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Post by `Avvy on Mar 16, 2006 9:51:14 GMT -5
ebon wench of hellish descent sauntered into the realm, powerful daggers slicing through the weak sod with a veangence. Ressy's ebon pelt was matted in places from scruffles with other femmes, and 'er gleaming ivories had a faint tinge of crimson to them, for killing was one of 'er favourite pastimes. Cold, lifeless visionaries scanned the place she now existed in for any sign of life, for any sign of the stag who had surely chosen this place for 'is own. Indeed, the realm was claimed, for sh' could smell 'is scent when she flared 'er nostrils just so. Nonchalant movements reflected 'er true self, for she could be counted on to not care for whatever insult you could throw 'er way. 'Er composed soul was truly black, for she cared not if you dragged yourself, dying, in front of 'er, begging for help. She would gladly help, help by ending your pathetic life earlier than intended by the likes of ye. Midnight Ressurection was in search of a place to stay, and if the stag here offered no shelter to 'er, she would move on to the great King 'imself, the Darq Lord Appetite For destruction. Hopeful was she that the stag 'ere would let e'r stay, however, for sh' had a feeling that the Lord had too much drama in 'is harem... no sound was emmited for the stag of the land, for if 'e was one she wished to reside with, 'e would be able to easily scent 'er formidable presence. |
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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 17, 2006 19:49:09 GMT -5
He heard her call. Though it was not in his nature to heed a call, this intruder was certainly not calling. The equine was either extremely foolish, or extremely bold. Somehow, Kudos sensed the fore. But then again, he always underestimated others. 'Tis a fae, no doubt about that. He could sense a female a mile away - and one in heat three miles. The brute picked up his pace, heading north at a full blown gallop, pistons a blur and tassles flying out.
It took a mere four minutes to reach the other side of the small terrain, and the elegant femme stood before him.
What?
He hissed in a tone that indicated one thing - she was not welcome. The femme's next words would indicate whether or not she would stay - he only wanted the intelligent ones, after all..
(SRRy, Short.. So much to do, so little time)
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 18, 2006 10:43:19 GMT -5
sh' smirked as the femme heard 'im coming. At last, she would happen upon another in these dismal parts. A nod of acknowledgement was granted to the stag whop presented 'imself to 'er, and 'he listened carefully to 'is short speech, delving for some deeper meaning; and in finding one, she deemed that she was not welcome here at the moment. twin towers stood their tallest, posture impeccable as always, and the fea gazed out 'pon the lands. Ebon wench enjoyed playing with other's minds, but she was in no mood to do this today, not with this stag. Intelligence and knowledge shone in 'is pools, and she was determined to find out more. No reflection was cast out from 'er own visionaries, for they remained lifeless as always. Tunes were forced out from rasped vocals, though 'er lyri seemed soft and smooth. No emotion was betrayed in 'er vocals.
*What indeed, stag? Ye ask of something for me, but give me no question to answer in the first place.*
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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 18, 2006 20:56:53 GMT -5
She was cheecky indeed.
Kudos would have scowled and mounted if it were any other femme that wandered upon his terrain, but he was known for thinking with his tool and nothing else. Not a pleasing reputation. Out of plain curiosity, he continued to put up with the sassy femme..
If the question is such a mystery to you, then you are certainly unwelcome here..
(Sorry, short.. I have to go..)
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 19, 2006 12:12:51 GMT -5
She snorted at his words, and disregared them. Of course she wasn't welcome here. Only the herd of this stag was to be welcomed here. however, many a time had good things come from some unwanted visitor... perhaps she would bring him luck of some sorts. I hope not. the thought was met with a cruel smile, and she knew 'twas true. If he suffered because of her presence, t'would make it all the more pleasant for the lifeless femme. Deadened visionaries scanned the realm quickly again, for any other signs of intrusion. She wished to be the only one here. Finding no signs of any other tresspasser, she spoke, cold lyrcis seeming to have gained yet another layer of the ice that she packed 'round 'er pumper so easily. But was there any out there to melt it?
And if ye did not grasp the meaning of my words, perhaps I wish not to be welcome here.
She was lying. Any fool could see she was lying, from the twinkle she spoke with to the way she moved as she spoke. She wished to be welcome here very much, mostly for lack of other option. The land, would do. The stag? We'll see. |
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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 20, 2006 8:18:18 GMT -5
A small smile lingered upon Kudos' maw, long after the sun had slipped away, into the mountains and beyond. A chilll settled over the land, a poor replacement for the warmth the sun provided. In some ways, in all ways, it was the source of life for the earth. Without it, life would not exist. And for that he sould be grateful. But Kudos found himself relaxing at the sight of darkness - for it was his territory now.
But you see, whether you stay or not isn't really your choice to make, M'Dear..
He said, with an unnerving politeness and sweetness. Any sane equine would turn back at this point, and perhaps gallope at breakneck speed to the nearest dwelling and shiver there, tail between her legs if she were a femme. However, something told Kudos this fae would not be the same - and for that she would need to be taught something. He wanted his femmes submissive.
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 25, 2006 21:39:12 GMT -5
She could sense he wanted her to submit to him, to turn tail and run, or to meekly assume the lowest position in the herd. Not likely. small snort escaped 'er velvets, and sh' stared at him, the words attacking 'er towers like an army. Standing as tall as s' could (which was not very tall) she looked out o'er the lands again, as if to assure herself of something... Pools snapped back to the brute quickly, however, for sh' wished not to give him the advantage of surprise... strength alone would be hard enough to overcome him, she could see that. Wits? Sh' could see he was a smart stag, not a power hungry idiot. Good. But all stags wanted to feel they had power... over their mares. Perhaps, just maybe, to pretend to submit would help her to learn more of this stag.... but no. She could never bring herself to respect one who had not proved himself to her.
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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 26, 2006 18:58:51 GMT -5
The brute side of him finally caved.
A small smirk appeared on Kudos' maw, the only sign he gave that he was thinking of mounting her. After all, who could resist a beautiful, darq fae on his lands? Besides, Shatherd needed to grow, and he wanted to breed. Filth could wait. The brute took a few small steps forward, daggers crushing the grass below, and the brute turned his dial so his maw was almost directly in the femme's aud. Not hard to accomplish, as he was a good hand taller than she was.
Yes, I suppse so..
He hissed in reply, and with one fluid motion, the stag turned on his haunches and mounted, feeling the pure, high pleasure at being allowed to release his seed. He gave no thought to the fae underneath him, for consideration for others was not in his nature. Instead, he pumped as hard as he could, ready to drain himself to the last drop..
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 26, 2006 20:17:19 GMT -5
A shiver of excitement ran through 'er as 'e spoke, though when 'e mounted it gave 'er such a rush of dissapointment. Pity, for sh' had just begun to enjoy 'erself. So many times had the mare been raped afore, she no longer hurt, and it was almost soothing to 'er nymphomanic soul to feel someone pumping away back there. A curious feeling ran through 'er, and sh' made no fight, for fight only mad eit hurt more.. better to fight afterwards than during, anyways... breath was short and ragged, though 'er words betrayed true feeling.
Getting tired, pretty boy?
the taunt was meant to infuriate the beast; to have him toss back some insult and go at it harder, faster than 'e could sustain, and have it o'er with quicker, asnd the stag more exhausted afterwords. Would 'er method work on this one? |
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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 26, 2006 23:58:58 GMT -5
(I have Christmas songs stuck in my head x.x)
The femme's ragged breathing excited Kudos more than anything, though he didn't show it. He loved nothing more than a brutal battle - though one that left no lasting scars. It would be a pity to maim the fae's beautiful coat anyways. Her words were like a whip, cracking behind the brute and making him want to go faster, but the brute held himself in. He was already pumping at a steady pace, and to exert himself this early in the game was not how Kudos operated. Instead, he decided to fight words with words..
No, but I can see you are.
He replied slyly, feeling the last of his seed escape him and dismounting quickly, in one smooth motion. Slowly, the brute advanced forward, until his bodice was parallel with the fae's; his muzzle at hers. The stag found himself nuzzling her, though certainly not in the manner of mates. More of a menacing tease, his pools glinting with anticipation..
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Post by `Avvy on Mar 27, 2006 19:26:07 GMT -5
ill post really soon... right after i check my messages lol
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Post by .. Arya >>Christine<< Kudos .. on Mar 28, 2006 23:20:38 GMT -5
Lol, ok..
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Post by `Avvy on Apr 1, 2006 10:04:58 GMT -5
whoops.. i forgot to come back.. oopsy:) okay well here 'tis....
The wench was about to sigh in relief as 'e got off, but she withheld it, knowing if anything could infuriate the beast, t'would be 'er indifference to everything. Moving nonchalantly forth, 'er poised fulcrums churned at the earth below silently, creating havoc in the life of the worm beneath. Relishing the feeling when the little creature heaved its last breath, she spoke again, this time with a curious light in 'er black pools...
Then ye are a kind stag, to give a break to a femme such as I. perhaps a soft heart?
humor glinted in 'er orbs. Now 'e had two choices that sh' could see; either re-mount to prove 'er wrong and fully exhaust 'imself, or take the insult. Most she had met re-mounted, ultimately bringing their demise... for when they got off, they were dead tired, and sh' would gladly put them to sleep... forever.
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Post by wowposter on Sept 2, 2008 6:22:05 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Sept 5, 2008 3:09:22 GMT -5
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