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Post by racechick on Oct 18, 2010 19:42:48 GMT -6
Dahlia Crimson fae loped easily into the land, grass and flowers littering the ground. Golden banner and whipcord strung out behind her, flapping loosely in the fresh spring air. She didn't really know where she was, but she had a good idea. It reeked of stallions, but equally of mares in season. . . She was in the breeding grounds. Arching her boa, the arabian mare continued forward, letting her creamy hazel globes ponder over whatever they pleased. She wasn't going to call any stallion over here, her tail pressed tightly between her haunches, so quietly she would wait. |
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Post by saedreamer on Oct 24, 2010 20:18:24 GMT -6
Love Like Winter Warn your warmth to turn away
Here it’s December, everyday
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely you’ll say (love like winter)
For of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made Dappled grey stallion flared his nostrils as he stood at the top of a hill, looking down at all of the stallions and mares together. Some came and left qickly, some stalions fought between mares. To him, he would want all of these mares, that was just how greedy he felt.
Soon though, a single mare caught his attention, she was alone, and the other stallions seemed to caught up in their own pleasures to notice her. Taking this as his chance he tore off down the hill, slowing as he approached her, the glint in his eye being shoved into the back of his mind. He would use a few of his tricks if he had to in order to get his first mare.
"Hello fae. Now what would a beauty as youself being in a plac such as this, all. By. Yourself."
As he spoke, he walked around her, his eyes staying on her to judge her reactions. His light dappled pelt brushed against hers, if his plan worked... he might even be able to have the possibility of gaining his first newborn after a bit...
Running his muzzle over her back, the grey stag took in her scent, memorizing it, just for the case that she might become his. Then he would know if she went missing or if someone took her. He was good at memorizing smells of those he had an eye for... It was put t good use too.
"If you are here... then perhaps you are looking for someone to help create your first foal with, or are ther different reasons looming in your head?"
His eyes studied her for a bit, curious as to how she would react to his presence. It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
He wanted love. I taste of blood
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth
From years before, from years before |
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Post by racechick on Oct 24, 2010 20:42:42 GMT -6
Dahlia Amber pools caught sight of a marvelous motley stag, her boa arching neatly in the signature arabian head set. Nostrils flared, the pasty part of her eyes showings, soldiers proudly standing forward on her crown. Dahlia squealed as the stallion rounded her mass, letting her auds swivel as he moved, the vixen prancing on the tips of her ivory plates. She listened to everything he said before finally replying, "Neither you see, just passing through." She retaliated, winking at the brute as she tucked her crown just slightly behind the vertical. The fae watched the cow move, noting that he was rather handsome.
"And what's a big boy like you doing out here?" She countered, her tone amorously and longing. Her ginger orbs locking with his of charcoal, a devilish grin setting on her muzzle. |
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Post by saedreamer on Oct 24, 2010 20:55:45 GMT -6
Love Like Winter Warn your warmth to turn away
Here it’s December, everyday
Press your lips to the sculptures
And surely you’ll say (love like winter)
For of sugar and ice, I am made, I am made Dappled grey stallion watched the mare prance on the tips of her hooves, he shook his mane as the glint returned to his eyes once he saw her smirk. The glint was that of power, grace and his harsh figting ability. Showing both sides of him, the good and the bad as he spoke ou clearly to her. His tall frame circling her once more.
"Well, fae, I am simply here looking or loners like yourself and offering them a place to stay. A wonderful place to leave where everything feels like a dream, no threats or dangerous creature. Simply the safest place you could only dream of. I am here, offering you passage into my home."
He looked down at her, his banner and tail swaying in th soft breeze. He knew what he wa doing, using his land as a lure. Nothing about the land was a lie. That was something he was not big on. Was lying. Not telling the whole truth was not something he was forced to do so, he used it when he could. It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
He wanted love. I taste of blood
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth
From years before, from years before [/quote] |
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Post by racechick on Oct 24, 2010 21:12:29 GMT -6
Dahlia Burned crimson fae arched her collar, flaxen banner draping down over her gently dished face. "Well sir, if you might oblige me with your name, I may consider accompanying you in your terra." She eyed him carefully, letting the flame that burned in them reveal her enticing and stimulating side. A cheeky grin covered her face, "I'm Dahlia." She added, winking at the stag. He was rather handsome and arousing, but Dahlia wasn't sure if he was the right stallion for her. Auburn globes watched his mass, studying his ever feature. |
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Post by saedreamer on Oct 25, 2010 4:27:15 GMT -6
Love Like Winter Warn your warmth to turn away
Here it’s December, everyday Winter smirked as he looked at the mare, his neck now arched, allowing his dark grey mane flow forward slightly. Extending a leg forward he bowed to her politely, like any 'gentleman' would do.
"My name, Dahlia, would be Love Like Winter. I am known around though, as simply Winter."
His eyes burned with an untamable fire as he watched her, neck arched and her mane draping her beautiful face. He had been drawn to her color and the fact that she was alone, besides that he was now admiring her spirit, something he had much more of than he was showing. But thagain in truth... Winter was mainly has, and still was, hiding his true nature... It’s in the blood, it’s in the blood
I met my love before I was born
He wanted love. I taste of blood
He bit my lip, and drank my warmth |
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Post by racechick on Oct 25, 2010 12:24:46 GMT -6
Dahlia Stepping elegantly into a prancing trot, the scarlet and champagne colored mare eyed him flirtatiously, a cheeky smile pulling at the sides of her muzzle. "Well then Winter, why not show me the way to your land." She suggested, extending her almost perfectly straight columns. Tail flagged half heartedly, her instincts still telling her that something was off about this stallion. Harks swiveled, optics widening, heart racing. She broke into a canter, her mass easily and seemingly effortlessly lifting as her hind pillars launched her forward. Her caramel pools watched the stallion as they continued from the land toward his terra. |
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Post by saedreamer on Oct 25, 2010 16:05:03 GMT -6
OOC: okay as soon as his claimed is accepted by someone we can post there.
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Post by racechick on Nov 1, 2010 10:43:04 GMT -6
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