xX When I Said "We", You Know I Meant "Me" Xx

[fudo]

He actually thought she wanted power? Well, you're more naive than she thought, but she finds it rather adorable now than a side of vulnerability she would later chew out on. Power is something most female's want; the huge idea that their parents implant within their brains as if they all were born pretty enough, they could be the queen of a strong alliance. If Fudo fit the bill of such a matriarch, it was merely by chance. She didn't care, and with soft sopranos that seemed to harmonize in her trachea, the duchess spoke.I thought I liked you because of your power? She stopped momentarily to roll her occs, clearly bemused in the worst fashion.If you were the loneliest equine on the face of the earth because you carried some horrible disease, i would probably still be so intrigued by you. Ok, she said it. That was as close as you were getting to saying she liked you. Maybe ever. So savor those sweet words.

Taking a more serious inquiry, bonce lowered to where velvet surfaces grazed the Earth with their tender surfaces before once more shank curvatures extravagantly. Paper - thins being blow through, expanding their circumference to expose webbed counter-parts. The bow was executed & completed as desired from the duchess who ruled them. Your respect is what I wanted - what I wanted foremost at least. It is my honor to behold it, M'lord. The devilish glint still remained within her occs, but a shadowing of what seemed acceptance too cowered over the translucent lenses. She was happy for once, knowing that at least something was real in her future. Simply not an eternity spend wandering. She had a place to call 'home', at least for now.

The mood brightening entirely as the bruno proclaimed the water. Although the sludge was repulsive, it was warm and soothing to her aching sinew - and as the femora tilted her cranial skyward she was delighted to see the rain had ceased to slather the two equines. When had that happened? Shriek of protest escaped the vox of Fudo; haunches once more propelled the duclinea after the knight in a full-sprint to their destination. Pressing force into the grimy fluid as her diaphragm slammed through the wake behind his, roses pinning in mock agitation as nostrils turned skyward. You win, this time. With the most innocent look 'pon her features, incisors grasped his blankets and tugged before sprinting down the lake. Splashing water in her wake as she went.[/size]

[» leviathan. ]]]

Still intrigued, really? Interesting now. You couldn't exactly tell by the way you act, hmm? Guarded, very much so! Lexicals were lyrical and deep, seeming as though he was lost in the revelation of his own thought. A character, he surely was. Lukewarm waves lapped his sides, tendrils intertwined into particles of silt and murk. Daggars exposed slowly beneath divorcing labrums, tenderly musing over the essa's withers, and ending with a quick and quirky nip. Tassles were carelesly tossed skyward, his composure held firm and muscles flexed taut. Churning auxillaries encircled him 'round the femmora. Poll dipping under the water, then resurfacing quickly to splash her. A high alto squeal shook his diaphragm, stiffining his joints and then launching off what leverage he could gain from the loosely-packed lakebed.

I'm glad we can check that one off the list. He muttered, facing her head on now. To make this clear, however, I can make no definite promises to the role of Queen for you. You're priority, respectively, but I have a true test to give before I know what's best. A smile comprised of both regret at his own words, and a pleased glance at the future painted up his features, waiting for her responce. Sure, Fudo had everything he wanted in a Queen, but there was risk involved in being rash with decisions. Memories of places past haunted him, surely he'd rise from the ashes of failure and see success through his little escapade as King of the Rogues.

Silently thinking to himself, he was urged to bring the focus back to her. But I'm sure it's no huge reason to fret, hmm? No particular attention would be paid to her responce, not because he didn't care, but for fear of the reaction. Harks flicked back in anticipation. Taking a step forward, flints expelled all miniscule pond like from their curious ways, the creatures darting about for the shallower shores for some sence of security. But in this hell, no such security could exist anywhere.

[fudo]

But if I hadn't been so guarded, would you think of me as anything less than those purebred whxores which crowd your body.? Tiara shifted; gems gazing over the entirety of the monster as 'brow' rose in regard. Treble harmonics slicing the zephyr like a hot knife would cut cool butter. Don't congratulate yourself too much solider, you have my attention, not my heart. Beguiling grin contorted the gag of the harlot;nobody could ever have her amity. An non-pocessable item of sorts. Fudo would stay as she pleased and come and go to his irritation, but this is where she would return. Incisors that embed-ed within her withers caused a metallic ring to escape the finely-tuned cords, strung tight and wired with the pyre of youth flickering in her trachea.

Singular receiver stirred in their coffin; erecting like the dead arisen as deadpan expression returned to the pupil's of her occs. She didn't much wish for power; but she could have it so close, so tight within her fist, so why didn't Fudo pressure the knight into simply giving her the title? I understand, Leviathan. It was the first time his name that ever scoured the arena of her tonsil's, bouncing the syllabes 'round her lanyrx with an refreshed abeyant to her corpse. Of course - as with every new name she spoke - Fudo rolled the name on her tongue once more. Leviathan. Grin helixed her cork. I didn't expect for me to come here, and you find me anything like what you wished for, I understand that there are others out there. Better than I am, like the threstral lady, Isolde. So much better, and believe me sire, you can keep looking. Cranial dropped into the murky depths; paper-thins clamped in reaction to the murky depths, only sight her roses flickering 'top her bonce, listening as his alto tones soothed her inner beast.

I don't need to fret. Never. Fudo was truly never hastened to do merely anything, and she wouldn't be now in this day and age. She was a rouge, a different kind from the loose-willed demons she had encountered, but one all the same. His apprehension in her answer was showed by a nonchalant domineer radiating from his pores, 'brow' rising as slipped steps brought the femora from the liquid of the bog. Stigmatic worms shrouded her blankets, stirring the bay roan entirely as a sigh escaped her chassis. Soft exhalant of used molecules shrouding the air before disappearing before disks without much of a silvery apparition in the zephyr. Whipcord flickered, over her haunches and down her sinewy limbs to rest contently. Crown dropping, velvet lips dancing across the muddy bands as she too, awaited an reply.

[» leviathan. ]]]

Mmm. MAYBE! Maybe it was just your pretty face. But we'll never know, now will we? He struddered as his colt like behaviour took over again, a trans like state warping his thoughts as he swayed to some rythym unheard of to the rest of the world. A world of his own consumed him, blackness tunneled his vision. DISORDER! A squeal shot straight from the pits of hell wrang through his chords as he took to bolting in a clockwise motion around the vixen at hand. Tassles rounded his frame, flailing behind him like an institutionalized patient escaped from their squishy little hell hole as he took a three beat gait through the plague like muck shrouding him to the shoulder. Eerily silent he kept pools strictly on her, whites exposing as he reared and then tossed a victory buck. Vacous chest beated coldly with a pulse - one he could feel. Unusual, but invigorating none the less.

Daggars were exposed in a white flash, snagging down over her withers as he turned and dodged the potential backlash with an over extended set of bounds, possibly soaking her, drenching him. Black hues stained his hide with a richer pigment than tar, and it spread like the plague. Monstorous and to be quaing, terrifying, the seventeen point one hand Thoroughbred stood, towering over the meek little mistress he'd soon call his very own. She, and the others. A sickening cackle cast of malice and spite vortexed from his leathers, a glazed look in his eye as he took a slower, more deliberate waltz around her frame, eyeing her features and whinnying sickningly to his self as he got some sort of sick pleasure just by being within three feet of her. Imagination ran wild, her scent bringing him in like a cocaine addict to his powder.

Deciding on how to respond to her words, a slight nod was used as aknowledgement to what she was saying, though not neccescarily in agreement. Isolde's got nothing on you, hunny. And just as the thought was finished, another roar of laughter, devoid of all in character and sanity as he circled the mistress once more. I like what I see. A wild snort, nostrils flared as teeth crushed down on her withers again. And she'd be mine soon enough.

[fudo]

Chortle of amusement struck her chords. Beauty is nothing to me, Sire. Her words seemed to flicker from the forked tongue of a serpent as the essa watched the knight with a raise of her 'brow.' He seemed to be as much as testosterone bastard as she had seen in the others. Thank god your mind is fresh, M'lord. Smirk wormed across the velvet surface of her gag as the dulcinea watched as his diaphragm snaked around her own. Thrilled in seeing his movements circle round her. It was a destructive emotion; lust, vanity, but suppose she had never felt it before. Wasn't she entitled?

The feel of his enamels gouged in her skin caused a shriek to well in her larynx. Echoing in the eerie depths of the tree tops as sharp exalt escaped her paper thins. No feet of diameter could keep her backlash away from his as she charged him; ivories attempting to grasp the skin of his chest as she pulled away with almost a frantic notion to her back-tracking. This beautiful waltz was a game, and as Fudo refracted to where she stood before, she let the King come closer to her this time. Seeing the undulates of pleasure writhe in his body as a curious, and amusing thought entered her cranial. Oh darling. What will happen if I do allow you to claim my womb and you feel your sword inhabit my cavity? Sheer madness? Suppressing a chuckle, soprano harmonics called to the intoxicated equine. What am I to you? Much like the estrogen driven bitches you had former inhabited? Oh darling. I might be a tight fxck, but you'll have to work for every pleasurable thing that touches your skin. As if emphasizing her vocals.[bore in a rather sexy tone] infrastructure scraped seductively over his chest and across his barrel. Taunting the Knight with her presence.

I'm sure you do. Banner flashed the perfume of her heat across his nasal canals. She allowed him free will - for now. Whicker of seduction escaping her vox as her scent basked across his skin; soaking his flesh with the intoxicating aroma as snort blew through her dilated nasals. The pain that had before been oriented with his teeth crushing her withers now sent a shiver of pleasure down her spinal column in mere lust. You want to play me baby, you play me rough. Occs rolling as the same string of insanity bended as Leviathan danced 'pon it, chuckles accompanied in a malice symphony that echoed in the canopies. The only pin-pointed mark of the equines? The birds that cleared from over-head, cawing in frustration.

[» leviathan. ]]]

Fantastic. Spitting sarcasticly, an offly urgent toss was given to his optics. I always get the goddamn crazy ones. I'm a psyco magnet. Daggars were ground impatiently, pools narrowed as he jutted his fusilogue forward. A high pitched squeal broke his frustrations, auxillaries lifting skyward just over the teasing mare. Though soon enough, she'd be bolting forward making him go for the chase, he knew. Rising once more, an unpredicted bolt was made towards the trees, dodgining the menagerie of fawna he dove through the underbrush. Following closely to the tree line, pariphs never fully left Fudo's chassis. Juxtaposing himself to her front, he lashed out of the trees, flailing wildly and just missing her as his form once more barrel rolled into the lake, skidding and slipping, falling and tumbling over himself until finaly momentum wore down. Facing the surface, a krakatoa eruption of liquid streamed in every direction. Tassle and toung tossed, the water spout soaked anything within a fifteen foot radius.

Still and silence moulded him in its graps, coldly awaiting a reaction, his crest lowered to meet the shimmering cesspit below. You can't make anything easy, can you? Muttering solumnly at his reflection, entwined tendrils fired pin straight, releasing droplets of water back into their murky home once more. Dishes lagged him out of the basin, deluges running down his patchwork and sloshing a tsunami's worth of liquid onto the loam. Occs bored deep into her, a wonderment to him how such a meek form of mare could toss him into such a fit.

Waltzing his way behind her, his crania was rested gently on her withers. You do know just how to tourment me so, my mare.

[fudo]

But you're as insane as I, my king. Smirk crossed the velvet surface of the bitch's labium. Her attack had merely succeeded in sending both equines tumbling at a rapid pace into the murky sludge that banks they stood upon. Squeal of amusement pierced the zephyr around them; the shrouded liquid clinging to her tendrils as brow rose in curiosity to the movements of this knight.

If I made anything easy, would my life be half as fun? Somewhere behind the scowl was an expression of humor - however contorted it could be. Arching limbs brought the femoral towards the darkened arena of Levi, incisors working across the string of his shank before dropping to the depths below. Her movements filled with grace - pride without arrogance. Almost protection - more so claim. Yet he could have anyone he would so like. and he probably will...

Chuckle of malice escaped her larynx, echoing in his tympanums as jaws turned to massage his cheekbone with their satin surface before returning to linger 'bove the swaying water. Now isn't that the whole of it, sire? Shiver escaped down her spine, allowing him to momentarily rest himself 'pon her shoulders.

[» leviathan. ]]]

Sniggering to himself, the varg arched a prideful crest, glissading 'round her frame stealthfully, yet purpousefully allowing their tendrils to entertwine as he caressed her fusilogue with his own. "Perhaps not, perhaps so. But mare, you keep this up and you're gonna see the shit hit the fan." A more serious tone bonded with his average alto tone, even and flowy, yet corsetted with harsh and unforgiving undertones. "Frankly, I feel flattered that I'm worthy enough of being your playtoy, but you know how to rile up a boy like myself." Boring down on her, amaranthine gems were there to meet any glance she may have to offer.

Chortles cast and melted of malice and spite wrung out of the vixen's spitefull little mug, a snicker of victory. A silent hatred of her attitude warmed over him like a plague. Harks pinned flat, mock agression consuming his disposition, daggars divorced, rifting the center as they made their way at mach speed toward her gullet. A quick nip, jerk, and toss was made as the stag bolted from her side, swiveling on his own axis and pulling a dressage-quality levade. Flints snagged over her back, hastily advancing into an attempted centering of his mass, though a split decision uplifted him skyward again. Gritting ivories from within overlapped jowls, the stallion's disposition swayed.

Contoring himself to face her tendrils, with a swift nip and prolonged pull, and from between his dentals he hissed: "Come with me" With an additional quick jerk, the ess was dragged forcefully in the direction of the trees. Straining and struggling to drag the clearly unwilling mare allong, pariphs closed in cerebration.

[OOC: Eeep. Sorry it's so short and crappy. Dx Mah brain be frieddd.]

[fudo]

So now he was going to show dominance? After weathering being bound by the puppet strings of this mistress - he would decide to assert his authority and suddenly become 'king.?' Now, that is uncalled for monsieur. If you haven't established that with your followers on their first meeting instead of acting like a love-struck colt - she might respect you more for what your diaphragm and status behold. But dear me, I am sure you can find another whore to rule your alliance. Words are harsh M'lord, unrighteously so. Venom creeped from the velvet stage of her labium as she broke from his circuiting of her diaphragm; tassels shaking to rid the excess sludge from their dripping ends.

The only glance she offered the stallion was a mere impassive one. She was a free-spirit, remember? That same nerve enticing you to claim the thing that you thought you could never have? Good luck shattering her, because by the looks of it - Fudo would shatter your own physique before you could ever lain tooth or iron 'pon her physically or emotionally.

He attempted to mount her - or so it seemed. She could feel the sharp tugs from his ever-aggressive jowels and she responded in return. Ivories bared - coming 'cross his chocolate skin and attempting to rip hide from his skeletory system. He seemed to land atop her - but thought otherwise and dismounted before his implement could pierce her vaginal opening. He was getting ahead of himself - and any trust or liking in the 'King' had dissipated with his current motions. Stone-faced she looked at him; feeling the tug as he attempted to pull her into the surrounding flora. Pain richoted through her nape and across her shoulders as he pulled; but she balked - nearly spitting her words. I have no amount of reason to go with you. Not anymore, sire. Then she bucked, attempting to slam her body into his gripping muzzle.

[» leviathan. ]]]

I'll do this later. I'm actually getting pissed off trying to write this. =/