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Colt
i think i lost myself ; under your control
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Post by PLAGUE ;; on Jan 28, 2011 23:28:34 GMT -5
Executioner [/size] c a r e f u l . w h a t . y o u . f e e l Good lord, what was all the fuss about? This place is actually, in a way, repulsive, there is no real forage, it is dry except for pathetic puddles of water that can barely pass as ponds, and the dangers that lurk here are much too many to count. Lovers breed then leave, which is smart, because really, this place is like the druggie street in your town, full of con men and off-the-wall crazy whores and whore-takers, stern brutes beating whimpering fae's into submission, the whole time whispering 'my way and you can leave, but if you insist on pain and being defiant.....'. Sick. Disgusting. The echoing screams of tormented equines ringing in his sensitive black harks like sirens, warping his brain into play-dough. Executioner just didn't get it, the stallion he had met while scoping out the land and winked and told him that this was the place to go, so he had gone. You know what, it sucked, made his delicate skin crawl and shiver, his heart pound a mile a minute, and his nostrils to flare, drinking in sickening scents carried by the stagnant air. A small, bleeding filly limped past him, shying away when he turned to ask her in she was okay and scrambling up a small, rocking hill. A larger stallion trotted from the cave that the bloody mare had come from, rage twisting his charming features into that of a monster. He screamed for her to come back, which made the pathetic little creature scamper even faster, tasting freedom but not quite seeing it yet. Exe shook his large, elegant cranium in distaste, turning down a slopping, muddy trail and venturing down it curiously, massive, dish shaped flint striking the raw earth with power and authority. The crude path lead him to a open space overlooking a shadowed pond, giving him the vantage point of being able to see the lush, thick green grounds farther out in the valley, blossoming trees swaying gently in a warm breeze that was blocked by the rock walls. He sighed, missing the open space, and continued to look around the god-forsaken land.[/center][/color] |
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Post by Raine on Jan 29, 2011 4:47:46 GMT -5
He was beautiful, a real beauty. Bliss had not seen anything like him, he was tall, dark and very handsome. She came to a halt, shivering all over. She tried desperatley to clean her wounds or to hide them at least. She hoped he wouldn't see the state she was in at the moment, it would be sure to disgust him.The bay stallion was still raging at her, she turned to stare at him. ''I don't need this Spinner, why can't you just leave me be!" She tuned to him, and took a strong step forward. "I can't be doing with you any longer, get out of my life would you!"
She knew she was a bitch, a slut and that was that. He tried to change me, so much so I just wanted to kill him! The chestnut filly heard a clatter of hooves on the rocks, Bliss spinned round and caught a glimpse of his terrified eyes. And then she was over. Whailing, in pain, she squirmed desperatly on her back under the massive weight of her once, childhood friend.
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Post by PLAGUE ;; on Jan 30, 2011 20:54:55 GMT -5
Executioner [/size] c a r e f u l . w h a t . y o u . f e e lIt was a call, that of a helpless young fae, that vibrated in his brain, turning his once-calm demenour into that of a blood-soaked killer as he squealed and charged down the rocking hill, turning him on auto pilot, turning him into his gory past. An extremely pissed stud lunged against the ginger dove, knocking her over in a fit of rage, the brute actions of the other stallion sending the once fighting-stag into a tizzy of adrenaline and bottomless anger, and as Exe cleared a rather large boulder, he rammed his powerful chest into the barrel of the bay, ivories slashing the air and tearing delecate skin with experience. No one could beat him yet, the Crying Fresian had found, and after years of fighting, he had just gotten better, constant training, jeering, and lusting studs twisting his kind, calm, and lazy personality into a hard-headed, cocky, and lusting ass-head. But he was over that now, or was, but the sight of a horse hurting another horse had sent him into the void of pissed off anger, which he was curently taking out by slashing the brute who had been called 'Spinner' with his hooves, teeth, and exotic bod.[/center] |
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Post by Raine on Feb 4, 2011 12:58:12 GMT -5
Bliss
Bliss shrieked her bood stained body shuddered under the weight of the two stallions. She scrambled up, heaving under the pressure. With a crack and a whail she flinched and gave in. Her brain, ticking over. Her eyes watering, she felt dizzy. She felt strange. Her eyes closed, and she was out like a light.
w/c: 64 - sorry its so short :/
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Post by PLAGUE ;; on Feb 4, 2011 20:04:24 GMT -5
Executioner [/size] c a r e f u l . w h a t . y o u . f e e lWith a deep growl the shadow brute sunk his teeth into the shoulder of the raging bay and tore back, crimson splashing down his jowls and dripping onto the barren ground, harks pinned flat against his skull. Exe didn't know this ginger fae, but he felt the need to protect her, for she seemed so.... small and helpless, he didn't see how someone could hurt another equine like that, it was vile. He rammed his large, athletic bod into the bay's, pushing him out of the way before he took up a protective stance beside the passed out dove, fronts spread wide, tail flicking in annoyance, eyes narrowed to slits. The wind twined through the rocky landscape like a ghost, bringing with it the fresh smells of emerald grass and thick orchards that drifted up the nares of all breathing things, taunting, inviting them to travel over to the more serene lands. [/center] occ; frmmfhgh >< sorry about the short post, low muse x.x |
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Post by PLAGUE ;; on Feb 13, 2011 19:12:48 GMT -5
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