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Post by the ventriloquist. on Jan 16, 2009 21:59:05 GMT
PG-13 to R Rating--Language;Violence;
Nothing graphic breeding wise, please. (:
Telegraph, telephone, tell a friend I'm l e a v i n g
Her body moved lithely, lightly, and quickly, like jackrabbit. Her smokewashed bodice was painted with dots and knots of sweat and caked mud. Oh, wasn't she a beautiful creature? Pfft! Lies! Harlot's seventeen-point-oh hands high of coward weaved through the rocks, wet feathers caked with sand and small pebbles. Tears were cascading from one's pretty little blues, and her sweet little harkettes folded back against her skull. Privatess traveled through, her mass staggering uneasily. The mutt's opticals squinted shut, her mind trying to fight her tongue. Don't scream, Venti, don't! she mentally urged herself. "Venti" held her tongue, collapsing to the cold cave floor. "No, no . . .," Ventriloquist sobbed softly to herself, sniffing. A gash ran down her perfect little flank. Oh, pity her! Brusque thoughts of revenge would glide throughout the youngster's mind like a marquee. Stupid, stupid boys! the Shire-cross hissed silently. Hopefully, I am in safe hands. Perhaps she wasn't--the scent of lust and sex and pain were floating around the air likes flies to a carcass. Her heartbeat wasn't dancing to the beat of its own music. It danced to the beat of the . . . dead.
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Post by Akaine on Jan 17, 2009 15:55:28 GMT
S h a m r o c k We were spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes
No room left to move inbetween you and I Drip... Drip... Drip... Sham couldn't take the sound any more! In these fetid caves the only thing he had the chance to hear was water droplets hitting the ground and echoing at simultaneous moments. He stood on a large flat rock in a smaller section of the bachelor's land. He, unlike most, wasn't here to fight and make alliances... Or do anything to mares that wandered in. It bothered him to know that throughout these caves rapings and beatings were occurring. Some even as he stood in the dark, swishing his tail to keep some other noise happening. Hoof beats were faint normally because stallions wandered closer to the sides of the great lair. He looked up and down the walls, seeing indentations from hooves and old blood marks. Apparently an old horse with the dark alliance must have been here...
A new sound rang out very softly, almost inaudible to even Sham, who listened intently to everything. A... a sob? It could have been, and it was hard to tell if there was any blood because the caves smelled so wretched. Then he heard it again, and decided to follow it. His long legs turned and led him around swiftly until he was sure he could pinpoint the sound of the sob. It was coming from a female, he was sure. Why was she here? Ugh, mares couldn't keep away from forbidden places, could they? He pinned his ears back and stepped forward, closer to the bleeding femme. He didn't want to be a nuisance, but he also didn't want one of these stupid stallions to kill her. Trying his best to sound assertive, he snorted and walked in front of her. His long tail still swished back and forth like a banner. "What are you doing here? And what happened to you?" He nodded his muzzle to the wound on her flank and snorted. Everything smelled like it was in heat in the caves so he normally preferred to be outside to control himself. He was fairly sure he could, after all, he was only being rude as an act to warn her.We forgot where we were, and we lost track of time
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Post by the ventriloquist. on Jan 18, 2009 20:36:04 GMT
PG-13 to R Rating--Language;Violence;
Nothing graphic breeding wise, please. (:
Telegraph, telephone, tell a friend I'm l e a v i n g
Her mass quivered, and the frightened creature staggered away from the stag's prude lyrics. "What?" His assertive tone was all too familiar--any stag would use it to scare his prey before he pounced onto the innocent maidens with the burden of a child. "Bastards . . .," was all that the ebony figure could squeak out, backing away from the rather handsome stallion. What would he do to her? Rape her? Assault her? Burden her? Kill her?
"G-get it o-over with, you f-fuc-k-king d-devil." Venti lowered her head, wincing as her flank shifted, hurting at the X-shaped scar on it. Pain wriggled in her body, making her sweet baby blues narrow as she fought back those embarrassing cries of distress. If only I were a foal again. The wish would haunt her mind as Venti felt her right shoulder touch the freezing black stone of the cave's wall. "Well?" Lyrics were a tad too pushed and choked out, an icy hiss floating quickly after. What would it be today? Many things were on the menu, many to surely give one food poisoning. Blood flowed like a river down to her back appendage, coiling a stream around it like a snake. Surely, her heart would follow this pattern.
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Post by Akaine on Jan 18, 2009 21:57:28 GMT
S h a m r o c k We were spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes
No room left to move inbetween you and I What had happened to this femme? Sham's eyes bore into her with intensity, examining her. Underneath the cut and sadness, there was beauty in her. He had to figure out who did this, he knew that. Softly, he sighed and pulled his head back an inch. His ears flew back when he heard her words, only because he would never do anything to hurt her. "I'm sorry for bothering you if you don't want me here... I refuse to do anything to you, though."[/color] His head rose a bit higher, watching her shift positions and such. Muzzle pointing down, he inhaled, wondering if it was a male that did this to her. Most likely it was. Males were apparently dominant in the world. Hmm, so much for that. If being dominant was raping and killing to get to the top, he was inferior. Sham shifted his weight onto different legs and placed his head closer to hers. "I am Shamrock, also known as Sham. Now, m'lady, I recommend we do something about that gash... Would you mind if I took a look at it?"[/color][/size] We forgot where we were, and we lost track of time
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Post by the ventriloquist. on Jan 18, 2009 22:43:34 GMT
Telegraph, telephone, tell a friend I'm l e a v i n g
Her tiara jerked away as the stag moved his own handsome features closer to hers. Baby blues beamed softly before the smokewashed creature shifted her weight uncomfortably. "Are-are you sure?" Her velvet lyrics were feeble and stingy compared to the honey-pelted stallion's own sweet songs. Charcoal banner flicked out as the stag offered to take a look at her unfortunate gash. The maimed maiden nodded and limped over to Sham's beautiful body, already envious. A sigh would escape her nares, and the duchess would flick her twin towers.
00C Museless D:
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Post by Akaine on Jan 18, 2009 23:17:54 GMT
S h a m r o c k We were spinning in circles with the moon in our eyes
No room left to move inbetween you and I "Positive,"[/color] he whispered. Sham normally would have ushered any mare out and told them to go find a herd and get it checked out... This femme was different. He exhaled deeply, eyes caught up in her movements. Soft eyes stared at her pretty blue ones, wondering what was running through her mind. He backed away an inch to allow her to do as she pleased before wandering a few steps toward her appendage. Blood came from it like a river, way too much could be lost from it. He needed to stop it, but at the same time he didn't want to hurt her any more. "How did you get this wound? It looks like I need to stop the blood from flowing, so it may hurt a bit more. I'll try my best to be gentle."[/color] He gently rubbed his muzzle where he was sure the cut wasn't to make sure he wasn't pressing against regular flesh. The soft skin of his muzzle worked around the gash, grooming the blood off from around it. Once he had marked it, he looked at it closely and pressed the side of his muzzle against it. He hoped this method would stop the flow until it was slowed a lot or completely stopped. His worried eyes tried to keep her head in sight, just to make sure he wasn't causing excruciating pain. He pulled his muzzle off of it and breathed the scent of her in softly, trying to see how deep the cut truely was. "Whoever or whatever did this to you really shouldn't be trusted... And no need to worry while we're in here! Not many stallions come back this way, and I won't let any of them touch you if one comes by."[/color][/size] We forgot where we were, and we lost track of time
And we sang to the wind as we danced through the night OOC|| It's fine! ^^ |
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Post by the ventriloquist. on Jan 19, 2009 0:03:30 GMT
Telegraph, telephone, tell a friend I'm l e a v i n g
"A stallion," was uttered from the poor creature's maw. "Your own gender." Her lyrics were meant to be scorning, scolding like a dam did her colt when he did something wrong. As his velvet muzzle touched against her cut, she flinched cautiously. Trust him? her conscience asked her heart. Her heart thumped a "yes" whilst her instincts shouted "no!" Where was she? Ventriloquist was all too confused. This stud was polite. Never had she seen a stag that had dwelled amongst the do-gooders like most we did. Venti found herself flinching again. "Am I in some other world, sir?" Such a silly question, but it seemed it! "Like, heaven . . . probably hell." Her nape outstretched, auroras blinking. 'Twas so . . . askew. Kind stallions? Pfft, and pigs fly!
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