Magick
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Post by Magick on Dec 7, 2005 20:41:02 GMT -4
on and on beats the azure waves crashing again and again on my memory as I sit crying here, almost in a daze there plays again and again, your sweet melody
imprints flashed across the ebonite earth, creating a hansel and gretal type path for his new ess to follow. sweet chorus wove it's way back into his mind, their melodic lyrics controlling his bod for a moment in time. his foal. his child. first born was never again seen, shame. brozos, was that her name? time made the word seem, so distant, so forgotten. but now his reign would become again. the journey would start anew. but pity. pity to those who dare stand in his way. those who, would think to foolishly cross his path. nay, he hadn't wanted the position at first, but now? who knew. ravanged as his devilish brain had become. and it had all started with a pitiful maiden, lifting her tail.
why must these songs keep playin'? playin' into my memory forever stayin' my heart swayin' to the beat of the indian drums
strong footfalls left as memories on the dank and dirty ground. silenced words never spoken but in his mind, resurfaced once more. they are coming, coming to find you... muscle contracted and expanded inside his deepened chest cavity. barrel gleamed with summer health, a good sign. however, one thing deeply disturbed his instincts. where little ones were supposed to be running around Maleck and learning to grow as mature darks, there weren't any. not a trace. nada. just you wait. it will happen quicker than you realize. autumn and winter would approach, and with it, the time to fertilize his new minx's. that is, whether they let him, or he took both by force.
now isn't the time to sit around and ryme nay, 'tis the right moment to change your outlook where went the old days to make anew? when at last I've found you
finally. the first ess found her way into his domain. moon-washed hue clearly visible even from a far distance, appendeges driving her further and further on...closer. speedily, a hard-drivven canter took the bronc to her side, almost instantaneously did he appear. steely orbs gave her the once over, pausing here and there to take in her qualities, good and bad. approving of his choice, a smirk was graced pon his mug. unforgiving gaze bored into the mare's, unsettling. lyrics came to pass 'tween his bloodstained dentals, bracing for a leaping defense.
so...you've journeyed from afar to find yourself here. that is of course, assuming you know where here is? pedestal brought itself down harshly, weighting into the terra firma below his heavy frame. impatient as he awaited his fortunate one. bay beauty. he suddenly, regrettfully realized he hadn't known her name. but what name can you give a demoness? one of pure spite, a true dark. tendrils wove their way around his boa, caressing his features softly. once again he turned to address his new prize, words icy as the cold december wind.
well seeing as you're the first, which suprises me greatly, I must say...you'd like to know that we await another.
and fell silent once more.
[karma you may reply here as well!!!]
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Post by Karma. on Dec 8, 2005 23:37:58 GMT -4
Karma had finally made it to the land she was supposed to reside in, still a bit angered at the way the brute just left, leaving her alone to attempt to follow him if she wished. Not a good first impression, and it also did not show respect or caring for her. Tossing her crown, she sent her tassles flying over her head like waves crashing onto a rock and into the air, the sun shimmering a chestnut hue on it. As she approached the two standing, she squinted, confusion in her mysterious eyes. Standing nearly a yard away from the couple, the scents of both of the mares mixed together in the air, both of them in season. Karma dreaded that time, mares becoming vulnerable to life changing actions, constantly having to fight away egotistical bastards that seem to think they can take pleasure in whatever they want. A look of disgust filled her features, followed by hatred and fury. Pathetic wench, throwing herself away to a brute she did not even know. She was just like the others - disgusting. Snorting loudly, Karma looked back and forth at each of them - forever it seemed. Legs tensed as her whipcord flicked madly. A stare of death was given to the two, enough to frighten any equine. Disgust was in her expression as she stared silently at them, seemingly all the words in the world going through her mind. She had not even been in her homeland two minutes, and this was what came of it? This being the second impression - neither of them good in the least. Anger flashed at Magick as she gazed at him furiously. His handsome figure taunted her, cursing herself for even thinking about it beforehand. Now nothing could change her mind about him and his sickening fae. At least could brag to the others about the one of the two mares in heat that he seduced. Turning, she snorted once more, walking stiffly towards solitude, towards normality, and away from filthy vixens that throw themselves at others for pleasure. At least he doesn't even know my name...
ooc: blech, crappy post...but I think you get the general idea - lol
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Magick
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I suggest you watch your back...
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Post by Magick on Dec 13, 2005 19:09:18 GMT -4
ignore the pain forget the hurt your bloody heart is staining my favorite t-shirt the one you used to wear when lying down your head sleeping so amicably there in your peaceful queen-size bed and now the morning comes with it's dew-dropped emerald blades and your bloody mess is cleared away by the moon's irridescent rays
try to understand. the pain that I've felt for all this time. alone. segregated from the outside world. all for the cause of love, all for her. and now you come a steppin' into my lair? so carefree and gay...how quaint the scene, is it not? however, the fact that your decency is lacking, greatly upsets my shattered heart. thoughts raced through his mind, concluding those said above. though the mare's radiance had enraptured his soul, her manners could use some...disipline. indeed. her seductive ways and alluring tones caught him as a fish on a hook. circles were issued as she addressed her cursing. Temptation aye? well, suitably named. bronc tested the drifting zephyrs, anazlying and concluding her season was in full swing. knowing this, and knowing the mare, magick would take full advantage of her...situation. raspy tones escaped his parted mug. a warning.
watch yourself there ess. you just might end up on the wrong side of the tracks...if you get my gist.
but hark! from far in the distance came another figure, the bay beaut from the claiming grounds. he remembered how quickly he had left the loam, and how she must feel about it. pity. but what doesn't kill you makes you stronger, nay? so, she hadn't been as strong as once appeared eh? more dainty than had first seemed. but that could change with her surroundings...oh yes. that could change indeed. mascu figure brushed effortlessly passed the other minx, taunting him in her dire tryings. no, he would breed her on his terms, nigh on her's. quiet imprinters left their marks in his earth, bringing him closer to Karma's retreating frame. unless she wished to be rid of the terra, she would learn not to walk away so quickly. within yards of his damsel, he called out, as to not frighten her away any further.
so, thy hath come to the dragons lair and expected to get burned? but nay, why the long face?
smirk was given to the dove, though she might not be watching his shadowed facade in the slightest. if she had wanted a home, could she not tolerate a little jealousy as well? whipcord assertively swatted at his flanks, the heat driving him mad. magick was irked at the turning of the tide, at the way things were slowly occuring. sure, he had been banished by the bastard king, but nothing could stop him now. his feelings elated at the idea of summer finally coming at long last. now would be the season, and maybe, the thought of young did appease him slightly. placidly reminissing a time of peace. of darkness creeping it's way into, not only Maleck, but all of the land. soon. one thing at a time, one moment in a minute.
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Post by Karma. on Dec 14, 2005 2:42:31 GMT -4
Snorting loudly, Karma had a look of hatred in her dark eyes as she eyed him coldly, a stare to make any weary. This ignorant stag seemed to believe nothing was wrong in the least. He seemed to expect Karma to owe him something for entering his sacred land, which was not the case. Trying to bite her tongue, so to speak, she could not withhold her true thoughts any longer, for he was the one that had inquired on her thoughts.
The long face? Despite the fact that you do not even bother to fill your thoughts with my dubbance that you know not of, the first thing that crosses my path in these pathetic lands you call home is a useless minx that wants to give herself up for a stag she hardly knows. And you - you actually consider this, and seem to think I owe you something. Perhaps it is myself that you want - to take advantage of me as you may have that bytch. Well, go ahead and try - I dare you. If you want a play toy - you can have her.
The words were spat at him like acid, rage flickering in her mysterious eyes. This mare was a fiery one, and would not take anything from anyone. Certainly this had caused a problem in her past - countless times she had been beaten, and even once raped. But thank whomever created this world that she did not give birth, for that would have been a curse from satan himself. This brute - this hellion obviously had another agenda on his mind, one she would have to watch out for. She would not let this stallion that claimed to be a "dark" take advantage of her - for she knew he was not dark nor strong enough to do such a thing. ooc: oh my goodness, another cruddy post. i'm so sorry, but i just got finished typing another one beforehand and i'm a little pooped...like i said before, i think you get the jist of it though...
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Post by Karma. on Dec 15, 2005 20:55:44 GMT -4
Karma glared hatefully at the mindless filly standing dumbfoundedly next to Magick and tugging thoughtlessly at the brute trying to have a heated conversation. Did she not even realize what was occuring? Obviously her mind was wondering in la la land, completely ignorant to the two before her. It was like she cared about nothing but herself, yet not even that. Temptation had asked for him to rid her of her heat, not even thinking about the living foal that would come out of it. She was the most pathetic excuse for a mare Karma had ever known. She was barely even that though, for she was one year younger than Karma, who was three years younger than Magick. Karma knew that all brutes liked fresh meat however. The young that were unknowing to everything in life. That was one thing Karma had on Temptation, wisdom and experience. Waves of fury seemed to be emitted from her figure as she stood there, aching to lash out at the both of them. If he wanted the daydreaming filly, he could have her, for she would never give herself up and throw away the life of a foal just because she wanted to feel passion with another. No, she could never do that to another. Karma could just picture them now, their happy little family. It would be them and the foal ruling over Maleck, a harem that would not contain her. Snorting one last time at Magick, a look of pain, fury, and sadness washed over her features. She had thought this handsome brute may have been the one. But she finally realized, after her entire lifetime of loss, that she did not have another part, another soul to join with, for she was not blessed in such a way. She did not know where to go next, and did not really care, for nowhere was safe for a mare in heat. Flicking her smoke colored whipcord, she turned once more, trotting away from the doomed couple, leaving her hopeful dreams forever in the past. [ooc: okay, this wasn't a very good post, but karma has not actually left maleck yet, but will soon probably...oh, and temptation, just so you know, none of this is personal, just from made up character to made up character ]
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Magick
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Post by Magick on Dec 18, 2005 21:15:47 GMT -4
the anger, the furywell then. quite the rude awakening had he recieved from his "adopted" family. sure, there were to be petty minx disputes over the position of lead bytch...but this? he hadn't expected. dumbfounded features found themselves following the retreating fea's shadow, stretching across the parched loam. sun-kissed tendrils whisking their way among his chiseled facade, gayly playing a never-ending game of tag from afar. plushed boa found it's way reaching closer to the second temptress, finding her misgivings irresitable in themselves. a call. to return to him. to Maleck and stay. parted mug let out a shrill whicker, beckoning karma to find a way to forgive his mind. so ensnared had it been in deep, dark misery that he hadn't remembered his manners. chiding himself inwardly, the stag allowed his pistons to bring his bod nearer the mare. wrapping his mascu arouma around the ess, seemingly to guard and mark her as protected. now now. who said anything at all about wanting her? come come. don't be so hasty to leave - after all - t h e r e i s n o o n e e l s e.without a thought to his own reputation, magick waltzed up to the mare and planted a delicate kiss 'pon her withers. her beauty and intellect had captured his charcoaled heart from the moment he lay his orbs 'pon her. taken aback at his actions, the brute stepped away quickly, returning to his lordly pose. imprints however, told the story, and Temptation was surely nearby. now the ball was in her court (hehe) she could choose to leave or stay. magick would force her not...but karma should pick wisely. for once in his harem, always in his harem. twas a binding contract none could escape. quads made their way back to his hilly perch, a sight to behold across all the lands. his lands. but he wouldn't mind to share with the priveleged. and this karma. was amongst those special few in his mind. her courage to stand up to any 'quine, even the roughin's, inspired magick. for life was a test. not asking her name, was also part of this test. and she had passed with flying colors. now it was her decision on what she would do with a passing grade. once more he turned to the maiden and addressed her, but this time with a simple pun. and beforehand my mind leaves me...or thy doth do, would ye' be happy sharing her dubbance with me? the love, the passion [ooc: sorry I didn't rp with you much Tempt...I needed to woo Karma back *hopefully* next time I'll talk to both of ye' don' worry... ;D]
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Post by Karma. on Dec 19, 2005 19:11:10 GMT -4
Rage burned in her eyes as she stared forward towards a place unknown, a place she may stay or leave, becoming a wanderer, searching for something she did not quite know of. Where would she go? The claiming grounds again? Fat chance. The Peaceful Plains, where all others gathered as well? No, she needed a place of solititude where she alone could be herself. Picking up the pace a bit, her cold heart burned intensely, seemingly about to burst - but not for a good reason at all. She was however thankful that he knew not of her name, yet angered that her thickened scent at this time may have been burnt into his memory.
The sudden cry of the hellion reached her auds as she continued moving forward, showing no indication she had heard it at all. As he came up beside her, she swerved in another direction away from him and this hell forsaken land. All too soon he was running right next to her, suffocating her it seemed as he hissed words in her ear. Glancing at him for a moment, she slowed minutely, still looking away from him.
Bursting forward in a spur of the moment, she suddenly felt his maw against her withers, so surprised that she nearly halted instantly. Shock filled her features as she stared at the retreating stag. His previous words rang in her mind tauntingly. come come. there is no one else. Pinning back her auds, she continued eyeing him, trying to make out his actions. If a horse could blush she was sure Magick would be doing so.
Karma argued the pros and cons in her mind, weighing them. She did not want to go back to that horrid land where stallions would pick and choose mares that looked "suitable" for their own personal use and desires. Yet she knew here she would just be another of his harem, another toy for him to play with without concern. Frowning, she eventually came to the conclusion that she may rather be just another mare in Maleck, than a nobody on her own the rest of her life. Inhaling deeply, she let out a sigh from her maw before recomposing herself. The fiery mare was still fiery, and always would be. With a bit of anger dripping off of the endings of her word, she almost had a sense of relief that none knew of but herself.
I will stay - for now. If I do not find this place, or you, to my liking, then I will leave, no matter how you may try to stop me. My belief is that my title is sacred, only given to those whom I do so trust. You have yet to prove this, however in gratitude for allowing me to reside in your terra, I will share it with your, for it is the least I can do. My cursing is Karma...now you know.
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Magick
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Post by Magick on Dec 20, 2005 17:11:04 GMT -4
ah to think and be woe to live and seehe knew. the secret that karma carried within her. 'twas her time. her season. and this meant that whether or not she wanted it, nor liked it, he could procreate by force. magick could finally have a babe of his own. one brought up by willfull and strong parents, able in body and mind...he sighed dreamily as he pictured a strong colt racing the wind, building up strength and speed. a child of his own blackened heart. suddenly, it wasn't a dream. he could have all that. in a couple of months. if only he took a step off the deep end, and inpregnated his minx. or both for that matter, the stud mused, gazing back to fix his steely orbs 'pon Tempt. but no, until they were ready he would not part their docks for his sake. the dreams that keep passing me by if only I could spread my wings and fly but no, never could I leave you here nay, I'd rather shed a single tearthough his touch pon karma's had been intentional, he knew only the sign...any sign of affection could attract any bruja. anytime. but did he really feel for the duo in his realm? would he actually come to please them for sake alone, and not profit on his behalf? only time would tell. fortunes of maidens had come to his side, seeking aid or attention it mattered not. for one of his age, it equaled pure amusement, twas a never-ending game. with a snort to the minx's lyrics, he turned hock and led a straight path to Tempt's side. a longing look was given as he considered her heat, but he held back. though he would've gladly mated right then and there to her commands, magick knew t'was not the place or time. almost apologetically, he ran his mug down her boa, delicately but with some inner force. tones whispered into her twin towers, the secret of his lust no longer a secret. so now that it has come to pass, my oh-so-eager minx, do tell, one day in the near future would you care to join me in the faraway grounds?a quiet wuff was muted from above her streaming tendrils where he spoke. crimson pools searched through the cremey sea of individual strands, seeking one in particular. with a quick heavenward yank, the brujo had his prize. from between his pearly enamels floated a silver thread. magick backed away from Tempt, smirking the whole while. her beautiful radiance was so unusually striking, that it was hard to believe these colors could be found painted on the hide of an equine. for once, the czar was thankful. aye, thankful for the precense of the two mares. for both were of stunning grace, black as sin, and had a strong crania pon their crests. checking to make sure karma...yes, karma now that he knew her name, was still among them. with a delighted shudder, magick kicked up his rears and galloped his hill. come, the both of you. witness with me the miracle of the sunrise. it's a new day...and we have just begun.[ooc: can you say d-r-a-m-a at the end? lol... Tempt, he was kinda asking you to birth his first foal...you can say no if you don't wanna... ]
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Post by Karma. on Dec 20, 2005 23:45:22 GMT -4
Waves of heat and anger rushed through her. She could just see Magick eyeing her, thoughts of manipulation whispering in the back of his mind. Karma thought she was ready to bore a foal, but now knew she had no hope. She somehow seemed to get on either the wrong side, or taken advantage of by stallions. Flicking her smoke hued whipcord sharply, her tail instinctively lifted unconciously, revealing the fact that she was indeed in heat. After a few moments, Karma felt a pang of worry as she realized what had happened. Pushing her tail down, she tried to hide the painful fact that set her apart from stallions. She did not want to seem as a desperate bytch like some others she knew.
As she watched the lord of Maleck walk over to Temptation, she noticed his muscles gained from his past experiences rippling under his pelt. She barely caught his words, shocked and disgusted at the same time. For an odd reason, her heart seemed to sink. So this was it. Her hopes of ever having a foal were washed away, tossed in the thrashing wind. Karma would never breed with one that already had a foal with another, for it showed that they did not really love you, but used you for a larger harem. Besides that fact, just the thought seemed terrible. No, Magick could never be the one for her. His first foal would have the looks of Temptation, but not the wisdom of experience. By the looks of it she knew she would never feel a being growing inside of her, having a young one of her own that resembled her and it's sire. Of course not, it was silly for a pathetic mare like her to have such hopes. It would never happen for her unless she was forcebred, which was a horrid deed she would never let happen to her. Magick would never be the father of her foal(s).
Looking towards the ground, a hint of sadness flowed through her in place of anger. She had no more room for anger. As before, she would become an outcast of a wonderful herd. She would never belong - ever. The young ones with more beauty and radiance and grace would win over intelligence. That was what all brutes wanted, a prize with no brains to show off to others. Her entire body seemed to want to fall at the realization of never having a foal. Sighing inaudibly, she couldn't help but notice the "I won- you lost" smirk given by Temptation.
As Magick waited for the two to follow him loyally, Karma glared hopelessly at the handsome hellion. Her complete Dark side had taken over, her will power pushed aside, not caring about any "consequences" for her actions that had gotten her in trouble in the past.
I don't follow lying pigs.
Turning from him, she pranced away once more, tail held high in an arrogant and seductive fashion. She would not let this bytch and hessian get her down. Once she knew she was far away from the paired couple, she burst into a thick forest, hidden by the coverage around her. Tossing away any hope of being a mother, lover, or lead, she urged herself forward, deeper and deeper into the forests of Maleck. She would never follow him anywhere - she was an outcast once more. Her fate had beaten her at attempts to change it forever.
Of course, once the brute got to keep her, he goes straight for the other one. What ever happened to his exact words "who said anything about wanting her?" and most importantly "there is no one else." He was lying straight through his teeth, the worst sin any equine could ever commit. Karma could not be around a liar amongst anything else. Just the thought of them made her skin crawl. Never seeing either of them again may be a good thing. She was completely wrong about this devil, and Karma realized first impressions were true. He did not care an inkling about her, and would soon as have her dead just to say there was another in his herd. His "we have just begun" truly meant they have just begun.
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Magick
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Post by Magick on Dec 21, 2005 17:18:31 GMT -4
ooc: -takes a deep breath- ok...this isn't gonna work guys. no wonder a lead mare is needed in real life herds...the stally would go beserk! Anywho, ecstacy said in her post that she was coming here so that upps our numbers to 3 mares. (quite a big herd if you consider ES's history) meaning that order needs to be restored. This in turn, means cooperation. Karma, if you wish to leave the herd, please make your choice even if it's not what I wish. Magick will not forcebreed any of you, but he will breed with more than one. If this upsets anyone so much, I'm sorry, but it won't change. And anyways, guys are stupid, they don't realize when they have something to treasure right in front of them. now enough talking...I pm'd the both of you so feel loved already! (to both)
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ecstasy
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the stench of death never fails,the hatred prevails
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Post by ecstasy on Dec 21, 2005 19:44:02 GMT -4
a ghastly chuckle gave way as a draft of her gaze was taken to the entering bronc..ah...the scent of another at last. hmm...dark magick. the vision of the devil himself. a broad smirk rose ryely over her deceitful facade, watching the hessian flee so suddenly. ah, brief he was. he had meant business, no? indeed..he was here for no games, but the time to offer her a place within his throne he had spared. oi, the wafting of his imagery slipped away reluctantly, the retiring bliss leaving her once more to her sullen mood of hatred, but such a delightful mood she found it. her gaze snatched from the greenery that blew from Magick's movements, eyeing the newly entered bronc with a rather blank stare. hmm...Deadly Sins..the name seemed familiar, but perhaps t'was only the fact that his dubbance reminded her of her tattered soul..so empty..so lustful with hate and darkness. perfect.two.the duet who wanted her..hah. you come, you go. just as the others. a firey hate burns within me, though for one it shall soothe. come now, no shyness, for tis time to choose. [/center] another shrill cry fed through her deepened diaphragm, a lustful gaze given to the area where Magick had faded into the blackness, how luring he was..so..mysterious in such ways she had yet to ever think. though she wished to reside with Magick for some unknown reason, she must at least glance to the second suitor. bulky he was, quite large he seemed. though he was quite appealing, the femme felt taken by Dark Magick, as if some dark gift conducted him..or her. she had yet to learn much about either, though she knew this; if Deadly Sins wished to take her, he would have to fight Dark magick, for the femora's mind was made. She would fall back into the lands of maleck with magick, and let things take place as should, and perhaps take the chance to gain lead over his harem, if to fight or to win his darkened soul, whatever the case. Bury me deeper, a mere crease within your battered soul. Hide me no longer, for now I be exposed. If you wish to take me, fight for me, no other way be possible. [/center] a rolling canter churned her appendages slowly, soon to quicken with her hasty intentions of meeting more this Magick whom had clearly fled the scene with a great speed. searching blindly through the pitched darkness, she stopped sharply to wheel to face Deadly Sins, her choclea laid against her structure, as if threaded to the skullery by lace. nodding lightly, she wheeled once more to flee after magick, her visiage set aglow with a firey curiousity. bounding through the forestry, she set asearch for the lands of Maleck, where magick had claimed to reside. she ran along blankly, swirving through the winding birches that swayed with the hot breeze. her cantering soon quickened, increasing to a flat sprint as she laid out for the bronc's land. no man's land. destination found
[/center][/s] locating the seemingly endless terrace of Maleck, the femme began to slow, her breathing given in harsh puffs, shooting her nadars into flaring positions. her gaze swept over the vacant topia, asearch for the bronc she had chosen..the bronc..she..had chosen..how awkward the phrase sounded, for she had figured a bronc would choose her, but no, it was vice versa. the choise was made, and what glee it brought to know that a darkened one lay waiting for her..or had she been waiting for her?hmm..perhaps both? it worked both ways. her shrill cry announced her arrival, a warning to the other mares of Magick's to stand beyond her path, for her intentions were clear; magick's queen. ah, to be magick's queen was to fill her most psychotic fantasies, to retain her wildest deeds. another wimper settled as she searched for her newly found mate, her hyde hugging tightly to her muscles as they bunched beneath her powerful stride. had he wanted her as queen? only time would tell, though she knew that the bloodiest battle she would partake interest in to take the claim. [ ]
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Post by Magick on Dec 22, 2005 17:34:52 GMT -4
to much to soon. mayhaps he chanced too great a risk at his own power? perhaps he had gambled that of his own pride over a due reality check? nay, cheeky though karma was, there was always a possibility for her recaptured heart...for lack of better words. dearest they both were, the strength of the herd lying in their empty wombs. begging they were to be filled. but hold on. for safety. for sanity's sake. thorns perked up as Tempt's lyrics' made their way into his brain. ah, she was ready, was she not? but quite the trap had she fallen in inprudently, making up her mind too quickly. for magick had no intention whatsoever to mate her...for though summer was in it's prime, there was still time for another to step forth. to take up the responsibility involved with mothering his first charge.
you think that because I home you you get first rights to my one and only heir
that time might never appear for you. easy. be gentle now, don't fret. there is always time for resolutions to be made.
harks now pinned tightly to his crania, loathing the choice words of his second. she takes me for a lying swine now does she? we'll soon see how very right she is. quite the fortuneteller karma has turned out to be... agitated length itched with summer's burning, whipcord only too euphoric to accomadate it's wishes. stressed tendons ached to flat out gallop again, so tensed had he become with all the ess's petty altercations and bargainings. he let karma off to brood, too exhausted to retrieve the lost again. maybe in time she will come to understand. maybe she will actually come to hate me with her lust? doubtfull and with a drawn-out sigh he turned to the west, where on the horizon ran another...the minx he had courted perhaps?
as you approach the night is young a torn edge, a hard gaze given wilst thou take this labor off my shoulders and come with me now our future is in sight
so it was her. frame turned to the oncoming storm. another she, another day. worry lines creased his brow as he pictured the other fea's reactions. surely they would scorn. mock. spit at her appearance if they so desired. but they would have to come between him first. corpral punishment would be their's to grasp if so. carried out by the master and commander. head of the harem. could they not understand this? enamels clacked dangerously at Tempt, not meaning to take his anger out when she had obviously not done anything. the bronc grazed his streamer across her lightly, apologetically, for words were not meant for him. nodding nonchalantly to the new one, he turned to address her, vocals holding as much cunning as the sly fox from the north. so you have also chosen a life in Maleck. wise - on your part that is. you should find the lands most accomadating, however the others might not be as so.
harsh glance was given to Tempt and some distance off, Karma. now that their numbers had swollen to such extremities, he knew that a suitor would need to step up as queen. between his choices the stag knew that quarrels would begin, t'was the ambitious nature of a herd mare...to gain the highest title in their harem. how bruja's could corrupt an entire band with their words! surely not all species of females fought with tongue rather than brawn like equine males? shaking his appex in rather dismayed attitude, magick moved off to regain his hill once more. he figured ecstacy would want a few nights privacy before being haggled with other matters. leave them to their fates! he thought inwardly. ah, how much more peaceful it would be when he was positioned with his queen. then maybe, just maybe, he could have one decent night's sleep once more.
decide now! the time has come pick between yourselves let this foolishness be done!
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ecstasy
1st Degree
the stench of death never fails,the hatred prevails
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Post by ecstasy on Dec 22, 2005 19:58:25 GMT -4
tempt:watch how you say things.you could be queen. never know. now, stop chewing at me. what you said about me being queen I am debating on personal interactions. go be bitter to someone else. nice post magick bic paying no heed to the fellow broods, the femme trekked slowly to the side of Magick, a pinch of his hyde assuring her accompaniment. she held on to his fleshy canvas for a moment, then releasing to grab a considerable amount of chestnut creamed tendrils and tuggin gruffly. so this be the choice, and this has what it has become? she murmered quietly, a lullaby of cursed words jumbled into a sing-song hymn. she chuckled lightly, her voice coarse as the bristled hair of the wild boars. her slim bodice bumped teasingly into the brutes, the canvases of the pair colliding. ah, meshed together were the two colors..a brilliant collision...a perfect blend. she nosed eagerly at the blade of Magick, peering at him with a hint of uncaged wildness gleaming from her lit seekers. Time to play. her aching pillars yearned for speed, grasping at every chance to run, though now she stood..imprisoned by the new master. the temptation to run was to an extreme, though she refused. it was magick's time with her now..well, that is if the other broods stood clear..or would they persist? to act as foolish yearlings and try to seperate ecstasy from the harem? hah! oh the funny things that crept into her sickened thoughts. a slim cackle errupted blankly, another plunge gave way and her physique once more collided with that of the he.
ah, a wise choice indeed. as for the fellow mares, let them brew.
her words were stated coolly, eyeing the unknown femmes with distaste, an early disliking. her honors cupped forth, nibbling contentedly at Magick's rougen hyde, the clods of the straying floor removed quickly. the plumage of the femme began to rise..what was this? a heat cycle? or only the baking temperatures of the atmospheric surroundings? no doubt, a heat cycle indeed. and how would this brute react? contained of course, though had he not longed for what every stud did? surely..her plume flagged, completely turned over, soon to whisk over her spinals feverishly. a smirk drew out the creases of her mascuire, watching magick for a reaction to the rising fragrance.
she began to prance slowly around the bronc, surveying him now closer. aye, my perceptions are the purest ways of accuracy. and it was true too, her thoughts of a sturdy bronc had been correct about Magick. quite the tank as some would call him. her lids fluttered lightly with the humid lithe, watching the bronc with high interest. perfect he was..perfect he seemed at that. looks were deceiving, but surely not in this case. flaunting about senselessly, she allowed the wafting aromas of her intamacy rise hotly, all the while gazing to and fro. with each round, she nipped hotly at the bronc's flanks, snatching at the tender flesh for a moment. her quiet moans were muffled, almost unhearable, though her femenine calls were noticeable. glancing to this other fae, "Temptation" something or another, her harps laced at the backs of her probiscus. this femme too wished to be queen, no? that had left unanswered, though any who hadn't wanted to reign along with Magick was merely retarded, or she was keen. or perhaps even both. a broad grin slyly slid over her deceitful facade, inching next to magick slowly.
sighing, she watched him trail off to..his rock? what a disappointment. they could have settled the queen matter, or started the battle of which would leave to a solution. she mumbled quietly, gaze to fall restlessly over the contours of Karma, buried deep by both darkness and the greened thicket. prancing about aimlessly, her aperature tossed, a buck given harshly. to play by myself is to dance alone. her grunts were spilled out coldly as she thundered about, circling the diameter a few times before stopping to watch the bronc, Magick. luring he was, though was she not? was her heat not a tingel within his senses? her flirting not enough to provoke him? oh well, perhaps in time the lure for one another would develope. time..such a funny thing..not to be meddled with, though so gruesome..yet so needed. so irritating, yet so longed for. her silken pelt glistened sheenly as she froliced about as though a foal once more, though foal she was not. a tinge of darkness returning, she strided in the direction of Temptation, nodding curtly, a gruff nudge taken to the fae's shoulder. they would have to get along, whether they liked it or not. she could accept that, but nothing over the line..nothing. everything would be caught, not a movement missed.
she shuddered lightly, soon nearing the rock Magick had fled to..a careful step was taken to climb atop the rock, nosing at the bronc's hip lightly before standing aside him. the seductive side of a dark..so clingy was this side..so needy..her state was luring, the waves of aroma wafting heavily from her flipped plumage, though she did so try to remove this fact..to her distress, it couldn't be hidden. oh, well. she chuckled lightly, wondering somewhat if Temptation would follow. her petite form pressed to the hardened muscles of the brute, her curvaceous figure fitted to his side. her aperature rose, reaching her mug nearer to his acoustics, there of which she chewed lightly. whispers fled from her probiscus, but they were not in understanding. only mixed phrases of her latin heritage.
[[thats crappy..oh well.]]
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Post by Temptation on Dec 22, 2005 22:41:47 GMT -4
Minx's gaze shifted,not to any of the others,her gaze was faced to the dense forest of Melack,thinking,decieding weather to leave or stay.She knew only one had welcomed her here,and yet even he seemed to not want her here anymore.She knew,that she belonged to the darks,and she knew their ways,and know wasnt the time to act as a light.Thorns laced back as she had sensed ecstasy glaring at her,she didnt give mind to the skank.Blue orbs drew to Karma's form to see what she was doing,and for some reason she had liked Karma now,she admired the older minx for some odd reason.Cream hued dreads hinged 'otop her serepentine,whipcord slashed deadly at the blood-suckers,only to bring her own crimson liquid to surface pon her hocks.Blue speres again gazed into nothing,she was going out to space,ahh,how this place brought boredome to her now,how it before brought deathly cheer.Cerebrum tossed lightly,dreads flying into the atmosphere ,casscading down once more to their normal placing.Blades sliced the loam as she paced into the forest,not leaving but she had just gotten so bored she longed for an walk.Appendages moved in a small blur,she grew farther and farther from the three,whom prolly cared not about where or what she was doing.A path had been made from another before her,she now was hidden within the forest,trailing in a hurry to find something fun or anything else.Pace quickened as she drifted farther and farther,she never knew Melack had been so large.She paced faster and faster,slowly she stoped,tho she hadnt wanted to.Something caught her eye,a small deer fawn,standing lone,ohhh how it tempted her so.
[can we god mod?oh well ima do it anyway,sorry if im not aloud]
She stalked slowly wards it,fates bared,dried crimson lipped at her kissers.Every stride in walk moved her closer to the fawn,no emotion for it being young what so ever,to her it had been food.As she got close enough,her heart pounded like never before,a finale move was being made.She lunged herself at the fawn,it had given her a tough fight,fates sunk into its crest.She held her ground,fates still bared into the fawns crest,hoping it had been dead yet.Slowly she droped the fawn,it fell just imply pon the dense forest loam.she wasnt the one to kill then leave it,but she wasnt as hungry as she thought,crimson liquid drpied from her mug.Slowly she drifted back from the fawn,soon seeing the dam to the fawn.Thorns laced,smirk played her mug in a way she had felt bad for what she had done.She turn on her heel...then she bolted,appendages moving faster than normal,blades sliced the loam dangerously.Cerebrum tossed highly,blood flew from her maw.She soon came back to the plains of Melack where Karma ,Ecstasy and Magick had been.She slowed as she reached Karma's side,a small nod had been given to Karma as she shook her cerebrum to try and rid the blood fall from the fawn she had torn down in her path.She looked to Karma and softly spoke only for her to hear.
Karma im sorry for my actions i wish not to be enemies wioth you,amatter of fact i admire you,and i hope you d give me a second chance to show the real me
She knew her words had sounded so light and petty.She hoped Karma understood her and didnt think of her so petty and dumb.She knew she could have picked a better way to put things but she couldnt find the words.She shook her cerebrum,blood again flew from her maw.
[sorry im museless]
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Post by Ebra on Dec 22, 2005 23:39:24 GMT -4
[ OoC - Ok, sorry to butt in like this, all of you, but I have noticed how far this thread has been carried on, and got curious to read. First off; Temptation, never have I heard of a mare killing a deer for the heck of it. Secondly; Maleck really needs some order here, because it seems as though you guys are bickering in OOC as well, not good. And lastly; PLEASE rp as a dark, or scurry back to a neutral terra. Dark, dark, dark. Please. - Ebra. ]
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