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Post by racechick on Jan 6, 2011 11:52:59 GMT -6
Sigaf As the aurulent fae spun around, Sigaf's heart raced, sending adrenaline gushing through his veins. Her molars attached to his neck, tearing at the flesh. Scarlet blood oozed from the laceration, the pearly porcelain king's eyes stoked into a raging fire, one that burned deep in his intestines. The cow didn't stay for the second attack, leaping to the side to avoid the mare's flying hooves. He spun around on his hocks, looking back just in time to see the mare cantering away. Her strides long and determined to get her as far away from them as possible; but Sigaf wasn't done yet.
Pushing himself into the air, the stag galloped after the vixen. His blood boiled as he chased her, harks hinged tightly to his skull. He was closing in on her, his nose at her flank and his legs stretching out to propel his faster. As he came steadily next to her, he cut sideways, slamming his mass into hers. He lost his balance, his columns becoming tangled with hers and sending him toppling. The brute came to his hooves, head low and globes narrowed into slits. "You really thought you would get away with that? Are you that stupid mare?!" His voice elevated, his heart beating faster, and pillars quivering as he waited to make his next move.
Sigaf lunged again, letting his ivories pierce the flesh on her cheek. His jowls jammed shut, the coppery and salty taste flooding his mouth. His teeth parted, the stag stepping backward. A snort rang through his nares, and an irritated stomp of his hoof, then he turned. She wasn't worth it, and he couldn't afford to kill one of his members yet; there were too few now. Sigaf arched his neck, letting a patterned and rhythmic two beat gait flow through his legs. He stopped next to Diva, letting his muzzle crease her boa, before nipping her somewhat angrily but with a hint of affection.
Another snort, this one mostly of relief, past through his nostrils, before the brute turned toward the foals. Diablo and Pandora, looking more and more like him in structure everyday. The stallion ambled to his crest, letting his cranial cavity drop low so he could half-heartedly lip at the emerald strands that formed a sea of green in the terra. Sigaf gaze fell back to Crash, he would be keeping a sharp eye on her, he wouldn't have her trying to escape. |
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Post by crashandtheband on Jan 8, 2011 12:22:22 GMT -6
The femme watched as the tangled mass of legs mixed with hers. causing the brute to slip and fall. As he raised himself again she began to back away but not before his sharpened ivories caught her cheek. They scrapped across the flesh, not doing much damage but it would hurt all the same. She squeled angrily, rearing up and away from the stag.
"You may think me stupid but at least I am not a mindless, thoughtless rapist like you, brute," she spat, words dripping with vemon and hatred.
Soldiers jammed tightly against her tiara, she lashed out half-heartedly with heavy daggers, not aiming to hit anything as his two beat stried carried him further away from her. Alone again, she slowly bent her aching knees until they touched the ground. Slipping easily onto the ground, she rested her maw on the grass, eyes hal-closing. She needed to get out of here. And soon. She wouldn't survive her. She would rather die than have to live here.
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Post by Ashley on Jan 10, 2011 23:08:01 GMT -6
Smiling she entered the area where the rest of the herd was, she was trying to stay away from everyone recently. She wasn't much of a mare that liked herd life. She instead despised it actually, it brought a sour taste to her mouth. What a shame really that her very own life had to be wasted on this. Honest and fair she didn't really deserve to be here. She would rather of been anywhere but here. It probably would be best for her foal though to grow up in a herd. She had another foal before this wasn't any different.
" Hello Sigaf, and Crash." Sick of this little fight she walked away quietly, her round stomach making her look weird and funny at the same time she didn't care.
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Post by racechick on Jan 12, 2011 12:00:27 GMT -6
Sigaf The Porcelain King Ivory crown turned toward the honey sweet voice of a fae, it was familiar voice, but he didn't know exactly whom it was till he turned to face her. "Juliet. Where have you been?" His tone demanded an answer, the brute trotting after her as she walked away. Her belly was swollen, orbs narrowing and soldiers attaching themselves tightly to his skull. He hadn't bred her, or he didn't remember doing it, which meant she had let another stallion contaminate his property. Rage filled the stag's obsidian globes, jowls parting, pillars propelling him into a lunge at the fae. Molars latched around the collar of her boa, shaking his cranial cavity side to side; like a rabid dog.
Salty liquid seeped into his mouth, pleasing his taste buds, his jaws fastening a bit tighter. Pushing his full mass into her, the cow was going to send them tumbling, but that would give him the advantage. On the brink of toppling, Sigaf released his hold on her nape, rolling his weight back over his hocks. He trotted a tight circle, rounding to face Juliet, "What were you thinking mare?" He questioned, his pitch elevating; Muscles quivered as he resisted the urge to attack her bodice once again.
Taking a single step toward her, only inches from one another, Sigaf out-stretched his muzzle; nipping the tip of her nose. Arching his crane, letting pasty tassels fall into the view of his ink pools, "You'll be lucky if I let that fowl thing live." He threatened. Soldiers still pressed tightly, like a fresh suit, to his boa, nipping at the air between them; Before trotting around her and heading toward Crash yet again. "Diva!" He bellowed, cantering toward the dun fae, he watched for the painted vixen to come to his call. "I want you to get the foals and Juliet, I want everyone together. Understand?" His resonance was acid to the auds. He didn't wait for an answer, "Do it now." He commanded, nipping at the space between them.
Crash was before him now, the cow stepping sideways around her, and nipping her rump. "Move it." He coerced, letting his ivories penetrate her pelt once more. Sigaf pushed her toward where Diva was collecting the other members, slowing to an amble once Crash was on her way. Anger still flooded his veins, adrenaline numbing him to what was happening, giving him somewhat of a high. A smirk pulled at the sides of his velveteens, oh the fun he was going to have. |
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Post by crashandtheband on Jan 12, 2011 13:30:54 GMT -6
Move it The harsh lyrics reached her pinned ears as she frowned at the oncoming brute. She raised quickly to her feet, not wanting to be stuck in a compromising position when he was anywhere near her. Her orbs watched him carefully, staring him down when he rounded her rump. Squeling angrily as he nipped her, she kicked out at him, not going to take any bull from him any more no matter the consequences.
She grudgingly obeyed his orders, hooves dragging slightly as she forced herself to move towards the gathering of equines. She had been properly introuduced to everyone but she was in no mood to do it now. her soldiers left defiantly flat against her tiara, her orbs narrowed angrily, tail flicking with each step she took. Her orbs flickered to the brute behindher. What was he planning? The unknown scared her, especally when it came to him.
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Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Jan 12, 2011 13:42:32 GMT -6
Nightingale So this was it? Better than she expected, Sigaf's intricate tale was actually passing her standards, though she would take any shelter at this point. The elements have worn much too big of a hole on her immune system lately. Clear syrups ran down the openings of her nares. She sniffled and pressed her maw on her shoulder. A few figures of unknown gender and...persona formed that small herd he had fondly mentioned in the Battle Grounds. She painted on a faint smile, nothing more than a crack in her thick pink lips. It was often hard, for Nightingale to interact, but right now she called upon at least a gram of emotion to get her through the day and help her be accepted in this band of horses.
Warm blue spheres settled on a patch of lengthy pastel flowers in front of the group, just begging her to give them a taste. She fumbled into a run, chunks of mud that was previously packed in her ivory plates sprung into the atmosphere. In the norm, an elegant transition from trot to gallop would take place, but saliva flooded her mouth and she couldn't keep it waiting any longer. Crania tipped down, she breathed in all that was ripe, fresh, and moist grass- talking the plants into her watery cave with caution to savor every bit. This wasn't so bad...She breathed heavily and anxiously waited for her rescuer to arrive.
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Muse: Oh-kay.
Notes: Nm. |
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Post by Ashley on Jan 12, 2011 15:48:06 GMT -6
She snorted softly turning her head back to Sigaf, a fool she thought. He couldn't even remember forcing her did he? well then it was only his own loss wasn't it. She hadn't been out of the land nor had she let any stallion close to her. No stallion would have been brave enough to test this mare, only a fool would be to do that. Out of stupidity was the only reason why they would do that. She knew that much at least. Sigaf was the fool she thought bitterly to herself quietly. Thinking that some other stag had got to her before he did.
She would talk with him give him a taste of his own medicine. She walked up slowly to him, her ears pinned. Don't kill him, although she couldn't she better not make an attempt. " Where have I been? In your land just away from everyone else was, I haven't even left your land. So now I'm stuck carrying your foal, if you can't remember what a pitiful father you'll make." She glared at him for forgetting that she was here and carrying his stupid foal.
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Post by racechick on Jan 13, 2011 13:07:22 GMT -6
OOC- Ash I'm confizzled... Sigaf never force bred Juliet, only forced her to come with him. Sigaf The Porcelain... Karma would get her, that d*mn filthy mare, just letting any old brute have his way with her; stupid wh*re. The anger burned in Sigaf's stomach, Juliet was going to be punished... And servely at that. Milky cow stood proudly by the group of mares and foals, crane tall, soldiers curious atop his attic. Ink pools washed his terra carefully, there was an intruder, ribcage filling with oxygen; then slowly releasing it. Cillia in his nares captured the familiar sent, his brain rapidly finding it's owner. Nightingale; she had arrived. A handsome smirk pulled across his onyx lined lips, the cow trotting toward the fae to greet her.
Instead of being his normally, as he would put it, laothsome mood, the brute decided it was time to turn on the charm. "Well hello deary, I see you've made it here... With ease, I hope." His introduction was sweet, somewhat caring, the pasty stag shaking his crown in self- disgust. Her gleaming aureate pelt, like gold in the sunlight, and her frost white tassels hung gently on her boa, perfection she was. "So, what do you think of my terrian?" He asked, remembering the detailed way in which he had described his territory before.
Nares inhaled softly, catching her enticing aroma again, a quiver rushing down his spine. This was going to be harder than he had imagined. He wanted to try and control himself around her, but that wasn't going to happen, he could barely control himself now. Sigaf took a bold, but hesitant from his normally fluid movements, step toward the vixen, letting his muzzle crease her collar till it came to rest on her withers. Ivories parted carefully, itching; where he knew she couldn't reach on her own, till his jowls started to ache.
Gone, where had the time gone? Night was quickly falling upon them, Sigaf, with a single stride, moved behind Nightingale; Nipping her hide, herding her toward the others. Juliet, Crash, Diva, Pandora, and Diablo, all within at least ten feet of each other, as the pair of horses approached. "Everyone, this is Nightingale. Nightingale, this is Diva, Pandora, Diablo, Crash, and Juliet." He introduced the herd to their newest member. Though Nightingale hadn't quiet agreed to stay here, Sigaf knew that she would be, he wasn't going to let another possible member escape. Erosaf had already gotten away, pearls ground in his jaws, the brute parting his rows of teeth from one another. Orbs scanned over the herd's faces, trying to read their reactions to the new mare, all seemed to be going well... So far. -------------- Words- Around 430-440 Muse- Okay... I guess Notes- Nope |
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Post by Ashley on Jan 13, 2011 17:43:41 GMT -6
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Post by racechick on Jan 13, 2011 19:17:11 GMT -6
OOC- Srry, i forgot u post in that thread... my bad lol
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Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Jan 17, 2011 19:51:35 GMT -6
OOC - reply coming!!!!
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Post by cowgirl4lyfe on Jan 18, 2011 23:58:45 GMT -6
Nightingale The dappled fae wore a blank expression as she munched. Her auds had fallen like lazy branches from her golden cap, and her tail drug the ground. The very next sensation she felt was one that brought a smidgen of pleasure to her hollow being. It was the pearly stag, his stride echoed in her mind and his breath warmed her hide. She turned to greet him, pushing together their silken muzzles so that they formed one ball of pink velvet. "It is impressive, stallion." she still refrained to speak his name, but the high vowels were itching to belch from her throat. Sigaf! She trumpeted to herself at the pinch of his pearls collapsing on the folds of her skin. "A Porcelain King?" she exclaimed only loud enough for her own perception.
Lavender not only filled her nose but it also hazed the evening sky. A crescent moon gawked at the horizon. Night would soon be upon the herd. Anxious for the time in which her nocturnal heart would shine its brightest, she jogged down the hillside and waited along Sigaf's flank like a small fish hooked to a whale belly. Taking in the many colored pools bulging with curiosity onto her figure was annoying, she shot daggers at those who questioned her superiority with a hoof-stomp or snarl. Most appeared friendly, all but one smokey black Arabian mare...
"You must be Juliet, pleasure meeting you, I am Nightingale." she squared her shoulders, arching her neck proudly with creme banners swirling her breast. She didn't normally care for meeting other horses, or even getting to know the ones around her, but asserting her dominance during her stay was a must, even if she disappeared tomorrow, noon-time. Nightingale, the feathered heart, she never stayed in one place for too long.
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Muse: Fine.
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Post by crashandtheband on Jan 19, 2011 16:16:20 GMT -6
Crash studied the newest arrival. Yet another mindless creature to add to the growing collection. Lovely. She watched in disgust at the show of affection the mare had for the brute. It sickened her. Soldiers retreated, nostrils flaring but she said nothing, giving them each a look of distaste. This new mare held no interest to her in the slightest now other than repulsion. Turning her back to the little 'gathering', the dun hued fae returned to her quiet spot, away from the confusion and noise from the rest of the 'herd'.
Night was falling quickly, her nerves becoming frazzled. If she could not trust anyone here long enough to close her eyes during the sunlit hours what chance had she of staying safe during the night? A shudder ran through her, suspicious orbs travelling the shadows around her, tracing each shape to define what is was.
Sooner rather than later she would need sleep but for now she was content to stand still in her spot of peace in this land of horror and plan her escape from this nightmare. She needed to get out of here and soon, she couldn't survive much longer at this rate.
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