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Post by addictionbby on Jul 31, 2008 21:28:56 GMT -5
Tartarus began to chuckle almost uncontrollably. So eerie as it echoed through the are at where they stood. Nostrils flaring as he held back his urges to attack and kill, ruthlessly.
"Not very smart are we darling, My only intention is to kill you both."
Deep, dementing vocals that sounded surely not alive, immortal, and highly demonic. Eyes flickering with a merciless glaze for she was beautiful this was true but a whore nothing more, and in other instances this would have been fine though darling you see the urge to kill was far too strong to hold back now.
"Oh...sweetie I don't take sloppy seconds."
He hissed, as his vocals seem to suck the oxygen from their grasp. The massive stallion stood surely not afraid of either of these fools,and surely getting quite bored with both. Each should be having their skulls crush beneath his large draft hooves. Their blood creating a bath just for him, and the smooth, copper taste that his taste buds longed for so much. A cannibal? Oh no, well I'm sure he's not.
'Good, now kill them darling' The voices urged and cooed, in tempting vocals as Tartarus replied 'They will eventually or suffer a great deal of pain'. Tossing the wicked defined skull, as he slammed a single hoof into the earth. Marque would get highly pissed since her moment was getting ruined oh and surely Leo would as well. Aw boo whoo, he will get over it or wallow in it. Whichever he chose not like it mattered to Tartarus in anyway.
The shadows clawing out at his ebony flesh and the shadows seem to dance around him like minions dancing for their master. It was quite a show. Sadly this mare would never be anymore than a simple whore to passing stallions, and be able to have foals without even a pain, if you catch my drift. Ha ha. The stallion now was just an immature fool really all he did was have his way with a mare and go on acting like a dumb ass, oh the world today was full of arrogant stallions.
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Post by s o y ღ on Aug 1, 2008 8:05:59 GMT -5
becauseican it takes a lot more than some over-sized bastard to bring me down
[/color] He clung on tighter as that big brute of a stallion behind him did something. He could not tell what he was doing, but Leo had that feeling it wouldn't be very good. The blood bay clenched his jaw together, feeling Masque go down under the weight of two stallions--one a considerable amount heavier than the other. Leo went down with her, hind legs struggling to even themselves out so he wouldn't hurt himself. Dirt and sod was kicked up as he struck out at Tartarus, telling him to back off with his feet and his ears. It could only last a little bit longer, as the mare was already on the ground. Not by his doing, though, and that angered him. He should be the one causing all the pain, he should be the one that made Masque groan in agony. Not that she was, but you get the idea. Well, the moment was ruined. With a bitter taste in his mouth he unwound himself from her, and, with some difficulty, was soon standing by they lying mare's side. Was he going to protect her? Hell, no. Leo was by no means noble, he only watched out for himself. And that stallion could easily kill such a dainty mare. But there was no way Leo would let the stallion kill him. Even though he had the element of size on his hands, Leo knew how to fight. He knew how to trip up those larger than him, and crush those smaller. He knew how to finish those the same size. Leo knew he could just as easily kill the big stallion, but it would take a lot of work. Especially because of those huge things on the bottom of his legs that he dared to call hooves. Leo realized it would be a stupid thing to fight Tartarus, as he'd probably recieve some serious injuries and get killed a few days later by someone else. But he was mad; Tartarus had ruined all the fun. The stallion stood facing the other, eyes slightly narrowed as he looked for the best stragety. One was a given; avoid those big saucer plates of hooves. But what else? Attacking from the side seemed like the best option, as it gave him less of a chance to get maimed by his hooves. He should probably wait for Tartarus to advance first, though. Although by then his fury might have waned, not giving him enough energy to complete the fight. Leo's eyes closed, and he thought of things that angered him. He thought of that stupid stallion, Ruben. He thought of his half-sister, Kaylee. He thought of Tartarus leaping on top of him when he was already on top of someone else. Eyelids shot up, and by the looks of it, Leo was ready. Anger floated hotly out of his nostrils, then came around to swerve through his legs and cover the whole of the blood bay with it. Yes, he was ready. "Bring it on, stallion." [/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/blockquote]
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Post by addictionbby on Aug 2, 2008 2:21:18 GMT -5
Tartarus watched the stallion be enraged by this the mare fall to the ground like a helpless creature and he watched carefully to Leo, the way he seem to watch Tartarus trying to find advantages to attack him, which darling there was not very many just because of his size and muscle.
"God, your brave"
Sarcasm in his every word, and his vocals lathered with a deadly vice, and a lethal poison. He surely would not back away from this fight and honestly he would not attack first at least for now. Though Leo had better hurry up cause if Tartarus gets to impatient it defiantly would not end up any better than the other foolish equine had planned.
You see, Tartarus did not sit there and plan out a strategies or a a fight plan for in his mind it was ridiculous. Honestly. Because your appoints attacks can switch at any given moment in a fight why plan for the unexpected? 'It will be his death.' the voices cooed. Replying 'you are correct'. Nostrils flaring as he inhaled their scents and then glanced down to the helpless mare, oh how pitiful she was. pitty.
And this arrogant creature that stood before him was just a waste of precious blood, and flesh. Tartarus was as well. He did not mind, he believed he was not even suppose to be alive but then again look at him...his voice, his glossy eyes. The shadows dancing like this was their master? Oddity. Defiantly. Tossing the wicked skull, and muscles churned under his ebony flesh.
As he took a step to the side and stood, to his mighty frame, and smirked crossed his divine muzzle. The silken mane and tail fell like a curse over him, and the silver scars that ranged from all sizes flickered in the moonlight. Showing off the past battles he has endured and surely won, as he stands here before you now. The large hooves stood, and he allowed one to slaw against the earth oh how he wished it would have been one of their skulls or bones beneath it instead of the earth.
Good luck, darling Leo. If you intend to go through with your challenge.
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Post by SunnyB on Aug 7, 2008 14:26:16 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
Death equals love. With each blow, she was a suicide once more. Perhaps even a genocide, of only herself. Scarlet wounds, crimson tears. Echoes in the night. A haunting. And a ghostly femme, pale enough to pass as death itself, and a whore just as he... Always giving himself to the souls, eager to move forward, albeit in a different way than herself.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
Death equals love. Loss of personality. Decrepit even. Thoughts flowed, as a tide, upon the two before her... Both fighting for her, sort of, both hoping for death, of the other, of course. And all because of her. How fantastic! An occurrence such as this, it had never happened, at least for her, and to be honest, she loved it. The chill hung in the air, unspoken threats caused her a shudder, even as she lay, unmoving from where she had fallen.
Just Break Me?
Death equals love. Murder means soul-mates. And so she stood, pitied by one stallion, gullible to the other. And yet, she was neither. This was, of course, her own punishment, and reward. No pity to be found there. And gullibility? Please. No hood was pulled over her eyes. No mask was shown to her, in order to fool, and then take what she so easily gave.
No sir, she was neither, though she didn't mind playing the damsel in distress, hell, if it got her way, she'd do it for the rest of her natural-born life.
Could You Love Me?
Death equals love. No, she was no naivety, but she could care less what they thought of her, whether it followed the likes of "once a whore, you're nothing more," well, she believed that herself. Hideous and sexy, with the mark of the beast, she liked to pretend, though she was nothing more than a lost little girl. Put the pieces together, and maybe you'd see, but that could never happen, not to Masque.
Make Me...
"Oh hun, it's gonna be sloppy no matter when you take us." Silly masculine, even one who paraded around as though he was all that and a bag of chips? HE couldn't tell? Pathetic. And yet he had a charm, a certainly vile, vomit inducing likeness, that she adored. Though she had to hand it to Leo, what he lacked in size, he more than made up for in vigorous personality. It seemed he wanted her more, though Tartarus showed little emotion and was more difficult to calculate.
Maybe we will find love, in death, of course.
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Post by s o y ღ on Aug 12, 2008 21:39:32 GMT -5
becauseican we'll see who gets the last laugh.
It was all he could do to keep that hiss from being dragged up from the depths of his throat. Scum. The lowest of scum, was his recapitulation of the beastly creature in front of him. And, coming from this stallion, that was saying something. Leo had never found anyone who he'd believe to be below him; at least not after he'd left them. Sometimes his anger flared and made him jump to conclusions about his fellow equines. Some miniscule part of his mind told him that once Tartarus was out of his line of view and everything wasn't tinted with an annoying red haze, he wouldn't seem lower than Leo. Because, who really could be? Yes, some killed just to kill. But Leo had worse motives, lived more lowly. Leo loved to rape mares. He loved to kill their mates to watch them suffer. He loved to decieve them. Sometimes he'd be the knight in shining armor, sometimes he'd be their one true love. Sometimes he'd be that fatherly or brotherly character, or maybe just a sexy and mysterious stranger passing by. No matter who he chose to be, he ended up crushing them. For most they had there little hearts broken when they found him on top of them, and felt the pain. The light shone on his true character ( however dimly it may ) when they begged for him to stop, and he gave a dark chuckle and made it hurt more. Still, right now, it seemed to the selfish and arrogant stallion that Tartarus was the lesser of the two. Maybe not in body mass, but in personality.
The sarcasm poisoned his ears, and they flattened against his already tainted skull. "Brave? No, stallion, I wouldn't consider myself to be brave. It's not hard facing a clumsy Goliath like you." Where was that name from, again? Goliath? Who knew. It was probably an insult, and he hoped Tartarus took it as one. He was barely aware of the mare behind him talking about sloppiness. Leo blinked once, thinking to himself. He hadn't really thought Masque was that sloppy; just fun. She didn't groan and protest like others, she only fell because of the other stallion that had jumped on the blood bay. Just thinking about the giant of a horse made his whole being shudder, and then he paused. The ripples going over his skin stopped, and he remembered what Goliath was. A giant. And then he realized why he musn't fight Tartarus; not yet, at least. That simple reason being that he had unfinished business with a different stallion, one who might irk Leo more than the black. His whole field of view was blotted by something that was a deep red color. It was his anger; creeping up in his peripheal vision. Leo's back nearly arched like a cat's as he thought of the palomino, then knew he could not fight Tartarus today. He needed to kill Ruben, needed to wear the other's blood on his hooves. He needed to laugh morbidly over his gory carcass. And if he was injured by Tartarus, that feat might go undone. It angered him even more to have to leave without getting in his two cents, but he needed to. The stallion shook his head in a fruitless attempt to clear his jumbled head. Hooves took a step backwards, avoiding the mare. He didn't even know if she was still laying down, or standing. He didn't really care, though. But she had been fun... too bad they hadn't gotten more time together. Perhaps they would meet again; that is, if Tartarus didn't make her into a lifeless corpse.
It was painful, but Leo took a few steps to the left of the small party. He looked meaningfully first at Tartarus, then cast a sideways glance at Masque. The veil of the night stole his chance to see if she was still indeed on her stomach. If she was, she had little hope of surviving. Or so it was through Leo's eyes. "I'm sorry, dear friends," Did I imagine that sickening sarcasm? "But I must depart now. I have some unfinished business I must attend to before I deal with this. Don't worry, darling Tartarus, we'll have our time. Unless this mare kills you, in which I must say I would not mourn. But Masque; if you take care of yourself I'm sure we'll meet again. I believe we might have some unfinished business, too." A smirk crossed his face and he backed another step, letting the shadows overtake him. "Alas, I must be off. Catch you later." And with that Leo turned and began his flight to where he'd last seen Ruben, but then paused. "I'd brush up on my skills if I were you, Tartarus. Because I'm far from rusty." He gave a larger smirk and then picked up a full gallop, not tripping over anything.
He was used to the night.
[ooc] sorreh I must leave ze board... I cannot deal with two fights at one time. xD BUT! If Leo and Tartarus meet again; you know what will happen. x) [/ooc]
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Post by addictionbby on Aug 13, 2008 14:07:20 GMT -5
Tartarus begin to chuckle and then laugh almost uncontrollable. This stallion was actually being serious when he spoke, this was far from entertaining. This Leo was a character he allowed his anger to grasp him and take ah old of his actions and words, damn it was sad.
"Oh yes cupcake we will have our time, and as for being rusty sweet cheeks it doesn't matter to me."
Laughing once more as the lethal venom poured off his statements. It was lethal and he was serious. Inky eyes glanced to wards the mare she had stood, that was a smart idea finally. A sly smirk crossed his muzzle, as he spoke once again to this pitiful creature that stood. She seemed to vulnerable so willing to please anyone, it was slightly intriguing.
"Oh so sorry baby I ruined your fun, I would fix that for you but sweetie you surely could not handle me for I'm not your king and this will not be pleasant."
A deep growl almost exploded from his chest. Oh this stallion was surely enraged by Leo, but for Masque he would take the sloppy seconds and surely make them into something no stallion would want to touch. Ha or it would be the best she ever had and it would be an addiction. Which he would happily continue to give her her fix.
Smirking the massive stallion walked forward to wards the mare, and inhaled her scent, she was lovely though so were the other mares. Inky eyes watching her movements carefully, as he nipped harshly at her neck, and spine showing her just a tiny taste of what his addiction was like. Oh yes, she would enjoy it. Or she would be killed from it.
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Post by SunnyB on Aug 13, 2008 21:08:56 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
Huh. What a shocker. Leo, it appeared, had wussied out, though it was understandable, as Tartarus, probably, could be twice the size of Leo. Truly. Taller, wider, larger... Though, if he had such prior arrangements, such a thing made sense... The killing of another was quite harder, when oneself was hurt severely.
But now, Tartarus made his advance. She could hear the dramatic music, as the dark knight frightened the one in shining armor away, and the damsel was taken to the fortress of evil. How like, yet unlike this was to a fairy tale.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
What a twist. Really. As the brute neared. she heaved to her feet, slightly uneven, due to the fact that she had lain in quite an awkward position, after being nearly crushed by two stallions.
However, this was quickly righted as she prepared for what she knew would come. In fact, she was quite ready, it seemed Leo had more or less prepped her, you could say. Though the fact was, none this enormous had ever really tried. And given the fact that she was delicate as it was, it was obvious that shortly, she'd be on her knees. And he'd be pounding away, this hulk, whilst she was slowly shoved forward, knees slowly being scraped skinless, and insides slowly sent through the equivalent of a paper shredder.
Just Break Me?
Well damn, that was unexpected. Tried and true, she was ready. It was an honest answer. She dipped her head to Leo, it seemed more appropriate than foolishly opening her mouth and replying with some over-used response, a curt answer, in which she would tell him her feelings. Oh please, save my insides from the horror of vomiting. Leo would do, Tartarus would do, or any other for that fact. And as long as she had someone to long for, even after the air had stilled, and the passion staled, she would go on in her life, as empty and unfufilling as it was. Well, unfufilling to others, perhaps.
Could You Love Me?
Oh my, I'm shocked. But then... Tartarus spoke. "Honey buns, we don't know if you can handle us, and as for kings? What's the big deal? We flat out refuse to acknowledge such a useless thirst for power." She paused, obviously thinking before making a continuation. "However, the fact at hand is that we're still waiting, so please, won't you hurry up and get started?" Though, she really didn't give a flying fuck, whether he took a second, or came back for seconds was no difference... She just wanted him to do it, in the long run.
Make Me...
Start me like a motor, make me run. Like she'd done for Leo, she faced opposite of Tartarus, her bum now before him, available. His teeth stretched onward, catching a hold of her, not that it would do much good as of yet, this was generally a secondary step; hop on, clamp on, puncture. Her tail skirted aside, revealing everything, a mare with little secrets, or big ones, who knew? But obviously, no self respect, and certainly no fear of bearing all for the public eye. She sighed, a half dreamy, half anxious sigh, and lowered her head to hold her balance better. She was ready, so, he better be ready for her.
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Post by addictionbby on Aug 13, 2008 22:23:20 GMT -5
Tartarus inky eyes watched the sculpted mare toss her rump towards him. The tail aside it was definatly time, but she would surely not be able to handle his massive frame after a few blows.
"Paitence is a vertue."
The deep deranged words poured from his vocals, his tone lathered in poison. Nostrils flaring wildly as he stepped forward, and rose up muscles flexing and bulging as such a goliath landed ontop. Saucer pans which he claimed to be hooves cut into her chest, as he clung on. Ears flattened against the heavy skull. Muscles flexing as the voice screamed. 'YES'. Tartarus did not reply. Only continued his motion.
No time for easy he slammed his pelvic region into her rump and moved faster and faster. Hooves cutting deeper, his weight would soon be unbearable. Ivories lashed out biting not nipping bititng harshly and fiecrely at her neck, and body. This was going to be a blood bath. It always was, though somehow it turned to be an addiction.
Moving with grand motions, they were rough and not pleasent. He tossed his head and then continued he wanted to hear her moan and groan fall to the earth. Plead for him to continue. Yes. he was a low piece of scum but trust me the ladies never complained afterwards. Smirking he released a deep chuckle. Thoughts gone all on this nothing else.
The beast could feel legs shaking terribley beneath him he awaited her fall to the ground, it was comming and then he would just pound harder. Making sure she would find nothing better, nothing more painful untill death. A smirk plastered to his muzzle, and inky eyes glossy as usual. This night had become better for him than poor Leo he hardly got anything then had to go fight. That sucked. owell more for Tartarus.
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Post by SunnyB on Aug 13, 2008 22:47:24 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
She hadn't realized, with his regular posture upon the earthen woods, but the gargantuan, he could wrap around her, literally. He was behind her, though just barely, and yet upon his leap, his back stretched from her rump to withers, his hindquarters behind hers, and yet, his shoulders would almost above her, his forelegs literally grabbing her chest, her front, below her neck. This was ... different. For sure, especially since she was so petite as ti were.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
That leg tremor? Truly wistful thinking on his part. In all honesty, it was the mere motion that caused her to rock slightly, and the fact that he had all but jumped on her that had caused her balance to shift awkwardly, until she merely moved the momentum to fix it. And all four were planted out wards, at diagonals away from her. Optimum balance, with added weight, and that much more unlikely to be broken.
Just Break Me?
His movements were erratic, surely his own fault, he probably believed it caused the most pain. He probably though that it would weaken her fastest. She laughed internally, how wrong was that? To be honest, he wasn't even a good lover, not that she minded, his love bites made up for it completely. Already, like a coat of sweat, both sides of her neck were covered. And even beginning near her ribs, her wither, even one of her ears. He did have a nice bite to him.
Could You Love Me?
Besides her hindquarters, her face and legs were about the only things without at least a nip, but even so, droplets had scattered, red and white. Contrast. And she loved it.
Make Me...
Moaning? Please. Try a little harder, here's a lollipop so you don't feel too bad. Though, if he continued in his wayward destruction, all too soon she'd be on her knees and who knows, maybe she'd be screaming? Keep going little soldier, keep going.
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Post by addictionbby on Aug 13, 2008 22:58:52 GMT -5
Tartarus could hear nothing oh this would surely not do. As he slowed it would seem he had given up stopped trying to please her. Ha. She only wished. Allowing his legs to grip and hooves cut into her chest. He slammed into her allowing his entire weight to fall upon her and with continuous pounding. As he knew she would not stand for longer.
Smirking he continued his bites became worse and drawing blood now, and his loving was becoming pleasurable at least to him and soon to her as well. Just as soon as he heard screaming he would finish and dismount, always leave them wanting more. You see the only reason she had not been screaming by now was for the fact so many others had already gotten to her.
A challenge though was not a smart thing to place in front of Tartarus for he would surely make sure that she would feel pleasure and pain. Muscles churned while sweat and blood beaded off of the both of them. This was intriguing but horrifying to any by standers. Tartarus did not make his love easy going and what the hell was that slow crap. No it did not come like this sorry sweet cheeks.
Soon she had fallen to her knees or buckled a bit, whatever it was he would soon hear screaming and just the slightest amount of pleasure he heard he would stop and leave without a care in the world for her. But would secretly watch her until she passed the foal or killed it either way no stallion would over right his work.
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Post by Spaz All Ya Want To on Aug 16, 2008 14:05:20 GMT -5
I see into the not too distant future. Of agony, malic, and pleasure. Who is it that holds these treasures close? And tosses them away without a further thought?
No matter how fast you run, how hard you work, how skilled you are, you will never reach the horizon. Who'd told her that oh so long ago? Tried to tell her she couldn't reach the end of the world? A long sigh worked its way out of her, a breath begging to be released from dark kissers. Onyx flints dug themselves into the soft flesh of the earth, allowing her bod movement as she eased her gait to a light canter. She allowed her whipcord to lash furiously at her nape, letting crimson stain her dun hide. She felt the pain, yes, but did not flinch from it. Pain was not something to fear, but something to learn from. She held no possible emotion for the invisible forces that felt a need to send a rapid attack to her nerve endings. No remorse, no loathing, no malic, and definately no hidden icons of fear.
A snort escaped the massive banshee, no help needed to allow the loud exhale to escape. She let her lids flicker open, revealing gorgeous tri-colored pools. Ah, the beautiful gift her mother passed down. A molten golden layered thickly as a main colour, with emerald green suffocating her pupil. A lovely teal cloud encased her gold with a vengance, refusing to let go. It was gorgeous, unnatural maybe, but something that would leave you breathless.
Breathless.
An intensity that will take your breath away.
Was that even the word to describe it? She didn't know, didn't truly care. She shook off these thoughts as she tossed her dial, scattering her forelock away from her vision. She immediately caught sight of three figured on the distant plain. The massive banshee slowed to a halt, lifting a forehoof off the ground, keeping it hovering for a moment. The dun beast lifted her crown lightly, to merely fix her intense molten gaze upon the few horses. Movement caused her vision to flicker though, and watch one of the creatures before her move away, retreating. Her nostrils flared, taking in the scents that assualted her senses. Ah, a stallion. Two. And...
She snorted, shaking her huge cranium with a force. She snorted, curling her lip up with pure disgust. A mare. Oh those ignorant beings with no common sense to what they want. Did they not see the truth in the statement she always spoke. Should you want something bad enough, tis always right to go after it. But no, they desided to sit back and watch that beautiful babe wander away, that lovely stallion canter off for another...But she'd never had that problem. Twas natural to be aggressive, harshly lashing out at anything she wished. Anything, and anyone. And now, was no different.
She'd cantered forward while her thoughts raged, and it took little time to come upon the scene of the massive brute upon the petite femme. She smirked at the sight. Surely he'd break her, for she was built small and weak, to be protected. Skye Anelo knew it twas different for herself. Her make was for power, strength. One that could protect itself and others, defend who they chose. At this point, Skye Anelo felt no urge to stop the rapid movements this stallion made, rather, she wanted them to speed up. She felt drawn to the beautiful muscles that buldged as he probbed deeper into the mare. She snorted harshly, gathering attention to herself.
What fun, if only I'd been invited.
She didn't wait for an invitation, but stepped forward towards the pair. She was assualted by the rapid movement from the stallion, and the stiff rocking of the mare. She raised her lips, baring her fangs to the face of the mare. She lashed out, gripping the fea's flesh with her ivories and pulling back. She tried to tear her skin back, pulling it away to reveal the crimson stain that tainted her own nape. But the only ink upon her bod was her own, her own blood had been spilled as her whipcord lashed at it. The violence of her own locks caused her pain, but pain was good. It was something to praise. In her case. But maybe not in this poor petite mare's.
Do my eyes betray me? Surely there is nay a creature who has achieved such... ...perfection...
Stupid wenches. Do you not understand? That what you have is good? Better than I have. But surely not as good... ...as what I will steal... ...from you...
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Post by SunnyB on Sept 1, 2008 23:05:57 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
Ah, ever so slowly, it was the truth, she was beginning to feel. Not much mind you, as a mare like her could never truly be outspoken in such a variegated manner. Though what little she did feel was muted, it did exist, and therefore, it enabled the faking. Every so often, she'd be forced to fake it. Plausibly, the reason being how, in being taken so many times, her pain threshold had heightened, and scar tissue developed. Oh yes, the lovers she chose were often not the kindest to the female body.
Why Won't You Hate Me?
Can you break us baby? As it were, she was not going to last much longer, a few minutes more, if that... Most mistook her delicacy as the need to be protected, however, keeping up with the breed standard, she was not a force to reckon with. Often times, she'd held her own against mares the size of Tartarus, though stallions... Well, she had a more peaceful solution to feuds with stallions.
Just Break Me?
But apparently, interruptions run rampant. A new equine encroached, a mare by the looks of it. And it seemed quite obvious, that she had brought an appetite. Well, that's how it appeared, the second she began to rend pieces from Masque's lithe bodice.
Could You Love Me?
What was she after? Who was she? Oh whatever, Masque didn't mind the extra company. Though when said extra company overstayed their welcome and invited themselves to her flesh... That wasn't as appreciatively reciprocated as one might come to expect from a loon like herself.
Make Me...
Ah, there it was, and low and behold, the mare still had a piece of Masque in her jaws. Which wasn't so much fun when she was sent, forelegs cascading, to the ground. Hind was still up, more or less pinned their by Tartarus, and there wasn't much movement now, as from falling, his forelegs now stood somewhere on either side of her neck. Or perhaps up near her face? She wasn't sure, but either way, she was boxed in, a small chunk missing from her shoulder, hanging from the maw of the new mare.
And yet, no noise did she emit. Oh no, it wasn't going to happen. Whether by sheer force of will, or by the fact that she could barely feel a whole lot... It wasn't going to happen. Perhaps out of kindness, she'd fake it, just to please him? Heck, she'd let him go at it for the next three days, non-stop, if it'd just make him accept her fully. That's all she wanted...
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Post by addictionbby on Sept 5, 2008 14:54:16 GMT -5
Tartarus felt the pathetic female crumble forward under him, his hooves now dug into her shoulders. As he half reared to get off he bite harshly into her right hindquarter, for now she would always have not just one but plenty of scars from him. Nostrils flaring as the scent of fresh blood, though not from his attack from a new mare's. Inky eyes flickered in the new comer's direction, such a stunning, sculpted mare.
Saucer pan like hooves slammed into the earth as he began to walk past Masque he shoved her right hindquarters hoping to shove her over, and let her land upon the earth like a dog, well even more like a dog. She looked so pathetic, it was slightly sad. Though Tartarus was overly amused by this. As he continued past Masque and too the new mare. Standing before her he shook his lucid flesh and made sure he was clean.
Tossing his wicked skull the voice screamed. 'Take her! NOW!' His voice was going absolutely wild. It was surely hard to ignore though Tartarus had grown accustom to the voice. Nostrils flaring as he outstretched his muzzle. Allowing his rough tongue to clean the flesh blood from her muzzle. This female was a beauty. She had been watching him, for sure.
Tartarus smirked, as he drew back his skull and craned his thick neck. Then began to think, she had watched his fierce attacks and was it that she was captivated by him, wanting what he had just gave? Oh he would surely not turn her down. Then the deep bellowing vocals emitted, they were almost demonic like.
"Find something you like?"
He chuckled eerily. Watching her with an emotionless stare, and shifting his weight his muscles bulged and flexed with any motion the Goliath made. A thin layer of sweat covered his body, though it was nothing really. Masque had been with so many others it was not that great though it would do. She was a mess. Yet another stallion had broken Masque.
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Spaz All Ya Want To
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Dark Queen
Do you have the slightest idea of the darkness you face?
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Post by Spaz All Ya Want To on Sept 5, 2008 20:23:56 GMT -5
Ha, I see your pain. I see the tears fall. I see the depth of desire. To be accepted? Or be wanted? Either, or, You will have neither.
She couldn't help but feel amusement well in her gut at the sight of this wench trying to hide the pain she felt. Too bad, she saw it, there was no stopping the mocking glare Skye Anelo lashed at the banshee before her. The bitch was nothing compared to the goddess beside her. At least Skye had enough self esteem to think of herself in a possitive manner. Hee hee. And yet, it baffled the mare as to why this little wench chose the giant stag as her love. Surely she knew her little bod would not support his bulk. Ha, she'd be lucky if he didn't crush her when she fell. Skye knew it was coming. She knew the wench would collapse onto her knees and squeal with the pain of her kneecaps colliding with the harsh gravel beneath her. And surely enough, legs gave out, and gravity did the rest. Eagerly flicking forward her harks, Skye Anelo awaited the pained scream the mare would release. Yet, nothing was uttered. Not a slight hint of a whimper. Oh, this would not do. Snorting harshly, Skye threw herself forward, lashing out with sharp forehooves and avoiding the stag to penetrate the mare's skin easily. Her hide was silky, like a newborn foals. How horrible. More crimson ebbed out and eased onto her dark forelegs. Perfection.
GOD! This bitch didn't know when she was being tossed aside, did she? Of course not. Because the wench still didn't speak, even when Skye had a thick piece of her shoulder hanging from her lips. Ivories dug into the flesh out of agitation. Surely she wouldn't want another chunk out of her face? Hm...That idea seemed likely to Skye. Sadism was tossed aside by most, but it seemed both Skye and the brute felt it a good companion. He's be much more happy with her, and she flaunted it. Tossing her nape up, she arched it and slapped the crimson flesh onto the mare's face. She liked how the odds stood. Skye was standing tall now, head tossed skyward and a smirk upon her lips. The mare was below her, on her knees, with the stag roughly pussing against her. Too bad, she'd enjoy seeing the mare be killed with him inside her.
And yet, no noise did she emit. Oh no, it wasn't going to happen. Whether by sheer force of will, or by the fact that she could barely feel a whole lot... It wasn't going to happen. Perhaps out of kindness, she'd fake it, just to please him? Heck, she'd let him go at it for the next three days, non-stop, if it'd just make him accept her fully. That's all she wanted...Oh, this was too good. He wanted her. Skye knew it. She totally turned her back on the mare on the ground, tuning her out. Should the wench attack, Skye would kill her. Simple as that. No other options. A lick. Was that it? Surely not. And yet...He was so close. His mouth opened and his tongue swipped across her maw and over her nares. Skye Anelo turned her dark forest green gaze to the brute, following his fluid movements with slightly inquisitive pools. As though to ask "And I gave you permission to touch, stud?" Yet she voiced nothing, merely watched. She kinda liked the touch, but would much rather...
A shiver strung through her spine, one of deep sensuallity. Her flesh tingled, pulsing veins seemed to throb in her skin. She felt her heartbeat leap. A rolled her eyes up, flickering her lids. Oh my god. His voice. Was so. Pleasurable. If his voice was this good, how did his mind work? If it was anything like the demonic depths his tone took, he was the perfect brute for her. "Find something you like?" The question. She knew he was referring to himself, and decided to make an affect on him...As he had her. Stepping lithely forward, her hooves silenced upon the harsh earth, she floated forward. Strides were long, lengthy, and elegant. Muscles itched to do more, but she remained poised, beautiful. She pressed her side to his, moving down his side so she was at his rump. She lashed her tail, striking his nape, causing lacurations to form, crimson to fall. She nipped the base of his tail, creasing his skin within her jaws, but not breaking skin. No, she'd wait till later to play games. Yes, she wouldn't start. Not till she was out of the sights of the pathetic mare that had tried to be brave. Again her thoughts drifted to the mare on the opposite side of the stallion. She glanced at the bitch. Ha. Ignorant fool. Her voice was silk, filtering into the air and becoming life. Pulsing and drifting farther, becoming another life and floating with its master. Merely an answer to his question. Yet more. If only he understood....
Other than a wench to put beneath me and force to bear the duties of a slave? Yes. I've found someone to compare myself to.
Truly you didn't think it so? That I would approach, And not want the attention? Pah, you are ignorant. To think that I wouldn't, Take your spotlight, And leave you to rot.
Things will change, though. I will leave. And with me... Your possessions will follow. Your brute, Your greed, And your final breath. I wouldn't have it any other way. Buenos Noches.
word count tis a secret, but twas destiny to be revealed status finished through the authors thinking ;; incomplete to the world around muse average
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SunnyB
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Ippen Shinde Miru?
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Post by SunnyB on Sept 8, 2008 0:27:42 GMT -5
Love Me Hate Me Won't You Take Me?
Mmm, it seemed he'd had his fun and was finished. He stepped away, swinging at her hind so to make her fall over, perhaps as a sign of how truly pathetic he thought her to be. But the sad thing was, was how he completely missed, allowing her to raise regally from the ground. And as funny as a mare such as her standing proudly, royally even was, it did not change the fact that in her own right, she was a goddess. Can you say overzealous?
Why Won't You Hate Me?
As the case were, she was missing a few pieces here and there, but certainly nothing that wouldn't heal easy enough. After all, if one looked closely, one would notice that her four white stockings, and other sparse white marks were actually not markings, but scars. Though with her pale coloring, it was near impossible to tell unless feeling the ridged skin, or peering closely into her hair.
Just Break Me?
Honestly though, was this new mare completely blind? While her harsh kick had connected, it had been less of a 'skin-rending' type thing, and more of a glanced blow. The blood that poured, had actually been from her torn shoulder, not the kick itself. Though the blunt force was enough to elicit a hiss, it was hidden quite well under the thickened breathe of such a used mare.
Could You Love Me?
Huh, so this all really was full of herself, wasn't she? Perhaps hating yourself was a little depressing, but at least Masque could accept that much. This new bitch was apparently so worthless that she completely depended on attempting to cause others pain. To thrive on the pain of others is certainly one way to live, but it could be no more fulfilling than craving the constant attention of others. Though Masque likely had a higher threshold to pain than the new mare, and could probably outlast her far better. After all, here she was, a small hole cut into her shoulder, and standing just fine without even a hint of pain. No rigid body stance, no harsh breathing from cause of injury, not even a worried expression across her face. But if she thought about it, it'd definitely be a much evened battlefield, as Masque was slightly worn out, and already bleeding profusely from her many teeny bites, and of course, the larger ones.
Make Me...
It was obvious that Tartarus was shallow though, he'd much prefer a mare unable to hold up to him, one with maybe a quarter the amount of scarring, and yet able to enrapture such beauty. She was gorgeous, that much was apparent, but looks, except for the quite obvious crimson spatters, Masque could keep up with. It was more in the department of sanity that she didn't hold up as well to compare. And while she usually had a sarcastic wit to respond, this situation just wasn't worth it. But as it were, Skye Anelo would not have Tartarus.
He was hers now, whether he reciprocated or not. She didn't really give a shit, but this stag was her property now. Though he might believe it the other way, as he was the one on the giving end this fine evening. And speaking of time, what could it be? It was quite dark, so late, seemed to be perhaps twilight, midnight, the witching hour. Time for some black magic?
It was apparent that Tartarus had a liking for the bay, heck, he'd gone up to her and licked her cheek for goodness sake! And while a little strange, he had definitely preferred this female. Hopefully he forced her mercilessly. After all, one such as himself was quite deserving of a harem with which to do as he pleased. And certainly, Masque would be part of that band of merry wives he would be forced to undertake.
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