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Post by Marley™ on Aug 5, 2007 21:09:34 GMT -5
Chestnut and white hue pounded into the terra.
Daggers making small, precise indentations.
Steps so calculated, the equine seemed to be doing some sort of coreographed dance.
Audios flicked, shooing flies away, and listening.
The fae heard nothing but her own hoofbeats.
Sigh was emmited from kissers, and then she sang a bitter sweet song, calling any stallion to her.
Smirk appeared on maw, dialated nares flared. She smelled them.
Vocals rose again, singing an even a more seductive song. She lifted her tail, to show all brutes far and near, she was in heat.
This was Xena. A dark little mare, more of a filly, really. Three years of age, she had just been sent from her herd, a fresh picking for any stud daring enough to claim her hate-filled and wild heart. She wasn't in the Claiming Grounds, did that even matter? A stag would be even more excited by her here than in that stupid light-filled place, where big strong palominos carressed dainty little snow white Arabian femmes to join them, and fall in love, and bare their stupid, vile, ugly foals, who would be just like them! Stupid, dumb, demented, Light. This disgusted her. Wild horses weren't meant to be Arabians, or Quarter Horses, or even pure Mustang. Their origins were meant to be unknown, yes, they probably all had a single middle eastern ancestor, but they came to exist through many generations, centuries, eons, of breeding with a domesticated horse thrown in here or there, maybe even inbreeding.
No wild horse was purebred.
Xena spat. She didn't need that. She needed pain, anger, greed, lust. Now you're talking.
No, Xena wasn't the prettiest of mares, but she could be attractive if she wanted to. And right now she wanted to. Not purebred, a real wild horse. Breed unknown, maybe some Mustang, and Nakota, and Welsh, but that's all anyone could see on the outside. No one knew her real origins. She didn't mind this. Not one bit. She liked not knowing where she really came from. Mysterious, eh?
She reared, letting her song out again, and then waited.
Waited to be claimed, bred, anything.
She did not particularly want to be forcebred, but that doesn't mean she would resist. Maybe she would, maybe she wouldn't. Depends on her mood.
Whatever.
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Post by Lizzeh © on Aug 5, 2007 21:20:50 GMT -5
Black forelock hung limply in the dun's chocolate eyes, as he moved slowly through the lands. Nostrils quivered, detecting different scents upon the wind. Ears perked on top of his head, as he swung it to his left. Something was moving through the underbrush. He didn't move towards whatever was there. He continued on his path. Black tail flicked over his hindquarters, as Dragonheart moved along.
Birds rose up from a nearby bush, nearly startling the Dark Lord. Scaring him? Pshaw. Yah, right. Nostrils quivered, as he picked up more scents. Darks. Yes. A dark mare. His ears flicked slightly, as he continued on his way. Suddenly, she came into veiw.
He paused, his eyes staring at the mare. Dragonheart clenched his jaw, tail whipping slowly over his hind legs. What to do now... |
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Post by Marley™ on Aug 6, 2007 11:07:17 GMT -5
Xena's auds caught the sound of rustling bushes. She raised her delicate tiara and flared her nostrils. She smelled him.
"Come out, dear stud. I know you're there."
She said.
She began to walk torwards the bushes where she had heard the sounds. Xena lifted her tail ever so slightly, allowing her mare-in-heat scent drift over him.
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Post by Lizzeh © on Aug 6, 2007 11:15:30 GMT -5
Ears perked slightly forward, and he appeared out of the brambles, head held regally. Chocolate eyes stayed upon her, as he stopped just outside of his hiding place. "Of course you would know," he hissed, his tones cold. Tail flicked slowly behind him, cursing the flying bugs under his breath.
Muzzle listed slightly into the air, as he could smell her, but, it didn't drive him crazy like the others. He could tolerate it. Tail flicked ever so slowly now, as he circled her. "So, tell me, what is a pretty little filly like you doing out here?" Smirk was placed upon his maw, as he paused next to her, ears flicked forward. |
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Post by Marley™ on Aug 6, 2007 11:27:10 GMT -5
Xena merely smirked as the hessian circled her.
"You think I'm going to go to the claiming grounds? They're filled with lights. It disgusts me. Anyways, I'm here looking for a king. I figure any stallion would be just as excited, if not more, to see me here rather than there."
She stomped her right hind foot and flicked her auburn tail, shooing the bloodsuckers away. Xena smirked again.
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Post by Lizzeh © on Aug 6, 2007 11:30:18 GMT -5
A snort issued out of him, and he rolled his eyes slightly. A soft chuckled came out, as he faced her again. "You never know. Some stallions are just weird like that," he smirked slyly, and flicked his tail against his hindquarters. "So, what is your name, pretty miss?"
The Dark king raised his muzzle slightly, flaring his nostrils. A forehoof stomped against the ground, as his coat twitched slightly.
ooc;;
Eck. Short. |
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Post by Marley™ on Aug 6, 2007 11:40:26 GMT -5
ooc; S'okay.
bic;
Xena let out a laugh.
"My name isn't important. But if you must know, Xena."
Xena sighed. This was boring. She needed excitement. Slowly, she turned and began to walk, seeing if the stallion would follow. She let out another giggle. Oh how she liked to tease stallions.
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Post by Lizzeh © on Aug 6, 2007 11:50:31 GMT -5
Dragonheart followed after her at a slow trot. "Woah, woah," he said, nipping at her hindquarters slightly. "Where are you going," he said, eyes darkening some. Tail whipped against his hind legs, as he moved toward her side.
"I am Dragonheart," he said, not quite formally. Of course, he didn't add that he was a king. Why give that away? He raised his muzzle slightly, as he moved in front of her. |
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Post by Marley™ on Aug 6, 2007 12:08:31 GMT -5
Anger flared in Xena's eyes. As he nipped her on the rump, she kicked out into the hessian's chest. She whipped around, facing him, her anger even more apparent.
"Who said you owned me?! I'll go where I please, Dragonheart!"
She hissed. Again, she began to walk, steering around the muscular stallion in front of her. She set off at a slow lope, tresses swaying like orange flame, banner whipping in the wind, the color of blood against the gray and purple sky.
Again, she wanted to see if the stud would follow. After all, she needed a commited king. Xena's audios were flat against her skull. No equine would control her, even her king.
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Post by Lizzeh © on Aug 6, 2007 12:12:08 GMT -5
Dragonheart's ears flicked back against his skull, and he followed after her once more. Anger seared his body, as did the pain in his chest. He drew up to her side, landing a nip on her side. He moved away, a smirk on his muzzle, as he made sure he was a good distance away that she couldn't kick him. Ears were drawn tightly against his skull, as he stood there, tail flicking slowly behind him.
"Never said I did own you," he snorted, nostrils quivering. His forelock hung over his eyes, as he lowered his muzzle to the Earth, snuffling the ground slightly. Of course, his chocolate eyes were still on her. How dare she. |
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Post by Marley™ on Aug 6, 2007 12:21:14 GMT -5
Xena reared up as he nipped her flank, in an attempt to retaliate. Then she stopped, and went back to all fours. She began to walk gracefully torwards him. She nipped his ear playfully and smiled.
"I like you."
She stated. Her roan neck was arched, tail perked and her audits perked. Xena sure was a sight to behold. Dainty, petite, graceful, beautiful.
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Post by Lizzeh © on Aug 6, 2007 12:29:24 GMT -5
Dragonheart flicked his tail, bringing his head up from the Earth. "Really now," he spoke softly, his eyes still narrowed at her. Ears flicked forward, as he stood there, tail flicking slowly behind him. A bird called from overhead, causing an ear to flick ever so slightly.
"You had a change of heart there. Kind of lightish by my standards," he chuckled, teasing her. Of course, this was how he was. |
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