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Post by Racing on Jul 14, 2011 10:35:00 GMT -7
The boy didn't flinch. He just stared at her, dead eyes not wavering. So, she had spat on him. Did he care? No. His smile quavered for a moment, though, as he though of what he would do, and in the next instant he moved, smile growing bigger. He moved closer, shoving his chest into her shoulder, forcing his head up her neck to nip at her ear, before leaning even closer to whisper, "I don't need to, doll." With that final lyric, the kingling spun and began to walk, not caring if she refused to follow. He'd just drag her. "If you annoy me enough I'll just sell you. There's worse'n me out there. Or I might kill you, if you bother me too much." He knew his words did not frighten her, but in this the male was stumped. Most females were frightened at the original reveal, he usually did not have to take extra steps to ensure anything. So, what would he have to do to frighten little Memory? He felt other stallions near, looking at his newest catch. Without blinking or moving he lashed out at one, fire curving from his movement and searing the other stallion across the chest. The stallion screamed and reared up, landing and snorting at Storm before spinning and galloping away, unwilling to face the Forcer that led them all. A few of the other stallions took to saving thier hides and dipped thier heads, and one chestnut pony, an eleven hand high midget, came forward and actually bowed to Fornever Ending. The tall duke looked him over and nodded. The midget turned to Memory and smirked, revealing fangs, carefully sharpened bovine teeth made into a hunter's.
Storm remained quiet as he watched the little chestnut wind his way around Memory, nipping at her sides and legs with his special teeth. It didn't take long before the chestnut reared up and mounted Memory, and did nothing else but hang there. He was a pudgy little beast, too, and he just let himself go and dropped all of himself on her to bear his weight. Then he leaned forward and bit harshly at her withers, aiming to scar her if nothing less. With this, he lowered himself to the ground, trotted to her fore, reared up and stared at her with his fiery little boy eyes. Just as he was about to do something she never would have forgotten, a flash of tall black rammed into him, causing the little chestnut to cllapse to the ground with a screech. Storm unleashed a motherf.cking badass snarl at the chestnut, who cowered and whimpered, before Storm struck at him. The chestnut squealed, leaped to his feet and raced away, sporting a heavily bleeding wound to his underbelly. "No one does to mine what I wouldn't do to yours," He boomed, the other stallions flinching and backing away as they understood his message. Storm spun to face Memory, cast a crtical eye over her to ensure no permanent damage had been done, and turned again. He began to lead off, keeping his pace to a working trot, determined not to stop or slow before reaching thier destination: His home, the City of The Fallen. He didn't bother, didn't care to see if she was dragging her feet or not. Fornever Ending remained quiet but bold, flashing his catch to any willing to see it.
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Post by Cloudmuffin - - on Jul 14, 2011 16:20:00 GMT -7
-Wanna start a thread in his terra? or am i joining an already exsisting one? The girlie quickly took to ignoring the stallie that had captured her. Her cocky too-happy-for-you front never wavered the least, barely concealing a deep withering malice for the dark 'demon' that at the very least matched his own. It boiled and glistened deep within her soul, and with each threat he sung to her, it became more and more clear to her. If ever given half a chance, she would kill the bastard and laugh with glee as the vultures feasted on his rotting corpse. She would watch closely, big grin on her dark face as the life slowly bled from his irises, as he looked back up at her with what she imagined would be fear, but what she knew deep down would probably just be hatred.
She knew enough not to fight the tangle of bondage that adorned her flecked throat. Honestly, what would that accomplish? While she was framed heavily, built strong and powerful, she had no wish to be strangled. And she imagined the stallie, with his hord of magical powers, would never let her overpower him. A pesky nip turned her stony attention down. She was already highly pissed off at being taken captive, what more wanted to test her? The thing was no more than a pony, grinning at her with the teeth of a hunter. She smiled back, a darling little smile. And the brute continued to weave among her pillars as if he belonged there. Annoyed, Mem dealt a heavy blow with her back hoof, a blow that sent the pesky little critter staggering back a few steps. Her little lady grin turned nearly as fierce as his own, which only further enraged the critter. Aiming, he leapt up and mounted her, a pointless task as she wasn't even in heat. Angry, but more bemused at his stupidity and lack of self control, she let him do his deed, and waited til he unattatched his self to her rear and dropped back to the ground before she made her move. She sent the whole force of her hind into a kick to his face - one that would rival a donkies. While her other kick had been simply a warning, this one was far more than that.
With a wounded pride, the spiteful idiot slithered his snakey self up to her front, eyeing her warrily. Anger glistened in one eye. The other however, so thoroughly destroyed - as was that entire side of his bloody little face - by the pixie's love tap. She glared back at him, teeth bared in a very unladylike snarl. She was done playing with these foolish little demon spawns that wanted to push her buttons. Just as he got ready to do something or another, and she got ready to give a retaliation miles worse than the one before, her captor stepped in, beating the boy into submission. Not that that was hard. As she looked around she noticed a little fact, she was in the prescense of a real leader. She squirt teetered off, wounded pride the least of his worries. The girlie turned her bi-tinted gaze to the brute that held her, only to see him watching her, gaze traveling along her like she was property. She gave another winning smile, gaze slipping into a flirty quirk. "Like what you see bigboy?"
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Post by Racing on Jul 20, 2011 20:02:55 GMT -7
ooc.
there's a thread in The City Of The Fallen. It's called Hold Me Gently ;; Kill Me Quickly. You may join there, either before or after Cay's next post depending on when you next get on. Storm's response to Memory's comment and such are in that thread.
See ya there!
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