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Post by » leviathan. ]] on Apr 18, 2009 17:35:11 GMT -5
A monster, the small pond showed his reflection of malice, a caption would be easy to plaster on and call it truth. Untamable, unlovable, demonic, and alone. He’d heard every one of them spluttered in his directions like razor blade kisses. Tasteful and sweet on the outside, then they’d split the skin and watch you bleed out. Was he all that bad? Hell yeah.The proclaimed titles screeched by anyone and everyone he shot a glance to since birth, were they true? Yes. All of them, tantalizing remarks, aimed solely at taking him down. None should know the reverse effect would prevail. The vengeful flora sent their shattering spawn into the murky aqua, warping his mirror as he stood. The seeds floated and twirled atop the surface. A face that could shatter even liquid. Laughable. One who shamed himself with loneliness and self pity. Hilllarios.
Fleety strides stained the recurring stillness of the pond, wading across the icy water. A brindled cloak of seal left stained black, strong tendons and muscles accommodated him outwards of the murk. Cleansed, the flowing deluge purified him, symbolic of the clearing of mind and body alike. Awkwardly turning, a curtly sweet glance was offered to the far side of the river, sheepish almost, but the ever-lasting smirk was still there. But none were there to claim it as their own; it was his alone.
In rage so deep. None could find his passion on a common ground of their own. Tendrils were thrown skyward, stripping them of some liquid weighing them pin straight. A somber language radiated from him, it spoke of misery and pain, but composure was held firm and bulletproof. Wandering, he was captivated by the surroundings, somber, moutainous, and concealed. Perfect. A frown cursed his disposition; there was no one else to be found. You know what they say, cut off your nose to spite your face. It’s kind of like that, it always has been. None came to the pity party, so watch the rain extinguish the candles, and see the cake disintegrate.
Rolls of thunder roused his harks, the sprinkling rain had hardly phased him. Wind-whipped trees dropped more of their spores, the particles shot down in their prime, a feeling oh-so familiar. A flash of anger tainted his thoughts, recurring memories of a father unwilling to understand. Cast out and abandoned, but he carried on with a thought of domination, pleasing at the time. ”You damn trees deserve it.” With a sullen gaze he allowed his poll to raise once more, scanning the surroundings, dreary, as expected. As fast as a bullwhip could crack, he was off, a steady pace, joints cracked, relieving the tension pent up inside. But what good could it do? It would have been about as effective as trying to contain a tsunami within a thimble. It just doesn’t work. Melodic steps sang to him in the way he’d never heard before. The thundering and churning of hooves across the damp Earth, the sounds of body and soul making contact. Vines whipped past him as he dashed through the thicket. It was such a natural high of his. The dampness consumed him as he continued his plight, it chilled the over worked machine some might call a body. Teardrops flared, permitting more oxygen into the lungs. He would seize this land, and call it his own. Though, the finding of a terra came with its price. A queen, he sought, one who obeyed. Someday one would come and quench his thirst. She’d come one day, one day soon, and so would the others to be claimed.
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Post by fudo on Apr 18, 2009 18:37:00 GMT -5
Maybe this 'leader' will be different, for the terrestrial king merely seemed me as a snack food, and nothing else. Apollo seemed to view the meager equine as merely an accident, a simple case of thrush irritating the bottom of his frog. Oh but she had heard that he had claimed a beauty of painted proportions; both onyx and alabaster, such a heroin with an tongue of venom. All was amusing to the bitch, as she could never see such a 'king' loving such a ..... harlot. All that knew not though, she supposed a dense amount of such alliances were scattered around the parcels of land that she had ventured upon. Equally desolate as the pathways Fudo had ventured before, merely less... hazardous. That was better for its worth as the femora keeped a steady three-beat staccato on her never-ending trek. Rose flickering from their coffins as mist seemed to cling to her tendrils; sheening the bay roan to an illuminated state before the light sprinkle became drops that showered her diaphragm in their wake. Oh joyful.
The deluge of liquid didn't bother her, but it was a burden on her pace as the Dulcinea was careful not to lose her footing on a particularly wet spot. Banner flickering with abit of agitation as her pace lengthened, strides ground-eating in an attempt to almost out-run the scattering of h2o. Puffs of carbon escaped her lean chassis; drawing in sickly with each absorption of the oxygen collecting in the surrounding zephyr. Like a weird sense of deja vu; cologne of yet another masculine tainted her nasal canals as disk of mahogany rolled within their deathbeds, oh, another that she would have to interact with. How stupendous. Tossing - now drenched - dread-locked tassels of Stygian, and the maiden only coiled her sinew to produce an almost predatory slink to her petite diaphragm. The sound of thundering hooves over the sodden toposhere only confirmed her beliefs as tiara turned; pupils narrowing 'pon the massive creature who had produced the rolling drum of hoof beats.
Ah, so he ran to run? That was new, something the two might have in common. The point of becoming still was momentary in the femora's mind, ever -connected on what would become of her next executed movements. Cranium rose, extending as dome bobbed like a dummy being shook before curvature arched her finely chiseled tiara into her breasts with ease. Might as well play with the local residents. Deadpan expression returned once more in her umber glasses; the only harmonics radiating from the duchess's bodice were that of a soft rumbling soprano. Whip raising; haunches seeming to protest before launching the equine to-wards the baron. Bay roan blankets soaked to the skin with the liquid camouflage.
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Post by » leviathan. ]] on Apr 18, 2009 19:35:16 GMT -5
The spoors had won the race to alert Leviathan. Swiveling on a dime, a roan mistress was docked into the scene. Surely she hadn't overheard his lapse into anger among the flora. However, if she did, she had best keep quiet about it. Awkwardly-shaded occs scanned her, she was a looker, her tones complimenting his nearly perfectly. Evidently, an afleet mare stood before him, her triads of strides fluent and flowing. The mistress' shrill cries tossed his system a screwball. This one should be fun. A quiet smirk painted his facade. Pools once glazed over by the liquid surroundings were washed away by clarifying light. Nares brushed over her once, a high-pitched stallion-Esq squeal rocked his chords. Auxiliaries launched skyward, banner flicked at the mare and a pirouette spin achieved. A victory buck was tossed as he galloped away from her, careful to intentionally miss as his flits pent-up with power popped out wards.
Four sets in, he jerked back counter clock-wise, heading back for her. Skidding to a stop right before colliding with the mare, he smiled curtly. "Leviathan. Rogue King...you are?" he chirped, acting as quirky as possible. Daggers unsheathed, mug split wide to allow for the bitch's reaction. Quickly lashing out, he nipped at her muscular shoulder, immediately whiplashing back from the potential counter-strike. "Sorry, gotta keep the pimp-tooth strong!" A childish giggle erupted from his mug, immediately firming his composure.
On a more serious note, the varg eyes her quizzically, sizing her up. "You're the first I've seen around here. Tell me, where have you come from. What is your allegiance?" Squinting, he sniffed her over, running his incisors down her back, a dorsal stripe of saliva streaking his path. "Certainly not Rogue, Thestral? No. Dark? You do smell like that Dreadknott fellow. A lot like him. Are you his queen? A peasant?" An onslaught of questions followed, surely if he didn't quit she'd drown in his menagerie of questions. Grunting, he looked to her again, invisible brow line raising in anticipation for her response.
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Post by fudo on Apr 18, 2009 19:59:52 GMT -5
Ah, so he would respond to the essa, and indue time also. Smile laced the chords of the mistress; tiara lowering along with her shank in due respect to the King that over-powered these seemingly desolate lands. Satin gag grazed over her complexion; of incomplete statue as scars marred the near perfect sculpture with their grotesque beings. Antenna collapsed 'top her bonce, engraved in their coffins before one aerial rose from her tiara as bemused mien danced across her sculpted facial features. Seeing the Patriarch whirl in his findings; soprano notes harmonized with the pumping of his sinew and the tapping of his daggers in a shrill aria of drollery.
Ah, then the questions bombarded the duclinea. Her name, her alliance, her... everything it seemed. Even what she seemed to be doing here. Not that was a question worth asking, for even the inamorata knew not. By chance most likely - not out of mere decision. 'Cause we all wake up one morning and scream out in song; I WANT TO RUN WITH THE ROUGES!' Enveloping her laughter within her breast, Fudo listened now with straining harks to his epitaph. Ah, pleasure is mine Leviathan. I am Fudo. Lyrics seemed to almost be sung from her taut cords; dancing to wards his own fleshy tympanums as a nip reflected pain 'pon her blades. It wasn't sharp, merely a mild pinch as chortle escaped her trachea and in response, fore rose from the topsoil. Iron struck the zephyr, battling at unknown enemies as prospectives - enticed by movement - turned salient beneath her alabaster-freckled blankets. Tinkling giggle of her own now suppressing the playful aura that followed the knight, aureate disks never leaving his diaphragm out of habit - and intrugement.
Soon the childish mood hardened into a more serious inquiry. Oh, what was she doing here? So fudo decided to answer that first, and foremost. I don't even know what I am doing around here, sire. I move as as wish, when I wish, and I simply fell upon you. Although I did meet the threstral king a few miles over. Pleasant being. Rolling her gems within their deathbeds; cerebrum took in deciphering the rest of his lyrics to produce her own responses. I prefer to stand under no alliance, knight, for I am a mere loner. I bend and sway as I wish, with who pleases me. Smirk stretched the harlot's labium's, whip raising in mere curiosity a dancing steps began to grynate around the Bruno with interest. Shank arching before extending to graze her velvet surfaces along his haunches, scaling over his stifle joint and to the powerful paddles that his bod harbored. Harsh expelling of oxygen escaped her breast as Fudo cataloged his aroma for further meetings, she would become dignified in that aroma. Although, I do like it here, not as.... treacherous as the previous homeland. I don't know how he does it there. Almost seeming to shrug, the equine narrowed her disks and scanned over his anatomy once more, almost inquiring.
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Post by » leviathan. ]] on Apr 18, 2009 20:41:27 GMT -5
Flirty. Possibly as quirky as me, yet, bathed in sanity? Could her level-headedness be retained, despite my bullshit? Interesting, memorable, she's got a lovely face. So like the others, though! That simply ABHOREABLE Spizz. Ghost, the super-bitch-diva-whore-extrordinare. Hrist, that mere child, would sacrifice nearly anything for Purgatory. The digression of my thoughts is a never ending plague. So, a free spirit? The harlot pays no homage to any land of specific interest? Leviathan liked the sound of that. A feral grin creased his lapin, pools narrowed as he circled her slowly, absorbing her features, the characteristics that painted the picture of this Fudo. A series of musical notes wavering by the chord played a song that charged up his brain waves, flipping him inside out. She's like cocaine, heroin, alcohol, and vicodin. She's my addiction, my addiction.
Smiles of malice were retained stiffly as he gazed at her, deciding what exactly to do with her in silence. Determined to play with her just a little more, he bolted quickly for the pond screaming deeply before he crashed into the deluge, his form thrashed about the water. Periphs opened to the cloudy abyss of murky dirt swirling around him. Disturbed by the rash movements of Leviathan, small fish flocked from his thrashing auxiliaries. Surfacing again, eye whites were visibly exposed, leaving little pupil to be seen. Fountains of muck infested water shot from the divorced mug held skyward. Black as night, crania dipped once again beneath the cesspit of fish and soil. Snaking through the wasteland, he encountered the attacks of some less that pleased aquatic creatures. Leaping up the side of the bank, having not emerged since his previous disappearance, a jaw containing a full blast's worth of water was ejected at Fudo.
Not as treacherous? Well, we have monsters here. Did you see that thing in the water? Scariest shit I've ever seen, let me tell you. Snorting the excess material that had invaded his lungs, he looked up at her with blood-shot eyes and a discontented smirk on his face. Fido---Fudo, excuse me, if you like to tempt fate, swim lake monsters and put up with my bouts of insanity, you're welcome to do so. A playful snarl rolled off his tongue at the reference to the "lake monster". I don't recommend it! He self-retorted starkly.
A friend here, however, does seem mildly appealing. Still unsure of his own intentions to wards her, he grunted. Undecided, unsure, just what to do? She'd have to let him know on her own.
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Post by fudo on Apr 18, 2009 21:00:19 GMT -5
Yes, she was all those and more, thank you very much. She was the very thing that you wanted, and nothing you could ever need. The heroin to an addict. The exact replica of the thought that popped into that poor bastard's head as they shoved that thin needle into their bloodstream. I should stop. I don't need this... but it feels so good... And then you were off on a high that lasted a good few hours(or less) and left you feeling nauseas and craving more of the substance. Not much of a whxore; more a classier version of the bitch's that crowded these lands in desperate needs of having their precious ovaries shrouded with a youth of their own. God help the bastard that decided to dance with this demoness; the ever-wandering free spirit that decided what she wanted when she wanted it done and so forth. It was their dead-end; but maybe her intriguing nature was simply more than the skin-deep that beauty was.
'Brow' arched in curiosity as the Patriarch hauled ass to the putrid water's edge, sending his physique crashing through the fetid liquid without a blink of an curtain cross an occuli. She could see the game that he played with her, and she was as fond as to play along for a short while. What else did she have to do? Arching her cervix; Fudo bounded after the pasha in gaping strides that seemed to envelop the entirety of her 14h bodice. Crashing into the 'lake' of some sorts, spraying her counterpart with an good amount of the sludge as clangorous whinny escaped her trachea. Upper lip flipping to reveal dark spots on her webby skin, a trademark of the roan coloring that webbed her endless expanse of veins. Chassis peacocking as arching steps brought her closer and closer, circling his bodice now with elegance. Shoulder lifting in a maneuver of almost... - performing a dance. Seductive and intimate, yet mild and controlled. Flickering her whipcord dramatically and flamboyantly, the damsel propelled her bod through the sickening 'water' and slithered from the depths as if shadows rolled from her shoulders, chest, haunches, and barrel with each stride taken from the pasha and the grotesque brook. Pivoting on her hock with ease, the maiden faced her overlord once more. Bemused smirk over her gag. I will stay as long as I wish, but thank you sire, for allowing me here. Shaking her anatomy, sending droplets heading his direction - Fudo dropped her tiara and bowed in respect to the caliph.
So come and get me. Roses erected from their coffins, aerate orbs steadying on his diaphragm with a fire that danced deep within their fiery depths. Her stance prideful, yet not arrogant. That was Fudo, such a wild card.
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Post by » leviathan. ]] on Apr 18, 2009 21:33:31 GMT -5
Reading her body language intently, she radiated once concise message to Leviathan. "Come get me, I'm waiting." Her circling driving him wild as he had watched her elegantly glide through the stained pool. Might as well paint her striped and call her Hrist. The child, so niave and stupid. She threw herself at Purgatory with a timid glance, but in that she still did. She was a whore. But she was smart. It took a little more than the attention span of a tot to know he was king. I'll have her dead unpon my next meeting with Purgatory in that wretched swamp. I'll gall her and display her hide, shamed, for all to see. The idea of skinning the little filly alive fired him up, an intense burn crawling under his skin, running through his veins. But the feeling was to stop short, Fudo was here now. Not Spizz, Hrist, or Ghost. And unlike the trio of sinners that God himself wouldn't know a great enough punishment for, Fudo brought feelings other than of rage and shell-shocked recurrances. She wanted him, he liked it.
Reprocussions existed, however, for if this was a mare of another following, deviant of her alliance. For then, there would surely be hell to pay. I paid all the hell the world could throw at me long ago. A charming, yet still devious smile laced his mug, basalisk rolling like a rattler's hiss. Whites exposed again as he stared at her with desire, rearing as his chords supressed to a low alto. Would it be cliche of me to say I like the way you move? 'Cause hunnie, I do. A perfect drug. But a queen? Time would have to tell. You've gotta try on the shoes before you know the fit, after all.
So good to be true, mare, no alliance and you come to me. Are you certain? Or will we have to elope? I can manage either. He cackled with a wink, circling her again, extending his nip to the opposite shoulder. If Apollo or Dreadknot come to hunt me down, it would be quite the show...sounds fun! Clearing his throat, he tossed his poll skyward, then under and over again, launching once again toward the lake. Pulling a one-eighty back towards her, Leviathan jerked his head back twice, taunting her to dive in. The water is just fine, darling. Join me? Intentions were secured now, he knew, she knew.
It's your move.
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Post by fudo on Apr 18, 2009 21:50:37 GMT -5
Oh darling, I crave the desire that radiates from every pore of your body. I know you like what you see, and baby, I can't complain much either. I like this game, and am glad to be a participant. Just keep me interested darling; this vixen needs to work for something day by day. Chortle of bemusement escaped her esophagus with gusto, throwing back her tiara and rolling her occs with diversion. Seeming almost to shrug one shoulder once more, the bitch stopped her momentary motions to appreciate his commentary with an tangy savoring. Ah. I do appreciate it, although, I have nothing to complain about.
Mischievous smirk danced 'pon her labium's brims; stygian columns propelling the Dulcinea closer to the stag with an surprising ease. No joints creaked, only the fluidly arching motion of each footfall upon the sod beneath her petite diaphragm. Enamels exposed - curtains pulling back before incisors ran along his spinal column seductively. Fudo wasn't a whxre, merely seductive and charming in a way that heightened the urning that burned for the Dulcinea deep within his breast. Maybe you were lucky enough to be granted the deep harboring emotions of this vixen, but you would also have to work for those. Darling, I only wish. Soprano notes laced with an precarious undertone, the feel of his incisors against her rind in that ever familiar pinch brought a good-hearted squeal of resentment overlaid with a playful buck that rippled through her flanks and into her stilts.
Moving around his physique like liquid forms to its container, the mistress pranced past her counter-part; picking a four-beat metronome as she sprinted past the bruno. Whipcord flashing over her haunches with ease as she entered the sludge, whinnying as the femora bounded deeper into the oppressive liquid and turned her twinkling gems to peer 'pon this knight with an bemused expression of fascination. Looks like the little girl, beat you.
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Post by » leviathan. ]] on Apr 18, 2009 22:24:57 GMT -5
A concealed shiver radiated down from his spine as her ivories rippled down the taut flesh. There was somthing utterly devilish about her, somthing that Leviathan had a habit of finding alluring, and maybe just a little too much at that. A buck, following closely in unison with hers created a wave with staggering amplitude. Webbings stained their pitch-resemblant hue at the water's wavering edges. Chilling laps of aqua sent another shiver, shocking his core, the waves of electricity stressing him internaly. Excuse me for a moment. He muttered quietly before launching his crania downward. Submurged under water, he let out a scream of tension, bubbles straining over his face as he released all the oxygen in his lungs. Teardrops were the only visible portion of his breach, inhaling precious gasses before he ducked under again, wading over towards her.
Leathers puckered, releasing a minimal amount of bubbles over her shoulder, no nip this time. After slowly running circular motions over her side, he silently sunk deeper, awkward under water gait carrying him to a stop facing her. Forehead exposed as he quietly rose, black tendrils pin straight as they streaked his face in nearly the exact shade. Be careful what you wish for. He hummed as he spat more water in her direction. Submerging again, his poll raised beneath her stomach, nudging her lightly before he ducked out and swam to her side. Occs watched her intently as dentals lowered to her stifle, chewing on them softly before his basalisk rolled out into a playful lick.
Narrowing once more, somewhat unsure, his pools stared on her coldly, but the feeling was quickly discarded. No time now for a wrench in the plan. Circling her at a faster gait, his agression grew, shrill squeals followed ecstatic bucks, rears, and nips. A show off, one who had found himself a devilish spitfire, one that knew just what he was looking for. Factors replayed in his mind, reminding him of just the type of situation he had gotten himself into plenty of times before. Sure, you would have thought by now he would learn. But hell, once a crazy stallion, always a crazy stallion.
Lingering on, taking his merry time, he wanted to know just what would make her tick, then, and only then would he act. Like a trainwreck, it happens when you least expect it, and disaster is just around the courner.
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Post by fudo on Apr 18, 2009 22:45:15 GMT -5
Clearly amused at his reaction, the inamorata merely nodded in respect to his wishes as she watched the oxygen created bubbles flutter to the surface as a scream erupted from his tonsil far beneath the putrid stink. The domes 'top the water broke, gurgling almost in protest to their wreckage as Leviathan surfaced to exhale carbon and intake an harsh breath of the oxygen.
She could feel the currents banter her diaphragm as he approached; giggle of soft soprano keys escaping her larynx as bubbles popped across her withers causing a deep ripple of excitement - known as being ticklish - to ripple through her anatomy. Forelimb rose, arching into a beautiful crescent moon only to fall into the depths beneath her physique with unmeasurable force. Stirring the aquatic creatures from their skins - much less their hiding places. Whip spun from its bone, twirling in the furor undulating through her fibers. The stream of his bodice moved through the liquid, circling her physique as an apprehension rose in the breast of the vixen. Chuckle once more rose in Fudo's chassis, watching with almost pursued labium's as the equine rose from the depths, dripping wet. You're even more handsome soaking, sire. But those sopranos would never pierce the zephyr, never. She may like his company, but him knowing that, would bring a power over her. That would be unfortunate.
His mood quickly changed from being the innocence of a playful colt, to the masculine brutality of an matured stallion. Curvature of her nape curled taut, muscles coiling as she reacted to the deluge of teasing with a snort of amusement before swishing her banner cross her flanks and winking to him devilishly. Side-passing with the elegance and grace of a practiced dressage mount, the mare touched his bod with her own for one tantalizing moment - savoring of the slick threads against one another before bounding from his reach. Only pivoting when once more, she faced him, shrugging her blades characteristically before producing an almost Spanish walk. Every prospective 'pon her petite bod rippled in response to the dramatic movement, paper-thins fanning out to expose their crimson hued counterparts. Each movement now seemed under toned with a dare, and aura of; I know you want me baby. Maybe I want you too, but honey, you have to work for what you want the most.
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Post by » leviathan. ]] on Apr 18, 2009 23:11:26 GMT -5
An awe-inspiring chassis was swung away from him just as he was about to seize the opprotunity. Occs wavered between various focal points before settling back on her with a certain tone of disapproval, but no matter. She'd be drawn into temptation in time. Like two objects, warped in each other's gravity. Leverage would have its way, it always did. He'd pull her one way, she'd jerk him another. Eventually they'd tucker out of their teasing and he'd take what he wanted. Silently standing, motionless and periphs closed tight, he saw her outline in his mind, the surroundings, hues mix matched in the negative of his mind. Like a photo snapped by a polaroid, the seemingly endless black would fade into color as shades pulled up, watching her. Pistons backed up slowly, seeming as though he would duck out and just bolt. Somthing she'd expect out of him by now, for sure. Solemnly he looked to his rippled reflection in the water, snorting and watching the surface part.
Moments lasted between any motion, and as he hoped she wasn't watching. Then, ripping across the water towards her, basalisk splitting his leathers as they rehydrated immidiately, salivation running down his chin. Slamming on the breaks, a wave broke over her, expression narrowed in on her once more. You thought it was gonna happen? Huh, just like that? He'd break her, surely he would. Levi never fell for one unwilling, they always came to him. A waltz-resemblant step carried her infront of her, soaked banner whipped at her, but never striking her form as he cracked it back down to the murky surface stained mocha under their disturbance. Walking forward, he looked into the vines and flora of the forest, the mountains peeking above the canopy consumed him, his intention persuaded elsewhere for just a brief moment.
Looking at her with a cocky smile as his spine contorted, he tossed his crania and smirked. She already knew what he was up to, she was sure of it. If she cracked, so be it, he'd take what he wanted from her. If not, oh well. Leviathan had a preciveable annoying habit of picking your brain. He'd read deep into your body language, and react on it in an opposite way. He wanted to see you crack, to break the unbreakable. He just needs time, and girl, he has pleanty of it.
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Post by fudo on Apr 18, 2009 23:26:05 GMT -5
It was evident in Fudo's gaze that his courtship was done. Over with. He wanted one thing, and he wanted it then and there from her. Nope buddy. Doesn't work like that. If he wanted her, he would sure as hell come and get her. If not? What else was new, some other bastard could come groveling at her irons. It was a never-ending cycle, although her inf actuation with the brute had yet to cease. So the bitch admired the horribly bi-polar bastard - such a predicament for him. You may think I will break, but dear sweet darling, you're going to have to prove to me that you're more than just a pretty face.
Fudo watched now with mere curiosity; half-expecting him to turn and run at her dejection of her claiming. Almost surprised to see him part from the depths of the water's currents and approach her with baritones that curled within her cerebrum like the venom of a snake. Correction - I expect nothing from you. Assuming, they all assumed beyond their worth.Sideways glances were stolen as his equally precise footfalls brought the bruno before the vixen; shank once more coiling as each string of sinew bulged from their resting spots. Only relaxing when the harsh curve too - laxed. The sharp crack of his whipcord flinging itself back around brought the femora back to her reality. Back to where she stood - standing prideful yet soaking wet with the Patriarch of this alliance of her own kind. Who would of thought of the bedraggled equine here when she had first started out? Not herself.
Ah, the cockiness that echoed through his diaphragm was ever- familiar. So you decided to become like the rest of them, hm? Simply wanting to have what non other could obtain? Take a taste of the forbidden fruit? Choke on this. Her own smirk latched her gag, prospectives reacting as the duclinea positioned herself. In an fluid arch of her limbs, the three-beat staccato flowed from her breasts and launched the mare into it's ever-familiar cadence with ease. If he wanted to stay there and look for whatever else came around, that was ok. Fudo never stayed in one place too long, and she didn't expect him to plead her back, and she wouldn't go too far. Just enough for him to miss her. Maybe.
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Post by » leviathan. ]] on Apr 18, 2009 23:53:26 GMT -5
Where in god's name are you going? He spat, aggitated by her resistance and his ego slightly bruised. Contorting his spine to face her, his stride was matched to hers, though no faster, at risk of causing her to bolt straight into the death-trap of the forest. If you don't know exactly what you're doing, that forest will swallow you whole. It almost claimed me, afterall. Lexics were laced with a certain sort of malice and arrogance, as if she should know she was tempting fate its self. Gait increased as he tossed his occs into the backs of his skull, he was falling into her trap, and he knew it. Forced to sawllow his pride, though the least he could do was stop her from stupidly allowing herself to be the reaper's newest pal.
Skidding in front of her, his head was jutted out towards her chest, hopefully slowing her down. Look, I know what you're doing. I hate to say it's working, darling. So you get what you want. What is it? A family? A good friend? A home? Though he hated admitting it, she was charming, captivating, he was drawn to her. What of it? So he'd just be another pawn in her game. Was it worth it? Possibly. She was a mare, they looked for just more than just "one thing". Well, I expect somthing from you - that is not to act irrationaly? Huh, look at me, preaching rationality when I can't pin it down myself. Yeah, I'm hypocritical. No, I'm not perfect, maybe I'm just pretty on the outside, maybe. But, I'd like you to not die if you don't mind. Glaring at her spitefully, then turning away as he walked into the trees, dissapearing amongst the vines.
Would she follow, could she? Surely his scent would lead her to him, if she wanted to. Though, that wasn't possible. Mares like her wanted somthing that he could never have. A heart, a stable mind? Sure, it was there somewhere. No such sight to be shown. Fill me in when I meet your standards, hun. His low alto could easily be heard from wherever she was.
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Post by fudo on Apr 19, 2009 0:09:02 GMT -5
Where in god's name was she going anyway? Hell, Fudo had simply darted where her heart had seen before. That was the forest line, the apparent means of her demise if she persisted by the lyrics of the rather annoyed - yet worried vocals of her counterpart. Turning her column to peer 'pon the knight, the Dulcinea sighed extravagantly and rolled those pretty little eyes of her within her scullery. She knew she had him, and Fudo couldn't say she enjoyed knowing that she did. But as he did proceed after her, she also knew he was letting a big guard of his fall away in order to preserve her own diaphragm. Now that was a knight in shining armor. Most other brutes would have let her go and moved onto the next heated creature in nearest range. You earned major brownie points, boy.
Chuckle broke the agitation that swam in her cerebrum; muzzle gliding over his sleek seal colored skin with an seductive flair to her motions as the Dulcinea. Darling - you gave me exactly what I wanted. If he didn't know already, he was never going to. Fudo wanted him - body, soul, and mind. Then he could have what he wanted, on her time of course. In truth, she already adored the slightly bi-polar and ever hypocritical male with more emotion than she desired to proclaim. But he would earn it, he already earned her inf actuation. Fine, M'lord, I promise. Quivering softly of her labiums, then traced the pattern of his barrel. I solemnly swear I will not kill myself, for your liking.
Watching him pivot, 'brow' rose in curiosity as she deciphered his alto chords with an bemused look crossed her delicately chiseled features. Too late. You're stuck with me, just like you wanted. Banner swished, fumigating the zephyr round them with her sickly sweet fertile aroma as a shrill call shrieked from her vocal cords, once more bouncing lope progressed her past him, teasing now. But in good nature.
You got the jackpot. But what how you spend it.
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Post by » leviathan. ]] on Apr 19, 2009 0:42:28 GMT -5
Not paying any particular heed to her words, he wasn't expecting there to be any anyhow, as she rocketed passed him teasingly, he quickly halted and stared at her quizzically. Catching the last of her words, he cocked his head to the side and stared in on her. Wait, what? he nearly had to choke out. Following her swiftly, a hushed victory kick was tossed, he'd gotten what he desired, but she had received out of him what she needed, in a likewise fasion. So it's not that hard? You don't just want the power? The spoils of royalty? Facinating. Facinating, indeed, this one was a cut above the rest, way above. Congratulations. You've passed my test, too. How are my acting skills? Not to shabby, eh? You've earned out of me all that I want. You've got my respect hun, and that, that is no small feat. Spizz and Hrist immidiately came to mind as he said it, they'd been shamed, and he'd be certain they'd meet their death for their ways. But this one was different. Not cut out of a prepackaged mold hell-bent on fame and a side by the throne. Though tainted his method may be, in all honesty Leviathan did seek somthing more out of her then just some spoiled little arm candy sitting in on his bullshit for the title of somthing other than "harlot" or "bitch".
Not to say she wasn't gorgeous, because she wasn't homely, not by a long shot. Enthralled once again by her mannerisms, he simply offered in eyeroll in responce. Enchanting sways and motion drawing him in, he was under her spell, that was for certain. The essa's leathers brushed him over a few times before he was forced to take a step back and absorb it. I'm quite screwed up, huh? Humming the words quirkily as he offered her his curtly little smile that she had witnessed upon their meeting, labrums rolled in before he allowed them to suction out in a 'pop'. Teardrops flared as her scent trailed off behind her, sending a colt-like buck through him, his playfull mood returning.
Back to the lake? That water is awfly warm, and the rain chilled this place pretty well. Nipping at her rump, he whinnied and wheeled back towards the opening to the clearing, loudly proclaiming; I bet you anything I'll beat you there. Tearing through vines and small trees, he finally broke into the clearing, auxillaries withdrawed towards his chassis as he tumbled into the water, surfacing to watch her surely brisk return, the blackness of the water darkening his hue once more.
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