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Post by Racing on Jul 19, 2012 19:43:04 GMT -7
/american capitalist/
Eyes that hold depth speaking of youth, the angelic one dared a glance at the newcomer and was shocked by a white coat. She was not as rare as she had thought? Wait... Sharp blue traced him, recognizing him not of her breed but of a more delicate sort. He was still powerful... And as her eyes continued to stare, she noticed more. Arabian, and not as pure a white as she would be, instead a light gray color. Light blue pleaded silently, the mare blinked, fearful that he would take the mare's side, even as she recognized him as light. She was dark, but so close to light that sometimes to others who just glanced, she was light. But no. Clearly in this deathly place both she herself and Envy were dark. Her gaze whipped back to the ground upon his words, and the bloody creature winced, praying her Mistress would not attack her in front of him, nor attack him for he likely wouldn't be able to defend himself from La Diabla. Isnigh shifted her weight in preparation of a blow from her personal demoness, but didn't otherwise move. Her taller frame seemed small next to the powerful dominance of Envy, because Isnigh just kept her submissiveness projected. She would serve this mare well, if only to avoid more pain.
Pain briefly shot to the background in her mind as she realized something. Envy's heat was not the only in this clearing. Isnigh flared her nostrils slightly and lifted her head a fraction of an inch to scent her own heat. It startled the youngling, for she had never imagined it coming at this time. She glanced nervously at her Mistress, fright dancing through her head before it tripped and fell through a trapdoor to disappear. If her Mistress wanted a female playmate, then now was the optimal time. But if that was not the intent, Isnigh had no idea but knew the plan would be worse.
[329 words. American Capitalist (album) - Five Finger Death Punch .] [/blockquote] |
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Post by ` k i w i ` on Jul 23, 2012 22:03:30 GMT -7
[/center] A light breeze fluttered through the clearing, capturing scents within its fingers and passing them on to the throng of characters, tossing the few leaves that were within the trees very gently. Many scents met the jokers nares, but only two caused his ashen white ears to perk. Standing before him, within the two bodies, one darker red and the other pale white, stood the stallions whole purpose in life. Before this light male stood two females, both of breeding age, both ripe with season. The two scents, which were quite alike, but still slightly different, excited the stallion. Crimson liquid coursed through his veins as a massive onslaught of hormones caught up with the rest of his sells. " Well, well, well, ladies." A sickening flash of excitement blinked within his soft doe eyes. " What shall we do about this?" Like the winds along a river bank in mid-summer, the kings mood changed with a sudden ferocity. Instead of wanting to protect these two mismatched mares from the beasts within the forest, he himself became a beast, not much unlike those that roamed the dark, haunted woods. Tuning about the mares again, he closed in on his prey. Brushing against Envy's dark flanks, he crowded her more closely to the white mare, urging them to come together. Prancing around the couple another round, he decided against his previous action. Teeth bared, he pushed the liver colored mare away from the taller, lighter one, and then took her. Moments later he dismounted, then reached around to the other mare and deposited his seed there as well. Taking a quick look at his handwork, he had to smile to himself. "Shall we go to my lair?" His question was not that at all, but rather more rhetorical. Dangling between the two mares swung Envy's rope. Spying it, Issue took it between his teeth and playfully lead the mares away from the dark forest, in the direction of his lands.
This is how I show my love;;
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A bubbly chuckle splashed against my dark velveteen kissers as I watched the stallion of light coloring go through his emotions. A first he was a gallant knight in white, shining aromor, then a giddy school boy, red in the cheeks with hardly-contained excitement, and then there was a flash of predator, dark and deep and somewhat alluring. In all of the time I had spent in this forest, searching for a nice slave to keep me company, I never thought I would find it like this. I had first thought myself lucky for catching such a lovely wench as I have about the other end of my rope, even if she was a little light toned for my taste. Sadly enough, I know deep down within my heart that two mares could not build an empire of mindless drones, so maybe I knew that the taller mare would not be my last slave. Then along came this colorless stallion, with his charm and dashing features. When I hard first set my dark gazers on him, I had felt a strange pang within the beating organ nestled inside my chest cavity. I stood breathless and patient as the jester mounted and deposited his seed, another swell of odd feeling erupting within my chest. What could this be? A feeling of warmth and fuzziness, something that put me in a good humor. For a moment the emotion frightened me, then I started to like it. Not too long after that moment, another emotion came along. It shattered the good feeling into a million pieces and built a blazing fire of rage within my heart. I watched with fear and horror as the white joker mounted the lighter mare and passed his seen onto her as well. All senses of good well being were dropped immediately. I felt like tearing the other mare to ribbons with my sharp teeth and dagger like hooves. Moments before I sprung, a thought erupted within my cranium. A wicked smile curled upon my lips as the male lead us away from the dark forest. As we walked, I hatched a genius plan. I would take this studs offspring for my own. The mare belonged to me and that made me the rightful owner of her now growing foal. With his seed, I could capture that world and leave it on its knees, begging to have me. Maybe I should cry for help, maybe I should kill myself;;
WC: 727 Muse: Sail by AWHOLNATION[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Racing on Jul 24, 2012 2:14:01 GMT -7
/sandpaper/
Blue glistened for a minute as it watched the stallion's emotion range, from wishing help to wishing harm. Insigh shuffled her hooves, fearing her Mistress less so now that one who could do real damage stood before her. She knew what had happened to her parents, her real parents, and prayed it wouldn't be a even slightly similar case today. The stallion moved close, and Isnigh breathed relief as he first bred her Mistress. But the horror flew onto her features as the stallion then bred her too. Oblivious to the feelings inside her Mistress, the mare snorted her discomfort as the feeling of pregnancy rippled through her bodice. It was not pleasant, but at least it was not the mare's first heat. Her first childbirth it would be, but she did not expect the pain it would bring, nor the pain she would feel when her Mistress put the dastardly plot she concocted into motion. Growth, growing, something inside of her... The thought scared This Isn't Your Fight, worrying and frightening her beyond reasonable thought. So when, what she supposed was her new Master and Mistress, moved off, the snowlike creature gaze a foal-like squeal and followed, remaining close, too close than she had to be; for the rope's allotment of space was not much, but it was enough, even with the stallion leading them.
It was only a minute before Isnigh realized she knew naught either of their names. "Sir?" She inquired softly, afraid to spook her Mistress into another viscous attack, "What is your name?" She did not bother telling hers, believing neither of the beautiful creatures in her ugly company would want it. But she needed something to call the stallion, as the spot of dominator in this mare's life was filled by Envy, and the mare didn't see room for a second dominator. Never had she imagined anymore a mate, not since Envy had claimed her. Fleet gray hooves struck the ground in a perfect rythym as she kept pace with the two, eyes down to the ground to not only ensure her step but hopefully also ensure her life.
[359 words. Sandpaper - Fozzy.] [/blockquote] |
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Post by ` k i w i ` on Aug 7, 2012 11:49:07 GMT -7
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