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Post by Skit on Feb 15, 2008 21:50:40 GMT -5
The land was nothing different to her, she stood there twin towers flicking back and forth. Her daggers touched the earth, as her braces moved her frame slowly. She stood there her tail close to her rump, for she was in a place of breeding at times when she had no claiming mate. Optics searched the land as twin's flicked back and forth, she was tired she wouldn't be much of a fight for a stallion not now at least.
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Post by Sarah on Feb 15, 2008 21:59:41 GMT -5
It had been quite a while since he'd come in contact with another equine. This place was so dead, it once flourished with life. It used to crawl with equine life. It was almost amazing how something could be wiped out so quickly.
This dove was very odd in color. She caught his eye. He studied her from a few yards away, noting her fatigued trek across the land. A slight smirk tipped his maw as he set forth with practiced silence. He slithered through the trees, morphing in the shadows and blending perfectly. His pace was set faster than hers, but that wasn't much of a challenge, since she seemed to be slinking along. He passed her while staying hidden, then made his move.
Jutting out from the shadows, he stepped in front of her, blocking any path of escape. His ears pinned slightly, he looked at her through onyx spheres.
What is a pretty little thing like you doing out here all alone? His baritone voice leaked into the air, echoing in the distance. The smirk still played his lips as he examined the fae closer.
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Post by Skit on Feb 15, 2008 22:02:50 GMT -5
The femme stood there, optics looking around for an escape from this place but yet none could be found. She had lost the sound of her own voice, she could not speak. Brown optics looked at the brute pleading him to let her be on her way, she knew that it would never truly happen. Daggers settled into the ground as her cord was pushed closer to her rump, her scent following the breeze past the stag.
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Post by Sarah on Feb 15, 2008 22:06:23 GMT -5
He was growing impatient. Hadn't this dunce realized that he had asked her a question? His midnight tassels lashed out at his sides furiously. His ears were pinned even tighter to his crown. A sound similar to a snarl escaped his mug. Ivories bared, he struck out at her shoulder harshly.
Well. I asked you a question, you dim vixen. He snorted angrily. Was she trying to play games with him?
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Post by Skit on Feb 15, 2008 22:08:47 GMT -5
"For I am sorry sir, i'm trying to find my way back to where I cam" lyrics sang softly , she stood there as he nipped at her making some of her blood come out and down her pelt. She didn't dare to flinch for she knew the power of a stag and the tiredness of her own.
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Post by Sarah on Feb 15, 2008 22:13:50 GMT -5
The smirk broadened across his mug.
I'll give you a place to go. He laughed. He nipped at her again, but made no contact. He was just teasing. Her scent flooded over him and he perked his ears. He held his excitement back. His velvet mug came up to rub along her neckline, as if trying to seduce her.
Why don't we have some fun, hmm? The raven stag stated it rather than asking her.
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Post by Skit on Feb 15, 2008 22:16:37 GMT -5
She stood there optics looking towards the ground as towers flicked back and forth here and there. "Do as you wish" she spoke softly she had not the energy to fight. Her whip cord flicked back and forth, banner shook here and there.
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Post by Sarah on Feb 15, 2008 22:20:17 GMT -5
Aww, no fight? That was the best part. He was almost disappointed. He let a full laugh escape into the air. It echoed and bounced around them, scattering crows from the nearby forest.
He turned 'round to her backside and mounted. After a few good thrusts he was finished and tired out. He dismounted and moved back to her head.
He let out a soft snort, the smirk returning to his mug.
You don't have a home, do you?
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Post by Skit on Feb 15, 2008 22:22:15 GMT -5
Optics searched the ground as she stood there, feeling him within her. Slight pleasure was there with pain, she looked towards him when he spoke to her. "No, i'm afraid not" lyrics sang back to him, she took a deep breath and letting it out.
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Post by Sarah on Feb 15, 2008 22:25:57 GMT -5
He thought a moment.
You're a pure. I can smell the stink on you. I should just let you stay here, someone else can deal with you and your bastard.
A breeze shook the trees, sending his tassels into his face. He tossed his head, thinking. His optics turned to the horizon. For once he wasn't sure what to do. He could leave her here. He didn't need her taking up room and wasting resources in his territory. On the other hand, he could take her in, when she has their child he could banish her and keep the child for his own.
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Post by Skit on Feb 15, 2008 22:28:15 GMT -5
The femme stood there, her banner and whip cord blowing in the breeze. Yes she was of the pure, but why would that be something bad? She knew not her fate, or the fate of the foal that she knew she would have. Surely this stallion would not keep her for so long and then kick her out, she didn't know. She would have to make a run for it when she would be able to.
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Post by Sarah on Feb 15, 2008 22:38:51 GMT -5
He came back to senses. He figured the best solution would be to take her in for the time being, to make sure she didn't try anything tricky to lose the youth growing inside her.
Come with me. You'll be staying with me for a while.
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Post by Skit on Feb 15, 2008 22:40:45 GMT -5
Optics locked upon the stud, she didn't wish to follow but she would have to. She shook her crown in reply. She would follow him, a soft nicker was a mumble to herself.
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Post by Sarah on Feb 16, 2008 11:50:31 GMT -5
OOC; ah, just post in his terra.
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