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Post by SunnyB on Jul 7, 2008 0:12:53 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
The very land seemed to gag out a cough, as rasping breath crossed the land, carrying with it an easily recognizable essence. Nay, taste, smell, sight... Every sense, even the sixth. Thus carried was the taste of death, the scent of sweat... The past, present, and future sights were easily recognized, even the very feeling was noticeable. The harsh exhaling carried with it the sound of moaning, perhaps an echo, as it whipped through the dense thicket. Once a home was created, it was so hard to desert, considering that home often contained lovers and mates, oh yes, this was that special place, that place that was so slowly dying with each life it gave.
Cracks broke the noise, branches grasping a hold, trying to steal her very life force, to replace their own... A place so full of life, framed by a cemetery, ironic, isn't it? Crooked hands ripped and tore at pale felt leaving bright scarlet to mar and disfigure such an ethereal proportion. Contrast. Red to white to black.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
Sinews bunched and stretched in pale motion, pantomimed only by the ever following shadow... Ever supported by a petite frame, yet propelled by slow intake, and outlet. Gangly legs, scantily clad, but for almost unnoticeable stockings, barely paler than her own lacing. Like molten silver, she crossed the border, not proceeding unheeded. Even the fine boned face she so delicately held proud was masked in a coating of fresh fluid. Orbs of a pale teal seemed to be the only available point that had escaped the bathing.
Just Break Me?
Tears began their descent. A descent from the heavens, it seemed... Both a blessing and a curse, what the barren earth, but for the dying bracken, desperately deserved, and yet, too much would destroy what little life was left. Great gasps of grey filtered the moonlight... Like liquid velvet, darkness caressed the land, crooning sweet lullabies to the ever shifting night.
The night was so wonderful, everything went unnoticed. It was so much more possible to just be. Everything that mattered was no longer important. Everything that hurt was kissed, and sent away. No worries, no trouble. Like carefree butterflies, just a-fluttering on the light breeze, worries bore no significance.
Could You Love Me?
"I couldn't do that!" A shocked gasp filled the night. "But it would not be a burden, would it?" Ah, she was speaking to herself, it made sense, only to her, the words she whispered into the midnight lullaby.
Only she could understand... If only her savior would come, what she'd give, and never take, what she'd only ever ask for. In truth, she'd give herself mind, body, and soul over and over and over again, if only it bore fruitful, and she'd end up happy. All she need was love, and everything she had, scant as it was, would belong to him. Or even her. She wouldn't mind if it was a mare, she didn't have a preference at this point.
Twin crescents flared, sigh exhaled. Maw peeked north, liquids taking in the twinkling. So faint, yet so bright, how was it possible to be both? "Just as you are so sweet and innocent, yet you are so tainted, the poisons leak through the cracks in your hide. You slowly turn into the night, so imperfect, yet precisely that..."
Make Me...
A crack echoed as four stones planted themselves, taking root as each piston planked. Whatever she'd heard was no longer there, yet carved cups craved the attention such useless noise so endlessly poured into them. But it was gone. Mug hung open, gaping, if you will, but shut with a snap. It was nothing.
And yet, she could see it... Not that she knew what it was, yet understanding fully that it was a fair manifestation of only a few of the voices she heard. She'd even named some of the more prominent ones. "Masque." The wheezing voice was not one, but many, and it stated the word, not as a question, but with full certainty.
She merely gave the slightest inclination of her maw, affirming the name. Sure, she saw and heard things, but she wasn't crazy, schizophrenic, was she?
Yet, waiting mere moments longer, she noted it's silence, and looked away. Once her steady gaze had returned, it had vanished. And she was alone. Like she always was.
Whole.
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Post by s o y ღ on Jul 11, 2008 9:42:18 GMT -5
becauseican
You shouldn't come here alone. Not when stallions like me are around.
He really needed to blow off some steam and stop thinking about Ruben. That palomino still bugged him, and the one he saw back in Sezlan must not be him. Of course. The one back there was just another palomino, who was of no relation to Leo. Blood bay snorted and walked on, hoping that at least one lone mare would be here. She would be the distraction that he needed. As he caught the scent of a mare, he realized that his footfalls were much too loud and angry. Leo needed to tone it down a bit. Carefully planned out steps were light and silent, or as silent as a thousand pound animal could be. He looked through his ebon fore lock, keeping his eyes hidden until he found out what she wanted. Mares could come here alone for a number of reasons. They could be desperate, looking for a mate. Though most of the force breeders lurking here weren't really interested in a life-long mate, especially not Leo. They could come here to be that damsel in distress, and cry and sob about it for the next few weeks. Some of them were simply lost, looking for a friend or a land where they could live and ended up here. Whatever the reason, it didn't matter. Leo didn't give a damn what her motives were, he would take whoever waited for him behind the briar.
Leo couldn't help noticing how this had escaped whatever had ruined the rest of the land. It seemed nice and innocent, and some disturbing smell was thick in the air. It made him gag at how sickly-sweet it was, and it made his stomach feel a bit upset. He'd much rather eat grass than whatever this smell was. Still, it was pretty amazing how monstrosities had covered the rest of the land and this little area had come out free. Maybe it was some sort of sign or omen? No, he almost laughed. Leo didn't believe in superstitions like that. It was on the next step he caugh sight of her creamy body, and wondered for a moment if it was her that had just spoke. He didn't quite catch the words that were said, but something was. Ah well. Maybe someone was with her. If it was a stallion, Leo would kill him. A mare, well, twice the more fun. Stallion stepped forth, looking at the mare with hidden eyes. Until he figured out what she wanted, whether if it was a knight in shining armor or just someone so she could rebel against her father or something, he would stay neutral. "Hello, I'm Leo." His voice was sort of pleasant, but mostly flat and toneless. "Do you know where you are?"
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Post by SunnyB on Jul 11, 2008 11:45:20 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
Crunch. Crunch. Snap. Crunch. Crunch. Snap.
And then it stopped, a brief pause, before resuming, albeit in a much less exaggerated repetition. Anger? Depression? Rebellion? Like she herself was mirrored unto this new presence. And yet.... predatorial. Something to be feared. Incomprehensible.
Hark betwixt the falling, and thou shalt find reason. And it was thus upon that Masque pondered, before once more speaking aloud to whomever, or whatever appeared before her.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
"Isn't it strange, how this place, one where life is given, it is also taken so easily? Y'know, what with the fools who are forced, whilst their mates stand back, dying without trying?" She nodded once, responding to her own voice. "We did notice that, but what can be expected? We know that coming here, it's especially dangerous for lights... And really, why such a central breeding ground? If we had a choice, we'd just let the love-fest begin wherever... Wouldn't it be fantastic?"
She paused, seeming to take her own words into consideration. "Then it is probably for the best that we are not in charge. Knowing us like we do, we'd likely end up destroying other females and stealing their mates."
"Ever the sinister one, aren't we?" She cackled lightly.
Just Break Me?
Bones shattered, sending Masque into a flying turn, leaping while spinning... An interesting movement for what appeared to be a rather incapable mare. It was both a wheel and skid at the same time. And while it may have impressed something in the innermost regions of her own mind, it likely made her seem the part of a fool. Perhaps even a panicked female, just waiting for her own mate to ravish her....
And yet, she glowered, hackles raising as she broke into a rather unnerving grin. Eyes both wide and shuttered with suspicion... It was like she couldn't make up her mind about what emotion she was trying to portray.
Could You Love Me?
She craned her neck, maw facing the original direction she'd been standing.
"Excuse us, some stallions just don't understand not to interrupt;" and facing back to wards the newcomer, she continued, "can't you see we were busy having a conversation? But no, someone had to intterrup--"
She broke off mid-thought.
"Pardon us, half of me is feeling rude today... I'm Masque, and I do wonder about that sometimes. But anyways, what do you want?" Mmm, perhaps a little short and stand-offish, but if her plan was to work out right, she'd have to make the words quick and blunt, and anything leftover would be forced into an enticing form.
Surely stallions liked 'enticing'? One could only hope anyways. This Leo... he seemed like the type who'd love a little fun, perhaps he could be the one?
Make Me...
It was decided. For now, this 'Leo' would be the one she could pursue. After all, why else would he come to a place dedicated to breeding, if not to breed to a: his mate, or b: a random mare, or stallion, if he swung that way...
But until he was proved otherwise, she'd continue to believe he was straight, and alone, so therefore eligible. And as a bonus, she would give herself up readily, willing, and as many times as he desired. She didn't mind the hurt or pain of the supposed 'force' as she had been destroyed many times over, she kind of liked it, as masochistic as that is.
And she whispered unto herself, "It's not force, if I don't say no.
If I want it."
Whole.
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Post by addictionbby on Jul 11, 2008 20:43:19 GMT -5
{A canyon dim and deep and cool was where he’d made his lair, A labyrinthine cavern strewn with bits of bone and hair, It smelled within of smoke and sin and blasphemy and dread, And none would choose to walk that way who were not walking dead.}
Life is so precious yet it is taken for granted a lot in this world today. Not many caring about their life saying how there life is nothing without something and usually these are what this Equine calls victims. The ones who make things that are so small into foolish grief‘s. The ones who made their life seem so terrible when some out there have the real troubles in life.©
This equines was born from it seemed the spawn of Satan himself, yet of course this could never happen. But how could someone’s heart be so cold, and with every where he travels most shiver as it seemed a cold front moved in. Emotion was something that was hardly ever used with this equine he preferred not showing it as it winds up getting you into arrogant ways.©
His mind was something way beyond his years, and such demented and torturing thoughts filled his every brain cell. As he stalked the earth in search of new victims to prey upon like a predator awaiting its prey. Staying to the shadows were nothing could be seen, only the scent of fresh blood filling the air the haunting whispers that he filled the air with. The moonlight he found to be the only light he agreed with.©
Gleaming eyes held a midnight hue. As they taunted his victims into complete and utter insanity with their mind straining to decide weather to live or die having only it seemed a second to get away, or fate would soon grasp them. Night kissed nostrils flared as scents were drug in with each breath that was taken. Heavy head was held with a grand jawbone, along with tilted ears that caught every shift of movement.©
Hooves glided over the ground as they churned up the soil with every step. Feather like hairs dancing upon each wicked hoof. Long powerful legs carried this Equine to a size of 17hh. Broad shoulders held up a deep barrel like chest that was pushed forward making the equine look twice his size. Hindquarters were unspeakable holding so much strength and immense speed.©
Smokey black flesh drifted over twisting and bulging muscles that seem to almost burst. Raven mane swirled like a spiders web in the gust of wind. Raven tail smacked the equines hindquarters. Drawing closer and closer towards another land. Thoughts screamed through the equines mind telling him to kill and destroy taste buds craving the copper taste of fresh blood.©
Tossing the wicked head and craning up his neck, as veins pulsed through the sweaty flesh. As wicked head was flung towards the heavens and a sound emitted form the raspy vocals it did not sound mortal at all nor did it seem like it could come from any mortal being but yet a demonic soul that lay within his icy heart. C’mon on my dear don’t run in fear come closer and closer with my tempting charm. (Fin)
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Post by SunnyB on Jul 11, 2008 21:32:18 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
Huh, mayhap he wasn't an intruder. But surely this new being was? It wasn't that killer darks were all that uncommon, really, it was the basic type for most darks. Though the strange breeze that had settled was rather off course. Perhaps this newcomer could very well break the stereotype? How interesting, and intrigueing... Yet so very plain, and uncommon.
Bay and black, truly the dark colors, as it seemed like such colors were the essence of evil. While palomino and perlino were the embodiment of the vayle itself. Though she couldn't see him yet, she could sense him... And rationale stated that he would be bay, black, chestnut, or smoky grey. Exceptions, like herself, did not count.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
The continuous crush of the nearby corpses seemed so commonplace at this point... Of course there was the origin of the destroyed underbrush, her own entrance into the single portion of abundant land that had not survived the previous season. Then of course was he who called himself "Leo." And now... this fellow.
Would he introduce himself? Would he use her? Likely it'd be the second, and not the first... Sometimes that's how it was... To be mercilessly used, and soon thereafter, abandoned once more.
Just Break Me?
Mmm, abandonment issues, delicious. After all, how much yummier could life be, when your constant fear was that anyone you had connected with, would quickly desert you. Harks twitched, crescents fluttered, jugular visually pumped, as rags caressed the ragged breathe.
He was here, whomever it was. He had not bothered to cover his trail, like 'Leo' had... In fact, it seemed he whole-heartedly embraced the idea of just waltzing in, interrupting, interrupting our conversation, as if it was nothing.
Could You Love Me?
"And who might you be?" Directed to an as of yet uncovered discovery. Whomever he was had yet to show himself. But she was brazen, she was bold.
And she wanted love damnit!
"We are Masque. And this is Leo, our new friend." Yes she was one of those types, the ones who would conclude that the world was fantastic, and everyone was their best friend for ever and ever.
Pfft no.
She couldn't really care less, unless of course, this stallion was willing to offer the love she craved and deserved? If he didn't and couldn't, well, fuck him. Literally and figuratively. In whichever order he'd like.
Make Me...
And as for Leo... Well, both at the same time, one at a time, however and whatever he wanted... Really, it was up to him, or this new masculine. It truthfully didn't matter to her, as long as she got what she wanted. And someday, she certainly would. This was her day.
Lucky, as it turned out... Two stallions, both looking for a good time? Obvious, due to the fact that both appeared to be alone. But, one of them would be hers. And she, theirs. And all would be good.
I'll never say no. Came a harsh whispered, perhaps they could hear, perhaps they couldn't. No big deal.
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Post by addictionbby on Jul 11, 2008 22:45:51 GMT -5
Ear drums rang with the vocals of the mare and stallion and that stood only inches from the edge of the forest, where this equine dwelled within the shadows. His element. No the sunlight was far to light for even this dark and he rarely ever ventured out into the beaming rays.
The large hooves stopped only a foot or two from the edge of the shadows, feather's that twirled around his steps stopped and lay in silence. Nostrils inhaling the divine scent that was given off from the stunning female, and the scent of this stallion stung his nostrils, snorting in disgust. He found his own gender to be quite arrogant and foolish. Though pride was everything to most darks.
His flesh dazzled with silver awards that cut his truly jet black flesh, it was slightly darker than most only for the reason the sunlight rarely touched him. Muscles that bulged and gave him a slightly larger build, as he already held a frame of seventeen hands. Inky eyes that held no emotion, were glossy and dazed as if he was not alive.
The equines touch was not fiery or warming, like most it seemed to have a frigid almost chilling tingle. As he watched the two carefully picking out every flaw, and weakness and finding every strength. The female was intriguing by looks as the stallion was searching for indeed what he intentionally set out to find as well a so called 'good time'.
Tail swatted against large hindquarters as he listened to their conversation, then the one welcoming it was to him. Ahh so she did know he was in fact there 'oh how exciting'. The whispers had begun to fill his thoughts quickly at the sound of her divine voice. 'Take her, break her, kill her'. Responding back to the whispers in his thoughts ' you stupid voices' They replied ' shut up, you would be nothing without me' Tartarus replied 'bite me'.
Waiting quite patiently lips parted and deep, demonic vocals rang out.
"Greetings..."
That was all though his words were oddly filled with a charming and tempting charm, it was alluring and odd for a dark stud to posse this trait. Though still lurking among the shadows as he waited for another response. Tilting the defined cranium to the side ever so slightly he listened to the voices once again, smirking as he waited for the stallion to act like an arrogant jackass.
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Post by s o y ღ on Jul 13, 2008 15:32:14 GMT -5
becauseicanwatch out. i bite.
[/color] Blood bay blinked as he watched her talk. How interesting. She was spaeking as if... as if he wasn't there, as if she was talking to something invisible. Now, don't get me wrong. Leo believed in almost nothing, other than his own insane actions. Still, wouldn't it be neat if there was an invisible horse? Half his thoughts wandered, imagining the havoc he could wreak if he was invisible. Not to mention all the things he could do without ever being seen... He kept a dark chuckle in while his other half thought more logically. He must plan out what he would say, do, think. He must plan out what she would say and do and think, too. It would be fun. They had all the time in the world. Wait--she was speaking again. Stallion tried hard to keep that befuddled look from spreaking across his face as the mare babbled on about how stallions were rude interrupting. Interrupting what? He opened and closed his mouth, feeling somewhat like a demented goldfish. Waiiiit. Stop. Back up. Did she say that half of her was feeling rude? Multiple personality disorder? Leo regarded her with new eyes, wondering if perhaps she was all right in the head. But, he really didn't care. He'd never had any experience dealing with a mare who was... well, like Masque. To be fair, Leo wasn't exactly right in the mind, either. But maybe she was a bit farther gone than Leo. Still, it didn't matter. He pasted on a smile. "Ah, my dear, that is fine. I'm not always polite, even on my best days. What I want?" He paused, and would've made up some absurd lie had he not smelt that stallion lurking in the shadows. A tremor of anger ran up and down his spine. Leo hated competition. Better get this over with quicker than he had once planned. "What I want, my lady, is none other than you." Quite the charmer, as always. His voice was rich and alluring as he moved towards her lightly delicate body. Oh shit, he better finish this quicker than he had planned. The large black stallion moved into view, and he was frickin' tall. Ebony-tipped ears fought the urge to lay flat against maroon skull. As I have mentioned, Leo does not like competition. Especially competition that is two hands taller than him. [ooc] short, sorreh... [/ooc] [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by SunnyB on Jul 14, 2008 0:20:45 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
Yes, as expected. Pitch in colors, pits for eyes, granite in place of hooves. T'was no petite creature who regarded her, at this moment. Friesian, perhaps? Whatever he was, was larger than either, with a frame of iron. Smoke curled in unreal wisps, rising from the machine standing before he. What a friggin' beast.
And yet... that Leo, he was still there... Who to choose? Who seemed likelier? Leo seemed more compassionate, more likely to hate her less... And yet, both seemed equally bent on her inner and outer destruction, be it her body, or slowly deteriorating mind.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
It was equally likely, that Leo was every bit the nasty mind that the newcomer was. Yes, the newcomer, as she did not know his name, he would continue to be 'the newcomer.'
So, the newcomer, twice her size in build, height and weight... Seemed fairly harsh, but really, that was the generalization of all darks anyways... 'Nasty, mean, rude, sarcastic, unfriendly, hates/kills/tortures lights, force breeds for fun, bitchy, merciless,' the list truly went on forever, all the types that could be given for your average dark. And the newcomer certainly fit the bill. Ah, how her perfection would be marred.
And yet Leo, who was, give or take a bit, equal to her size... He appeared more calculating, more devious, the kind to truly plan ahead. Even through the apparent insanity, he'd likely think his way through things.
Just Break Me?
"We're still curious who you are... " Came the exasperated reply. "But we don't mind." A grin and a sly wink... She backed up, now able to face both stallions more efficiently. "This is Leo, and that is Newcomer. Yes, we've named him Newcomer." She allowed her hallucination to take in the information, listening to the silent response. "Why do you have to be like that? We were just doing our thing...." At this point, who really knew what she was going on about?
Could You Love Me?
And then she was laughing. It was unwieldy, and strange... Uneven pitch and tone, ranging from a near squeal to a lower noise, a strange cackling. And as abruptly as it started, it finished... Her eyes widened as she glanced to and from each stallion, weaving back and forther... Certainly, if she had the tools, she'd be cribbing, inhaling for a sweet rush, gulping oxygen for a cheap high.
Make Me...
Arrogance? Jealousy? An odd emotion flickered over Leo's face, but within mere seconds, it had retreated behind an icy mask. And as quick as a mentally scarred female can, she made up her mind. Leo seemed more cold and distant, and much more frightening than the newcomer could try to be. And while that was, he certainly was imposing in his side...
Leo would likely be an easier target, but the newcomer, who knew for sure, but perhaps he would crack easier. Huh, maybe her mind wasn't made up...
But it was only fair... She faced to wards the black stallion, hindquarters turned to wards Leo. Take what you will... Take advantage if you desire. Surely the other would have his turn, and she'd be disabled for a time after...
And even so, it would be proof of love. Masque deserved love. She would have love. She always got what she wanted. And yet, was always denied the very core of her being. And she would fucking have it.
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Post by addictionbby on Jul 14, 2008 20:15:02 GMT -5
This was all so interesting the stunning mare had seem to step back and look deciding which to chose which he would not allow her to get away so easily, it seem she had just placed her rump right there for this Leo character as if to say have your way... not much of a challenge he thought. 'Don't let him get first', the damn voices. 'Shut up, I could have her anytime if I should want to. ' he hissed. 'No, now!' The voices seem to scream.
As Tartarus had stepped forward just a tad allowing just his figure to be seen, and both of the equines before him were smaller though it did not make him doubt. Nostrils flaring as he drug in their scents once more and then sent out a deep chuckle. This was all to hilarious this stallion's features changing quickly to jealousy strike him almost instantly. 'Foolish creature you should be jealous' The stallion almost seem to growl 'Do you ever shut up' Though he did agree.
Tossing his defined wicked head he shifted his weight, allowing bulging, churning muscles to flex. The fog swirled around his legs as it seem to lash out at the two who stood before him and then he allowed a chuckle to escape, watching this Leo have extreme hostility at the sight of him.
"Tartarus"
The icy, deep, demonic vocals sounded almost immortal his demon within was raging clawing to get out, slamming a single hoof into the earth. Ears tilted back and then his inky eyes glossed over once more as they looked like a never ending abyss. The shadows dancing and blending in with his velvet black flesh, raven tail tapped against his hindquarters as he tossed his mane. 'What a whore' the voices hissed, as he soon replied ' Though you have to admit she is quite interesting or the both of them are interesting' The voices spat ' kill her afterwords after this jealous arrogant fool is done' Tartarus smirked 'possibly'
Tartarus had come across female's such as this before with split personalities that seem to captivate him long enough for him to get what he wanted then leave. Though how willing she was to give it up was a definite turn off for the most part and as he watched her gaze leave she somewhat told him she had wanted more than this, little 'love' feast. He waited for a few minutes allowing to see what actions would take place, possibly he could kill two birds with one stone. Meaning when both equines were involved with one another kill them both. The thought made his blood pulse, and the darkened soul to rave and demon to growl within.
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Post by s o y ღ on Jul 14, 2008 21:16:10 GMT -5
becauseicanback up, stallion. don't come any closer.
[/color] His whole body went rigid, though it would be unnoticable to his onlookers. Blood bay's sour smile curled up slightly more upwards at the wrinkled corners, blackened muzzle not amused. Leo was quite pleased as Masque's rump was turned toward him, as it would make everything all the more easier. He would still get what he wanted out of this; some way or another. Though he'd prefer it without some giant brute breathing down his neck, stopping him from getting full enjoyment, because then Leo must watch his own back. If there was one thing his father had taught him, it was to never, ever, trust another horse. Especially if they are dark. Lights are very easy to trust because they have some sort of conscience that makes them uneasy or some shit like that. Didn't they know that made them all the more vunerable? Why didn't they at least pretend that they could double-cross a horse without giving it a moment's hesitation? Leo shook his head, charcoaled mane slapping his neck and reminding him of the task at hand. He had no spare time to ponder about the delusional minds of lights. Ears pretended like they gave a damn what the stallions name was, and cupped themselves forward to catch it. Tartarus. Double yuk. It was a very dark name; and Leo could pass for anything. Though, of course, once one knew this horse who was called Leo, it was thought of as a dark name. He couldn't stop to marvel at the beauty of names, either. Leo must act fast. Stallion stepped forward, closing the distance between Masque's rear end and his nose. He inhaled softly. She was in heat, and he could smell. Of course, all the mares were. It was spring. They were all in season. He sighed deeply and stepped forward again, pressing his chest against her. Leo was about to simply mount her without thinking about it, as he normally did, but she was different. She liked talking about herself as a more than one horse, so maybe he'd treat her different. He layed his head 'pon her light, creamy pelt, a striking contrast to his dark one. He could only be doing one thing; waiting for permission. Not that he wouldn't go ahead and force breed her if she didn't want him to; he just thought he'd play along and be a good guy. Play along with what? No one was entirely sure. But Leo's whole plan was skewed, because that stallion had appeared. His time playing with Masque's mind and body were suddenly limited. "Are you ready, my dear?" [ooc] crappy, again... sorreh. =o [/ooc] [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by SunnyB on Jul 15, 2008 0:56:43 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
Huh, so he was one of those types? Would he croon sweet nothings, only audible to her? Would he caress her lovingly, a warm embrace? Perhaps be so gentle? Hah, yeah, that was exactly how it would happen. That's how it always happened.
Honestly, she'd be a toy. Nothing more, nothing less. A temporary slave to his every whim, a quick fuck. A cheap whore. But in all honesty, that's all she was good for anyway... Stallion's fun. Mare's fun. Gelding's fun. Whomever was closest.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
But come now, voyeurism? Have we sunk so low as to let it happen? "Oh right, that reminds us of that lead... the one who'd taken us in, allowed all his young'uns to take a learning curve. Allowed the fillies to learn how they should behave, what the colts should do. The mares in their places, the stallions so high above.." A whisper. No louder than a single cricket among thousands.
Just Break Me?
She was an example to be made, but she didn't mind. As long as Leo didn't. And now, this Tartarus... He seemed sweet enough, despite his over-abundant act of being Satan's gift, bestowed upon all mares. Yes, he was no more than your average over-size stallion, with an even larger ego... And she'd do nothing to stop it. Ego tended to equal love. bigger ego, that just meant a better lover. And if she couldn't have the truth, she'd take the next best thing.
Could You Love Me?
Physical, mental, perfect. They were ready. Drop your chivalrous act, my love... My newest gift to myself. Don't act so bittersweet. It'll all be over, all too soon. I'll leave you begging, wanting more, and wishing I'd just waste away. Hell, I wish I could waste away. Don't you agree? Oh, too kind.... Ah, my sweet, just try.... Can you destroy the craters left behind by famine and war? Can you try? If only for me, babe, I'm your lifeline, and I'll leave you hanging on by a thread. SO please, keep up, sweetheart, 'cause I'll make you drop.
Make Me...
Memories akin to water falling, rippled in an effective coolness. So many fragments, ripped and torn, and patched together into a quilt, stitches uneven, pieces irregular, different feel, different material. So many lives, yet so few years, is it really living, when you live in your own version of hell? Torturing yourself every step of the way.
"Come now sugar-booger, we were born ready." Ribbons tethered to the side, entrance gleaming like a jewel for all the world to see. A rough diamond, as it were. Ready and inviting, yet barren and cold. And all the while, prepared for not only one wave, but also the second crescendo that would send her over the edge, and likely drive her to her knees. And even then, she knew it wouldn't stop. And that's just how she wanted it. IT could be no other way. Be it this Leo, this Tartarus, or any other intruder upon her solitary suspension.
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Post by s o y ღ on Jul 15, 2008 6:55:23 GMT -5
becauseican I'm not exactly gentle, sweetie.
[/color] Leo was very aware of his surroundings, as one must always be when others hated you. That could be one upside of being a light; you didn't have to constantly watch your back. At least, not for the ones he'd known. Although that Ruben character seemed pretty iffy. Vile repulsion made his lip almost curl back, and he was about to simply turn around to find that stallion when Masque moved her tail, and he was reminded why he was here. To spread his legacy onto this broken land, of course. Why else? And he'd start with this perlino, and work his way farther and farther. Maybe he'd even seduce a queen of a land, but first the Kings needed to claim their land. He had a sort of sense that he could tell when he was on claimed land (though it was probably just the scent of the stallion who claimed it burning through his nostrils), and he knew that there was only one piece of it. In the neutral land. And the stallion who owns it isn't even King. How could he tell this? Simple. He had examined as much of Dreaver as he could on his first day here, and saw all the sink holes and diseastors that had struck it. Leo had been greatly intruiged by all of that, and had wondered how it happened. He epsecially liked that big whole in Sezlan, and had yet to push a horse down it to see what happened. But now it was time to stop getting sidetracked, and do what he came to this particular land to do. He was thrown for a moment, wondering if she was calling him a sugar-booger, but simply shook it off and rocked back on his haunches to free his fore legs. Leo rose up in something that could definately not be mistaken for a rear, for he had soon clamped his legs onto Masque's slender barrel. He was a bit far back, though. He was just so off today. Cursing silently, Leo stretched out is neck and bit her mane to pull himself up. There was no need to bite her actual skin; she'd be in plenty enough pain soon enough. Perfect; he was as far as he needed to be. Even though this Masque was a bit different than other mares who he'd encountered, the experience would be no different. He'd spare her no mercy; and would use his normal, highly painful methods. And he'd love every second of it; though he couldn't quite say what the mare beneath him would think. It didn't matter now, anyway. He was inside her. It had begun; and it wouldn't stop 'till she was on her knees and moaning. Leo was not a very nice horse. [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by addictionbby on Jul 15, 2008 20:02:33 GMT -5
As this connection between them had begun the voices raged and screamed bloody murder in his thoughts. 'Kill him now!!! Do it!! Do it!!' The urge was oh so tempting, he almost could not stop himself. The demon within was certainly not happy at all with this and snorting his stood, stepping back and then stepping forward. He was so worked up sweat had begun to build up on his jet black flesh, as muscles were tensed and seem to almost burst through his skin.
Then almost in involuntary the massive stallion had lunged forward slamming his enormous frame into the back of Leo causing a sure mess up in Leo's actions. Tartarus smirked as he stepped back and tossed his wicked head trying to calm himself but it was surely not working, 'Good my precious, very good. Now again'. The voices praised and hissed as his inky eyes still held no emotion, dust and fog was flying up around them and soon there would be blood.
Tartarus was almost involuntary with his actions, this was surely the demon and voices taking full control. Damn, insanity was a bitch but thank god he had the muscles and size to follow through or he would be a dead equine. As he watched still awaiting an action from both Marque and Leo, he readied himself for an attack of any kind, the voices snapping ' Do it! Damnit!' Trying to grab an inch of sanity back the stallion pawed the earth.
True darkness was alive within this creature and all could see by now, ears were flattened against the skull and nostrils were flaring exhaling a misty vapor that almost looked like smoke. No he was not jealous not one bit, though he could not help but want to kill this stallion and mare. He did not discriminate against genders, just with mares he had his way and then killed them stallion son the other hoof barely had a chance to speak a word.
A deep chuckle was escaped form his throat and it was almost like a deranged cackle for now it was certain he was not Tartarus. As he paced and sweat now beaded off his skin with his every movement allowing only his back half to disappear into the shadows he stood, deranged and ready to draw and taste blood. The voices raved once more ' I swear I will kill you' Finally he replied ' You only wish you could' The voices hissed in rage.
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tiss
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Post by tiss on Jul 20, 2008 12:51:21 GMT -5
You can hear the wind calling names and hearing hoof beats. There was a jet black mustang galloping down the valley. The black stallion's hoofs beated on the ground like thunder. He went past trees and and ran by the water. He know he was the best stallion. He is a loner and will go to your face and say mean things about you. The stallion's mane flowed in the wind and his tail followed the wind. His eyes glowed in the sunlight and he saw the birds in the sky. He stared at the trees and and saw things crawl. He galloped into the the shade and he stopped. He looked at the ground and saw hoof prints and he followed the hoofs prints.He went to the end and saw it was a ditch. He saw on the other side there were the hoof prints. He backed up and galloped to the ditch and jumped it. He made it and looked at the tracks.
He walked on the trail of the horse and snorted. He walked silently and went to the end of the tracks. There was no more tracks and no horse. "Shoot i thought i found a horse on my land." Kio said. The mustang galloped to the clear water and jumped init. He went to the other side and walked on. He galloped to the tree and saw grass he grazed on it for awhile. He walked to the a part that had tall grazz and he layed in it. He fell asleep and layed flat there. He woke up and got up and walked to a river and jumped in. He wanted a bath so he gave him one just with water. He jumped out and galloped to the nearest good grass. He he took big bites and walked to a tree. He got some leaves and ate some. He spit them out "Yuck theses are bad." He galloped off and he galloped for awhile.
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SunnyB
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Post by SunnyB on Jul 29, 2008 12:00:06 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
Do it baby. Just keep pushing the limits, see if we can break the speed of sound. Keep on, straight, farther baby. Push it. Try it. Do it. C'mon baby, can't you see that you're slowly destroying me? Can't you find it in your soul to forgive me? Forget and let live. Just try to go on. Without me. Because without an addiction, what's left of me? Nothing but a crack whore without her high. Be merciful, baby, won't you try? 'Cause I don't think I can keep up with this crazy life anymore. I don't think I can do it no more. And shouldn't you be off with your other women? I'm not the only as it is.
So do it baby. Harder, better, faster, stronger. Guide me, try me. Just lie to me. I'm out, the shit has hit the proverbial fan, and I'm done. I can't hold out. I'm losing faith. I'm losing my mind. Try to find it for me? It's about yey-tall, this wide, multi-color... Fairly sane, except for the uh... You know, the problems. But I can hide as best as I can from them, dormant in my slumber, losing more ground to the insanity.
Y'see, this is me, and honestly, I'm pretty sane. But the more I try to fight it, the stronger it is. And the stronger it gets, the more powerful the hold it has over me. And I just can't keep up.
I'm losing myself to myself, I'm losing against my own mind.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
A grunt. A snort. Exhale. Icy glare. Daggers. Flint and flower petals. She was lost to her inner recesses, even as the stallion, equal to her own size, pounded away at her hind. She didn't feel such trivial, earthly sensations as this anymore. So many times she'd been taken that it was nothing.
Just Break Me?
And yet another took a flying leap, landing upon the back of the first, Leo. And now, the larger frame of Tartarus began to take it's toll... One the same size was perfectly fine, her own steel could hold it wisely. not even the creak or hiss of metal on metal. But, add one who was the size of Masque and Leo put togewther.... And you've got quite the problem.
Could You Love Me?
Girders slowly bending, iron will no longer holding. And slowly, she crashed to her knees, almost in slow motion. To be honest, she was trapped. Pinned by Leo, who was somewhat buried beneath Tartarus, as far as she could tell... After all, her vision was slightly limited, while held in place by one stallion, and further closed off by the second.
Make Me...
Well fuck. What the hell was that black doing? If he was so desperate, he could've waited, he'd get his turn in time... But fair was fair, and Leo'd been there first anyways. But oh no, he just had to ruin the fun. Oh well, maybe Leo would get stuck in her position? What an interesting sight that would be... Coming to the grounds to offer yourself, and the stallion who takes up the chance, well, instead, it becomes he who is offering himself.
"Would you kindly get off of us, Tartarus? And Leo too... You'll, have your shot, you do realize."
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