Post by alexander on Jul 16, 2008 0:01:46 GMT -5
RASHAUNDA
Breaking your soul
With each passing night of pleasure.
Breaking your soul
With each passing night of pleasure.
Little do the blundering bastards called men realize, that with each passing night of pleasure, their soul bends over and does somersaults for me. How clueless those idjits can be. The mare's eyes cracked wide open with amusement. She found guys to be stupid . In her mind, they think that when a girl bows to their every will, they are wenches. Their servants, even. But not Rashaunda. She lets them think that for so long, putting her services to good use every night, until shes got them doing her dirty work and instead of the other way around. But whatever.
In her four years of life, she has become as smart as any twelve year old. In fact, she has become so smart, no stallion has EVER beat on her. If they should try, them God had betetr damn her pretty little cherry bay corpse to Hell, bacause blood will be spilled, and unfortunatley, it would not be hers. So what was a smart little girl like her doing in Fae Meadows if she was smart and could keep dangling men dangled for her? Only one solution; a partner. NOt a partner in sex. Not unless a threesome would be thoroughly involved, but a partner in crime. She was looking for a sort of apprentice. Soem one she could teach to be just like her, though a bit rougher around the edges.
Rashaunda looked at the pitiful excuse of faes around her. None of them had enough spirit in them to be a taunting mare that could lead a stallion with a swish of their banners. None of them at a-...She noticed one towards the back of them all. The mare was doing a sort of rear. Or at least, She thought it was a rear. Yes, most definitaly a rear. A graceful one at that. The ground made a thudding ound followed by a relentless vibration as the mare had let herself fall back to the ground on all fours. Perfect! she murmered in delight. She thought this perky little bitch to be the best partner yet.
Naturally, she walked to the bitch. Rashaunda thought nothing of any one else except the mare in front of her. The bitch had a cold, hard , yet utterly wonderous and beatiful face of a Dark One. All the more fun, she thought to herself. Still staring the whench in the eyes, but not in a challenging way, in a way of offering, she spoke. Hello there. Do you like men? Do you like men to follow you? To want o be with you, even those of desire to control and enslave most? HEr offer was plain and simple; just say yes, and she would train her to be as she is. So Rashaunda left it at that.
After that day, which was around a year or so ago, the bitch had almost never let her side. That was until she found Necro. Necro was her dream. She had always talked to Rashaunda about finiding a King just like him. When they started talking, That whore forgot all she taught her and left. Just like that. Now she roams the Dark lands, doing what she does best; stringer them boys. That is until she got the thought. What if i wind up the same way? What if I find someone, just as she did? Would my life be at waste? Would my cherry bay pelt be at waste for all the times I have decieved the idiots around me? SHe could only wonder at that as she walked right into another's lands. One she had heard was queenless. Maybe she would be just as lucky as that bitch, Maybe she would have to kill someone and not be so lucky. MAYBE. MAYBE. MAYBE.
In her four years of life, she has become as smart as any twelve year old. In fact, she has become so smart, no stallion has EVER beat on her. If they should try, them God had betetr damn her pretty little cherry bay corpse to Hell, bacause blood will be spilled, and unfortunatley, it would not be hers. So what was a smart little girl like her doing in Fae Meadows if she was smart and could keep dangling men dangled for her? Only one solution; a partner. NOt a partner in sex. Not unless a threesome would be thoroughly involved, but a partner in crime. She was looking for a sort of apprentice. Soem one she could teach to be just like her, though a bit rougher around the edges.
Rashaunda looked at the pitiful excuse of faes around her. None of them had enough spirit in them to be a taunting mare that could lead a stallion with a swish of their banners. None of them at a-...She noticed one towards the back of them all. The mare was doing a sort of rear. Or at least, She thought it was a rear. Yes, most definitaly a rear. A graceful one at that. The ground made a thudding ound followed by a relentless vibration as the mare had let herself fall back to the ground on all fours. Perfect! she murmered in delight. She thought this perky little bitch to be the best partner yet.
Naturally, she walked to the bitch. Rashaunda thought nothing of any one else except the mare in front of her. The bitch had a cold, hard , yet utterly wonderous and beatiful face of a Dark One. All the more fun, she thought to herself. Still staring the whench in the eyes, but not in a challenging way, in a way of offering, she spoke. Hello there. Do you like men? Do you like men to follow you? To want o be with you, even those of desire to control and enslave most? HEr offer was plain and simple; just say yes, and she would train her to be as she is. So Rashaunda left it at that.
After that day, which was around a year or so ago, the bitch had almost never let her side. That was until she found Necro. Necro was her dream. She had always talked to Rashaunda about finiding a King just like him. When they started talking, That whore forgot all she taught her and left. Just like that. Now she roams the Dark lands, doing what she does best; stringer them boys. That is until she got the thought. What if i wind up the same way? What if I find someone, just as she did? Would my life be at waste? Would my cherry bay pelt be at waste for all the times I have decieved the idiots around me? SHe could only wonder at that as she walked right into another's lands. One she had heard was queenless. Maybe she would be just as lucky as that bitch, Maybe she would have to kill someone and not be so lucky. MAYBE. MAYBE. MAYBE.
