Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 3, 2008 17:27:13 GMT -5
I let out a disbeleaving snort. You entered my land because you were lost? Well now don't you think that you would have smelt my scent before you saw me? The femme was egging on my dark side. My teeth glimmered in the moons rays as I smilled almost like the wolf I have killed just minutes ago. Eight Moons have no doubt that I could make you mine. I heft up my torso and slamed it into the ground, huge puffs of dry earth flew up around me. I'll tell you what little mare you turn your arrs arouns and walk out of my land right now and you will not be mine, but if you stay any longer in my land I shall jump your bones even if it is with force. My black eye's glittered devilishly in the little light and I huffed out a breath that carried my scent.
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Post by deathreaper on Jun 3, 2008 17:38:50 GMT -5
MY orbs flashed greatly, a challenge he seemed to speak. I watched with a laugh, orbs fluttered to the ground as I only watched the ground for a moment, listening. "Aw, poor me, maybe I didn't want to feel like a dog, Zarian." I muttered them harshly and own pillars listed me up, my tail whisking and I gave a grimmace back to the boy, giving a slightly roll to my eyes. "Plus, Zarian, You could, but you won't." I let my mind roam for a moment, my own fury raging fowards and out at him and auds pinned. "And I can turn and walk, but I will not, Zarian. I will stay here." My nose came towards his, his breath to my nares, a scent that let my laugh before my own snort flew at his nares, giving a gentle snort after that, small breaths to his nose, his to mine. A light could be seen doing this, mates they would be, but I call it rage when I did it some time. No matter what you think I was doing, I knew that I didn't care.
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
Posts: 448
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 4, 2008 14:05:13 GMT -5
A satisfied smile curved my lips, the mare was going to stay and I was going to have my fun. I could and I would. Taking a step towards the femme I whisper. And I will. Slowly I walked around the white femme, her bod was tantalizing and it almost stole away my breath when I came up behind her. I defiantly like this view. Eight Moons was so small compared to my mass, but I still found that I fit atop her perfectly. It was almost like we were made to be together. Remember I gave you fare warning to walk away, unharmed. I but out the words. She was tight but I shoved in, hard. The dark part of me wanted it ruff, and there was only an inkling of light that thought this was wrong. I will probably regret this in the morning. Digging my teeth into the back of Eight Moons neck I start to thrust in and out. In the back of my mind I wondered if I was hurting her but the part that was in control didn’t care.
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Post by deathreaper on Jun 4, 2008 15:04:00 GMT -5
Auds flicked, pinning as the stag smirked and I watched him with a soft gaze for a moment. My innocent blue orbs watched as he spoke. "You can't, and won't." But I knew I was wrong. My limbs never moved, he could kill me in a split second if he wanted. My pelt had sweat off of it, glittering in the sun. As he went behind me, I hardly breathed, harly move, I only waited, what was he doing? As he landed upon my back, I gave a snort, neck throwing it's self down as he tried to clamp his teeth in to my neck. I gave a rough snort, clamping teeth together and auds pinning quickly before looking around. The pain, I wanted it away.
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
Posts: 448
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 4, 2008 15:19:13 GMT -5
Worm seed spilled from my raging member and I gave a final thrust. You were good even if you weren’t a partner in the pleasure. I gave the femme’s neck a soft lick and withdrew, falling to the ground with a thus I add. Don’t worry though I am a good teacher. A deep chuckle left my throat, my ‘buddy’ was satisfied for now but I knew that he would not be for long, he never was. I have great stamina, and no I was not bragging. My muzzle pushed up against the mares hind corters, she smelt of mare and sex, the smell was almost like torment. Slowly I placed of huge hoof infront of the other and came to stand next to the white mare. Come now, we shall find a place to rest for now, then I will continue showing you what I wont’ do. I started on ahead, but I kept my senses open, if she decided to bolt for it, she would be sorry. Eight Moons was now his, she carried his marking; it was a shocking crimson against her white pelt.
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Post by deathreaper on Jun 4, 2008 16:14:24 GMT -5
My auds perked as his bod vessel fell from a top of mine. I gave a slight snort, prancing away a step or two, tail slashing around, snorting. My orbs watched him, pelt pelt now had a flaw, the red marking of him. Dammit. Now I was like a flag. Red, White, Blue. Next we'll all be singing the star spangled banner, wouldn't we? I gave a finally hiss as he pushed his mug again my hind quaters, I moved my end away from his touch, listening to the boy, only to throw a fit at myself and be stubborn, standing there for a moment. [Why even try. You know he would win.] I snorted and trotted fowards, coming to his side, bumping his nose back in return, snorting as we went on. "Fine." I muttered.
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Post by lynx'' on Jun 9, 2008 15:53:47 GMT -5
Written Warning- In the rules, it clearly states; no graphic breeding. Please do not do this again, we may have younger visitors to this site. Also, please remember to keep posts 100words+
Thanks.
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
Posts: 448
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 9, 2008 16:32:31 GMT -5
Err Ooops...I didn't realise that it was all that graphic...on other sights I usualy get more into it...I am sorry and I will tone it down a bit...Sorry to all out there that have now been blinded and molested by my wrighting.
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Post by deathreaper on Jun 9, 2008 16:44:51 GMT -5
[Good to see you back Trill, but ok Trippy. But Like Trill said, my sites have that...]
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
Posts: 448
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 9, 2008 16:49:42 GMT -5
The sun was rising, it's early morning hues sending my vast land into a bloody wasteland. The sight reminded me of a battle field with tall dead tree's reaching there bony hands into the crimson sky. The short dust covered grass was almost black with dark red smudges; this was not the best part of my terra, but it was to be expected it had been a harsh summer with a lot of heat giving rays.
My dark orbs crinkled slightly in the corners, it was the best smile that I could give the femme at this point in time. My shoulder hurt like a mother from the wolf bite and the coupling had not helped dull the pain. I had also not drinking or eaten in almost twenty hours, my stomach grumbled in response to my thoughts.
Giving up any hopes of sleeping soundly next to my new claim I walk on. Soon I lead her through the dead woods and into high grass, the grass was a golden yellow; it would not provide much sustenance but still I lowered my head and bit off a few heads in hopes that it would calm my ravenous stomach.
It was a little late to get to know the femme properly but still I voiced. Eight Moons tell me about your self. The words rumbled out of my throught, they were dry and hinted to my hours of galloping and fighting without water.
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
Posts: 448
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 9, 2008 16:51:43 GMT -5
[Good to see you back Trill, but ok Trippy. But Like Trill said, my sites have that...] Good to be back thank you
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Post by deathreaper on Jun 9, 2008 18:15:35 GMT -5
There was the small silence of the hopes and dreams comeing to you, always tugging at you into another way. Why had she chosen to come here? Why here, now, and near him. There was a unhappy growl in her mind, the thoughts confusing her all too much. She was only reminded by seeing him walk on, that she was never to lean around here again once she was free. She knew she would probaly never be let go.
The coupling had hurt, and the own looks of the king, master, held the small smile in his eyes. What for? I only snorted, dropping back to come to the other side of him, eventually they could rest, there was really no time of running around the lands anymore, was there? I softly saw the wolf marking upon his shoulder, my orbs took deep thought for a moment, my on reactions towards it fading as I knew there wasn't much I could do about it. I moved a bit more ahead, putting my mug to his shoulder lightly, licking at the scared shoulder. I had small, delicate gestures as I touched it gentle, only to pull away as he stopped and lowered his head at the golden grass through the dead woods. Anything would satisfy me now. I lowered my head as he, eating the heads of the dead grasses, though eating a smaller amount then him, hopefully to not look like a pig. I gave a soft sigh, my auds flattening a bit as I rested there for a breif moment, listening to his words. The corner of my mouth went down a bit, frowning to him a bit. Alittle late for this type of talk, wasn't it?
"I really have nothing to tell. My mother left me at the age of one, some colt adopting me and raising me to be his own. We both joined a herd, the hatred and horror there of abuse to him they did anything to try and get to me as I grew around three. They soon killed him off, trying to thirstly make me bare a viper for the damned, yet I held no respect for them, never had, never would had. I ran off, leaving not a trace behind. I then came here after two years of living on my own."
WC: 389 Notes- Uh..BIG POSTIE FOR ME! some what, gotton to 500 something before but what the hell, its a big start to head back towards that many words with lengthy posts again!
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
Posts: 448
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 10, 2008 13:45:41 GMT -5
(thank you! I was getting kinda bored because yours were like just over the minimum requierment, you just said the simple things but really had no description. But that post was very good and it had me thinking...) I flinched slightly as Eight Moons licked gently at my sholder and made little, almost soothing noices. When was the last time I had someone care for me? It was an odd thought becuase I could not remember; no matter how hard I tried to drift through my bleach memories. I stopped nipping the heads off of the wheat and starred openly at the femme. Even after the harsh way I treated you, you show me a kindness? Yes it had been a small kindness but it still sent my head realling. My dominante darker half didn't really understand, because when I had been younger my mother had shunned me from my birth band; it had scared my soal to see the look of my mothers face when she had told me that she would have had me die, and spend eternity in hell, then my father. The years after that had hardened my heart, being a lone every night, defending the life that I had left at every turn. I had lerned the hard way to never trust another being. That was why the dark side of me ruled, he had kept me alive.
The sun had risen some and its dark orange colors played along the vibrent green tree's ahead. My big bulk had started to move of it's own acord. It aparently wanted to show the femme all that my land had to offer. Come on we shall talk on the way. My mood had lightened even if I was still tiered, hungery, and thirsty. It was not very smart of you to join a band that abused your protector and wanted to use you just for carrying there deamon offspring. I was probably not much of a step up from them; I start to chuckle because of my thoughts, I was not better at all. .
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Post by deathreaper on Jun 10, 2008 14:38:40 GMT -5
There was a soft silence between the two of us, my own head racing about. I had showed kindness, but only to care of it. Wounds always made me flinch, giving me headaches when some just brushed it aside. I knew that I had done that when Zarian had bitten his mark into my pelt, but that was different. There was a minimum amount of breathing coming from my lungs as he spoke, waiting, closing orbs and cringing as he spoke, waiting for him to bite my head off becaus I had cleaned at his wound. My, my, there was no point in stopping him if he tried. But he didn't... Strange, yet I was very glad he didn't try to snap my head off. "I haven't had any one to ever look after before, but still, wounds make me alittle sick some times." I spoke soft and light, hopefully to not ever get snapped at again. I didn't want another bite on me, not from anyone. I grasped a final head from the grasses before snorting and pawing the ground as a small bird cawed, almost as if saying it was his territory we were on. Stupid bird. I shook my head, slightly annoyed by how my memories were brought back up. There was no stopping of him talking about me now, or of the small stallion that had taken me in. "I just followed him. I never knew what had gone on. I had always stayed in the woods like my protector told me too, I had never seen the stallion." I wasn't scared of the darks, I was just frustrated at them sometimes. My orbs blinked slightly as he started walking, my hind pillar reached fowards, setting balence off and making a front pillar step fowards, moving my on after him. I held no anger really, but I never held true happiness, I couldn't. Not with all the people that hated me. I only gave a small sigh, trotting a few steps to catch up to him, looking at his shoulder once more. I had never been a good friend to any body ever really. But people were getting eaiser to trust now, yet you never know who could turn on you. I watched the playing colors in the sky, swirled against the sky like icing and food coloring being sqished in. My young, delicatly dished head moved fowards, stretching out a bit as I walked. [Yea, sorry about that, I've been pissed for the last few weeks. Well Yea, I used to hate it if I had posts that weren't atleast 1000 words long. Even got a post to be 5896 words long, or some where over 5000 words.]
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Trill Stalker
Mare
In the Beginning there was darkness. Then light was made. So we could see the truth about our-self.
Posts: 448
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Post by Trill Stalker on Jun 10, 2008 15:15:07 GMT -5
Ha Ha my post is 409 wods just like yours lol I broke into the dark green forest with the femme following close behind. The forest was old and the tree's were pruff of it, they towered over the both of them like giant's. The ground was covered in green foliage, that squished moistly under foot. It was a vast difference from the almost desert land that they had came from. I used to have an entire band to look after, then I left them. The words were out of my mouth before I knew it, I really hated talking about my past because it felt a though my heart was dieing when the memories were brought to serface. But don't worry I am still paying for my mistake. Even four years latter.
Wounds make you sick? Ha then Eight Moons really will not like her new life with me. I had just claimed this land and not many knew of me; other more rambunctiouse stallions were bound to stumble there way into my land and challenge my laws. A long dead and decaying tree had fallen to the ground, it was covered in moss and looked slightly slimy. My muscles bunch and I shot myself gracefully into the air, my front hooves hit the gound on the other side of the tree and my hind ones soon follow. A bird startled from the sudden noice of it all flew up into the canopy. My eyes followed it, the bird was black with long gracefull wings, they made me wish that I had wings so I, also could fly from my problems. Wait that makes no scence, you had said that the two of you had joined a band but they abused your protectore and killed him. But now you say that you did not see the stallion that killed your companion. You had also said that they had wanted you to act as a brood mare for them. Somehow this mare was lying to me becuase she kept on mixing up her stories, telling me one thing and yet another. I kept on walking the muscles in my legs moving like preditores of there own, I did not look back over my sholder to see if Eight Moons had followed me over the log because she was just a mumble of words that I was too tiered to make anything out of.
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