soil swirling around. then, with one chilling flare of the generators, the stud knew she had returned. moyen had come home once more. suspicious of her hesitance, a quick gaze swept the area, returning to an idle at the site of Class. He would follow Class anywhere, though in such times, he had to take charge. He had to rule over his own home. Any other time he would let Class join in leadership, but for now, what with the commotion with pierre and moyen, things were better left in his hands. glance was hurtled in the direction of a broken twig, knowing it was moyen. noting that the youthly fem had halted just some feet from the couple, a gentle note was tossed to her, a prance to set him at her side. before he knew what had happened, he had began lipping gently at the open wounds that had been spread out over the flawless rouge of the young mare. blood had crusted each marred hair, and he did his best to remove such hideous coloring.

"I warned you.."

he spoke quietly, though he had never stopped trying to rid the beauty of a daughter from the dry blood that caked seemingly every inch. it was pierre, he was almost sure. it was possible the young temptress of pierre, fajera, had treated moyen this way, and this brought great distress to kye. but what others didn't see nor know didn't hurt them any, did it? no. and that would be left unseen, for leaders didn't show weakness. locks had been tussled as the dial was thrust upward, only to lap more at the endless scrapes and scratches of moyen. the taste of blood had become fresh within the taste buds, but with such sympathy it wasn't noticed at the least. grooming continued along with a worried glance to class. revenge would be taken, but first moyen was to be tended to. poor little doll had been plaited everywhere with more gashes than she would've in battle. hush now young thing.. was all the bronc spoke.</sub>

done..sadly. seems i have no light muse anymore. i'm working on getting some of it back.

[Classic Touch]

Classic:

The doe had sqauked, first in excitment for her youth to return, only to notice the deep gashes that had been chistled from her hide. Flesh had lain torn over her haunches, and for moments the heffar remained silenced, just gwaking in place. Dihram nearly toppled over kyes, lounging through the mess the pair had made. Rhaspy croons had finally worked there way out from her mug, slowly to lull to the babe. Petie curves wrapped there way around the wee, gazing blankly toward kye as though hypnotized with shock. Cognative to shake vigerously, somewhat with several hints of agression. ambrum droplets had melded atop her grubbers, kissers only to continue gingerly rolling down her spinal barrier. She had left kye to the large gashes about the wees hind, cage to engulf the petie within her warmpth. Class had paid no heed to his warnings, not even to notice how he had rushed forth while she lagged behind. Instead to gaze up toward him. Haunches coiled to pivote the heffar besides kye, meshen hydry to mold with his own, cage nudging his as kissers swayed over the youths hide like some pendulum, the droplets to cling onto furred labrums like a magnint.


Moyen:

swiflty she had tottered forth, allowing the pair to hurridly pay heed to her wounds. The scars would no-doubtidly remain there, tatooed as a reminder atop her shanks. Harli batted atop her poll, flickering back with kyes words, she had pulled away some. He had reminded her enough, and goodness gracias she didnt need another reminder. The cuts where enough to remind her, to keep the memory branded with her forever. Slowly she had inched back though, moans and squeeks to exit her mug every-so-often with there touch. Somtimes it was rough, other gentle and carefull. The textures changed rapidly, sometimes to knock into the cuts on accident. Dihram quivered, instead to hold herself together, leaning into kye as though it would stop the pains. Squeel lept her mug just as he had warned her of keeping quiet, nasel passages flaring as she had tugged away, a stinging sensation to nip at her over and over. Quickly she had re-couperated, hide to bump back toward the pair. Cage heaved in exhail, rapidly swaying with each breath taken, zeiths flickering some with the two's touch.


Yours looks good compared to mine 0.o