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Post by free on Aug 9, 2006 14:27:59 GMT -5
[I'll put * in this thread if r.andom wants graphic though I don't care if it's not lol she decides] x-xBlack Devilx-x
x-xHe neters the devil has comex-x
Ebon canvas came with the B'tch by 'is side turning to 'er 'e didn't know if 'he knew were they were. Shook adn a evil grin was made. Time had come but for some reason 'e was holding himself waiting to see how 'he reacted[sp] and wanted to be sometimes alone with 'er even if they were going to be alone in 'is cold home. Vocals came cold adn evil as 'is sould.
x-xHe has tricked herx-x
This is were we are going to be alone for now until we return to our home B'tch Aria
x-xDarqness has swollowed himx-x
'e waited on 'er reply and reaction to what 'e had said and were they were. The devil himself didn't bother what 'e was going to do it would be fun but what the B'tch would react was something else. Shook was made once again as 'e looked at the B'tch with cold orbs.
x-xWaiting the devil ash soon his chancex-x |
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Post by r.andom on Aug 9, 2006 14:38:29 GMT -5
Aria is no tame mare – she is proper, wild and feral and true to her heart, passionless and cold.Her history remains and always will remain unknown, and she is proud of her Arabian heritage and her truth to the laws of nature. Many call her a sleeper – this is true, she is this, but she is also what mares used to be, the hard, unforgiving, never-weary type and she lingers this way – strengthened by time and the coarseness of life. Ah yes, her personality is true to her heart – and such a stony, cold heart that is for she needs not put any barriers between herself and any others (and here is he irony of it – for often it is she that comes too close for comfort and invades their personal space).
Her head is finely raised, crest rising and arching before falling and smoothing out to lean, hardened withers of muscle and strength. And from there she is compact andpowerful – supple and elegant in warrior muscle (toned and practiced – her body is not new to fighting)
and hardy strength derived from year upon year of wandering, day after day to find home or some place to settle. The pale mare’s legs are not tree-trunk thick but not matchstick-thin either, they are slender and elegant and responsive, with reflexes that, while no cat would be proud of, a horse would admire.
Entering the dense forest, a confused expression took place of her features. Auds perking at Devil's lyrics, she watched him calmly. "Ok." lyrics tainting the air. Though, she wasn't sure why they were really she she didn't mind the darkness of it...
ooc ll ah. semi-graphic I guess. Oh and she is playing miss inoccent [sp?]
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Post by free on Aug 9, 2006 14:45:08 GMT -5
[lol] x-xBlack Devilx-x
Snort was made by nostrils as 'e nipped the B'tch. Being silent as 'e was 'e sneaked behind 'er letting forehooves place and holding on tight on 'er sides. Making a gripp off 'er mane 'e knew it would be painful for 'er if 'he tryed to run letting 'is tool come out from the hiding place 'e begun to enter 'er and begun to trust slowly making it the best for both hellion and B'tch. A grinn was made on 'is maw knowing what 'e was doing. |
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Post by r.andom on Aug 9, 2006 14:56:43 GMT -5
Aria is no butterfly, no crimson butterfly leading the souls of the dead to Heaven or Hell, no fluttering creature of paper-winged elegance and lumbering intelligence. She is something finer-strung, greater than that, untouched by thistle or thorn as her hide is impenetrable. She is of roses and blood, lust and desire and freedom wrapped up into one, warped, riddled with energy and power, embracing the wildness wound into veins of cold, hard steel - she is a spider web of mystery and tantalisation, she is what is horse, what horses used to be. Aria is something greater, something colder, smoother, darker than your average mare – she is what there used to be but is no longer. Oh, she is the one that will rip away those paper wings and learn to fly without...
Feeling the weight 'pon her back her forlegs buckled for a moment before snapping back in place. She raised her dial, turneing to nip at his fetlock as she tired to walk forward out of his range. "Get off!" her lyrics came sharp, and high as she once more tired to walk forward.
ooc ll she's not happy. -hehe-
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Post by free on Aug 9, 2006 15:04:44 GMT -5
x-xBlack Devilx-x
A laugh came from 'is maw as 'he tryed to get 'im off but it was too late. 'is tool had entered 'er trusting even more 'e begun to pump first slow and pleasuring letting outa groan 'e always loved this and then harder øetting the B'tch have some pain as a punishment for trying to get 'im off another groan slipped from 'is maw as 'is dial lifted in the air. Trusting more and more 'e pumped in 'is seeds knowing the foal would come off 'is blood and not any others. 'e stopped trusting letting 'is tool large in 'er and then trusted more again. Pumping more in a mix off hardness and pleasure 'e did the rest knwoing this had taken it's time. Making one last pump off pleasure and trusted harsh 'e groaned making the last pump 'e walked off 'er back tool came slowly out dripping sweat from 'is maw. 'e walked to 'er side giving a nudge for a change.
Pleasured My B'tch?
'e asked with an evilish smirk and knew this would be the first born in 'is land and soon it would be more off them hopefully. 'e nipped 'er mane looking at 'er and knew for 'im it had been pleasuring. Letting 'is tool come back to it's hiding place 'e would let it be until 'e found another B'tch to plant 'is seeds in and have 'er born. [lol] |
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Post by r.andom on Aug 9, 2006 15:24:00 GMT -5
She knew that he was wary of her unpredictability, of her courageousness yet mercilessness, her fathomless actions and the hatred and danger that lingered, even now, in the air. It had become a part of her, had become known even when she was at ease or seemed to be - but even now they endangered themselves by just being near her. Aria bucked, and began to walk forward once more trying to rid' the hellion from her back. Though, after a few moment she knew he was there to stay, until he disided differ. Her mind, going over and over about what was happening she finally relized it was better to enjoy it while it last, 'hence the fact she was now baring his child.
Slow, merciless breath against frigid air. Her eyes gleamed like oil in water, swimming through layer by layer of atmosphere. Such malice could be seen in her stance, such aggression in the way she held herself – she had no finesse such as many mares, only the brutality of the real world, only what was really there. Every quiver of her body and his is shared, every wave of heat passing between them multiplied and as, he began to go deeper into her slip, she can feel the sensuality radiating from her. Desire is magnificent in her eyes, as he thrust harder.
As, the Devil himself slipped from her back, she turned on her haunchs voids baring into his. Cold, depths peircing through him. Barely catching his words she snapped back a reply. "Maybe. Maybe not. But why do you care." her lyrics harsh, as she smirks, lips nipping her crest as she 2-beated a few steps.
ooc ll She's a fiesty one!
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Post by free on Aug 9, 2006 23:49:32 GMT -5
x-xBlack Devilx-x
Shook was made as the droples off sweat came from 'is coat. Coming by 'er side once again 'e showed no mercy but didn't bite this time orbs looked at the B'tch who was carrying 'is first born. 'e wouldn't let 'er go from 'i harem not even when the foal was born. Vocals came snapping at 'er in a cold tone as 'e let 'is maw form to words.
I don't care. So to the harem first or the foaling ground since you know the best about that.
Snort made it's way from nostrils and out as te hellion looked at the B'tch ad then made a look at the horiso keeping an eye on 'er knowing 'he wouldn't run. |
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