*GET READY BITCHES {|claiming|}

[>>savvy ♥]

DARK DECEMBER
i wake up with bloodshot eyes
struggle to memorize
the way it felt between your thighs
pleasure that made you cry
feels so good to be bad
not worth the aftermath, after that
after that
try to get you back

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Cloaked in black, a figure moved forwards, pistons working the ground. His strides were long and smooth, yet his hooves only skimmed centimeters off the mushy earth. He didn’t know where he was, yet it didn’t matter to him at the moment, he’d take any worn down god-forbid you live here kind of place at any time. And that was exactly what the brute planned to do. Nares flared with the thick scents of the land that induced a queasy feeling in the pit of his stomach that twisted and churned angrily inside of him. Or, maybe, it was just the anger that was bubbling inside of him, that hatred he had for the last creature he had met, and how much he loathed the place he found himself in.

All of that was what made him want it all the more. He was crazy, yes, and he admitted to it. Say any sort of shit to his face, no mater how bad, and nothing but a bored hooded look would cross the face of the stallion, he’d sneer, and throw you a sarcastic “thank you.” Either that or end your life. Easy to see which one you would more than likely prefer. The abnormalities of the male’s personality were never obvious at first, but strike up a conversation with him—decent or not—and it would become obvious that he wasn’t exactly a normal dark, in the fact that he never took charge unless he was in it for the blood sport or you’re a mare about to get your ass raped.

You could say that all stallions are sex-crazed maniacs, dark ones at least, and for Dark December that was always true. From the moment he was born his life was cursed. The parents that were in it for the ‘good times’ rather than the actual love, the sister that he almost killed, the father that was no longer alive due to December’s own deadly actions, and the nasty darks that molded him into the ass he is today. He wasn’t much of a leader, he never was, he was like Stalin or Hitler, ruling by installing fear into his followers and threatening all they ever knew if they dared to stand against him. The fact that he was one massive son of a bitch standing at 16.2 hands usually did the trick.

His thickly muscled neck arched in the mannerism of an Arabian with a kick-ass ego, and his thick tail of black tendrils lashed hard against his hindquarters as the strides he was taking increased in length, power, holding an eerie grace, marked with the thick sickening tones of pure seduction. One, two, one, two, stumble, catch his falling body, and move on. The suction action of the marshy lands continued to impair is gait and slow him, and in a frustrated manner, his upper corpse flung itself into the thick fall air. How he hated feeling weak. This place made him weak, yet it also gave him the chance to become stronger, rid his body of those minute flaws, and become the perfection he so lusted for. Dark December was stupid in a twisted sense of the word; the fact that he yearned so much for ‘perfection’ made him foolish in his acts, for perfection was impossible. His motto was, in fact, the clichéd “practice makes perfect.”

Sliding his obsidian bulk to a rather choppy halt his body stood poised, a perfect statue, perfect in all of it’s flaws. Because even the most perfect things were flawed beyond their own beliefs. Glaring, deep brown eyes so dark you could swear they were vortexes to some other world (which, maybe if you stared into them long enough, December could in fact take you somewhere exciting), the Friesian continued to stare deep into the lands he swore to claim. So, maybe he would fail as a leader, he’d kill whatever had ruined it, force a few mares, and then move on. Life goes on, and on, and on, and on, that was the fact, and December was at least aware enough to realize that.

A single pillar lifted, arching, pawing the air, spiraling down to strike the earth, churn up the soggy ground, and splatter his already messy coat with more mud. Beneath the thick layers of forelock and the black mane that cascaded like an oily waterfall down his shoulder his glossy orbs were flicking over the horizon that was soon to be his no matter what the cost. The thick, long, and glossy mane and tail that were attached to him were rather impractical. It never was truly silky smooth and flowing in the way that you would expect a Barbie horse’s hair to flow; it was usually tangled among itself, decorated with stray leaves, or stuck with prickly plants of all kinds. In truth, no mater how dramatic his mane and tail could help him be, December would rip it off without mercy any old day.

With muscles flexing under his lucid coat he moved forward one more stride, head held up, tail flicking about crazily, eyes wide, nostrils flaring, he paced. Forward a stride, backwards, side-step, and stop. Neck, craning as high as it could go, his jaws parted, ivories bared, harsh and grating tone slowly sliding from his throat. Soft, at first, a low rumble, similar to a lion’s growl getting louder in a growing crescendo that turned into a stallion’s scream, raging over the lands, falling down to nothing not so quickly.

The steam, blowing from his nostrils, curled hot and angry around his velvet muzzle, his muscled neck was arched in a subtle bridge, and his pillars began to work the earth again. It was his earth, his land, his world, and his kingdom. Free for him to mold to be the way he wanted it to be, change the very face of the mucky, vial soil, and make it so he ruled the world once more. Lust for power raged wild and ravaging in his veins, filling his eyes with more murderous notes. First, he had to find a mare, make her sides bulge with his the product of his loins. That, of course, was only the start; there would be other stallions, yes, many; ruled over by the most fearsome of methods. One slip up on their part, and, oops, they never existed in the first place.

Was it true that Dark December was finally home?

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[Sohalia]

Do you have a mare already claimed for the land?

[Sohalia]

Its fine dear, I understand it. Long if you get her sometime shortly.

[>>savvy ♥]

Thanks, Soh.
I won't forget rules next time. ;D

[``Vickerz]

Deirdre

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you

D

[/size]eirdre was pretty tired of wandering around. She was pretty upset since Riku left, He had taken her in after she left Hollow Woods. But Deirdre would just have to face the fact that Riku was gone and she would never see him again. Deirdre sighed, Her mood was gloomy for the past few days since she has nobody to love and she hates it. Deirdre sighed again as she picked up an easy canter and sailed over the Taunting Marshes border. She stopped for a second and sniffed the air, There was a stallion near by. Deirdre grinned as she picked up her canter again and approached the black Friesian stallion. She took in his scent as she came to a halt right next to him. "Hello there, What brings you to the Marshes? Claim perhaps? The name is Deirdre, Don't forget it" Deirdre said as she looked this stallion over. He was pretty handsome and irresistible too. Deirdre licked her bloody lips as she wondered what his name was. It was probaly something dark and twisted but sexy at the same time.

D[/size]eirdre wondered if the stallion had a mare. He should have a mare since any dark vixen would find him pretty damn sexy like Deirdre was right now. "So what's your name?" Deidre asked him, Her lyrics soft yet dark and pretty sexy. She looked at her chestnut coat and compared it to the stallion's dark coat. Oh how pale she must have looked to the stallion that was next to her. She grinned sexily and she looked at the stallion with her hazel/blue eyes. Did he find her sexy? Maybe but she might just have to stick around for a little while longer.

[Deirdre was given to me by Palo before she went on vacation and when Palo came back, She told me that I could keep her. Hope you like the post, Savvy!][/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[>>savvy ♥]

DARK DECEMBER
i wake up with bloodshot eyes
struggle to memorize
the way it felt between your thighs
pleasure that made you cry
feels so good to be bad
not worth the aftermath, after that
after that
try to get you back

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The lands, they were meshing with Dark December, the soft fog slithered over the terra, the creatures that rustled the leaves in the trees, and he felt like he was being watched. Or was he? No, that was not how it worked, December was watching them, even though that 'them' was just bats fluttering about in the night and catching their prey. A small smirk, almost unnoticeable, tugged at the corner's of his lips, as something else was lurking off to the side. Nostrils flared, his audits swiveled, yet the rest of his body refused to move from it's spot. He knew what was coming; the feminine scent was hovering thick in the air, and something inside of December clicked.'

'Bout time he had his first visitor.

"Greetings, wench--er, I mean, Deirdre," he began, tone slightly irritated, yet icy at the same time; just like it always was. It was not a mistake calling her wench, as she would probably think, for December didn't make mistakes.
He just didn't, wasn't that correct? Only one other scent managed to block out the wall of mare that stood near him, and that was the natural odor that the marshes sent off. It was hellish smell, reminding him of twisted bodies dead from war, carcasses lying on the ground and rotting. He loved it. "I applaud you for having enough brains up there to realize that I have claimed these lands." pausing again for effect, tones laced with sarcasm, his eyes rolled a quick circle. "Dark December, sweet cheeks, if you must know.

Deep eyes rolled over the female's dainty body experimentally, boring into every inch of her chestnut body, searching for flaws, finding something to admire. Damn she was beautiful, but weren't all mares irresistibly delicious these days? So many of them he would love to have under his control, and this thing could be one of them, correct? Sneering at Deirdre, he pulsed forward at a smooth walk, chest ramming hers and neck craning around to grab the skin of her neck between his teeth. He worked the flesh there, not daring to break it, just testing her. How much could she really handle?

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[``Vickerz]

Deirdre

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you

D

[/size]eirdre smirked at Dark December. His name was dark and twisted, Just like she had imagined it. "Dark December . . ." Deirdre said, Playing with his name on her tongue. His next actions didn't scare her one bit, She liked having his teeth on her neck, Working with the flesh that was there. "Having fun with my neck?" She asked, Her lyrics teasing and sarcastic. She didn't move an inch, Making sure that he wouldn't tear her flesh if she moved. She turned her head, keeping her neck straight as she looked at Dark December. "So, If you are claiming this land then shouldn't you have yourself a mare?" She asked, Her lyrics were curious and she really did wonder if he had a mare or if she was his mare and she didn't even know it.

D[/size]eirdre studied his body as he worked away on her chestnut neck, Playing with her flesh and tasting it too. It actually felt kinda good like when you get a back massage and you feel so relaxed, That was how Deirdre felt right now. He made her feel kinda giddy inside too like there were a million little butterflies just waiting to break free on her stomach and fly away, Their wings carrying them off into the sky and far away from the two dark equines that stood there. Why was Deirdre feeling like this? Not even she knew the answer to that question but she had a haunch that she had feelings for Dark December that she didn't know about. Was that the case?[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[>>savvy ♥]

DARK DECEMBER
i wake up with bloodshot eyes
struggle to memorize
the way it felt between your thighs
pleasure that made you cry
feels so good to be bad
not worth the aftermath, after that
after that
try to get you back

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"The perfect toy,"he spoke, pulling away, stopping his antics, and watching her form. The moonlight, strong in the night air, struck her, giving her coat a shimmer, and highlighting all of the accents on her body. Delicious. He had to have her; he just did. Lust, burning deep in his veins, drove him to it, and he had to admit that she was rather tempting. Queen material? Perhaps. Maybe just in his whore stash for the moment; until she manged to prove that she was worth his fucking time. "Tell you what, babe, how about you become that mare that I need?" he stared her down, an invisible brow raised in question, and his lips tilted into a contemplative slant. Not like she had much of a choice other than joining, if she refused things wouldn't have been very pleasant for her.

Giving his tail a good flick, cascading the tendrils over her chest, he began to circle her, breath coming in quick, deep gasps, and his the dinner plates that he managed to pass as hooves planted firm in the ground. His ground. The air was so moist it was sickening, in the best possible way, of course, and he knew it had just rained before this. Why else would the lands be a damn hell-hole like it was? Such an attractive place it was; beautiful in it's own twisted way, and it was so clear to Dark December now, such a crystal clear world for him.

Power raged in his blood, this land was his, this mare was going to be his, and his lands would be powerful; no matter what the cost proved to be. Drawing his large body up to her right side, his hindquarters pushed into hers, slamming slightly, hoping to throw her a bit off balance. He had control, and the little bitch needed to know that if she were to stick around this dammed marsh. Taunting marshes. "Yes," he began again, "Welcome to Taunting Marshes, my dear, but that's only if you dare to face hell."

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[``Vickerz]

Deirdre

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you

"Your mare? Sounds tempting, Just enough to make me accept so yeah, I'll be the mare that you need" Deirdre said, Looking at his body that shimmered as the moonlight hit him. He was pretty damn tempting and he was her king now. She felt lust in her veins as he circled her and pushed into her, Throwing her off balance in an attempt to show her his power. Well of course he had power, He owned this damn land. She just looked at him, Lust in her eyes are she traced his body in her mind. He was pretty good at taunting her with his black body that shimmered and sparkled in the moonlight.

D

[/size]eirdre smirked at his words. Dare hell? She had already been to hell and back.
"I was born in hell so of course I can dare hell" Deirdre said, Taunting him in her own way. She moved forward, Her chestnut coat shimmered and danced in the moonlight as she sauntered forward. She looked back at him as she walked, Flicking her chestnut tail towards her in a taunting way. Care to play a game, Dark December?[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[>>savvy ♥]

DARK DECEMBER
i wake up with bloodshot eyes
struggle to memorize
the way it felt between your thighs
pleasure that made you cry
feels so good to be bad
not worth the aftermath, after that
after that
try to get you back

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"Fabulous," December sneered, a deep chuckle that wasn't supposed to be funny rolled off of his tongue, and he felt her pull off of his body. At least she wasn't one of those mares that decided to glue themselves to his sides at all times, the king of clingy mare that drove him to the edge of insanity. During breeding season, it was all in the best, that was for sure, it made forcing himself into them easier. Born in hell, eh? His head shook doubtfully, crazy mane flying about his neck, lasing his skin, and punishing him. She was a damn pretty little thing, innocent in the only way that a dark could ever be, and she managed to keep December's attention long enough.

Whore stash indeed. Eyes traveled over her body, concentrating mostly on the sinuous sway of her slender hinds, watching as he tail flicked about tempting him to follow her deeper into the dangers of his territory. Snickering, eyes lighting up with lust, he pillars worked the ground and pushed him after her at a trot. Stretching his neck out to her, his teeth bared themselves and dug at her withers, yanking both mane and flesh at once. Shoving his shoulder against his little bitch again, the brute pushed her to the side, pulling his own body ahead of her chestnut frame. Taking powerful strides his obsidian form side-stepped neatly so that the right side of his rounded barrel was pushed onto the mare's chest, hopefully stopping the female right in her tracks.

Aggression; the ultimate way to get whatever the hell you wanted.

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[``Vickerz]

Deirdre

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you

Deirdre heard his hooves hitting the ground as he trotted forward and then she felt a sharp pain in her withers as he injected his teeth into her flesh and ripped some of her flesh and mane off her chestnut body. She grinned at him as he pushed her aside and went ahead of her, He was aggressive and she liked that, It gave her respect for the king. He side-stepped and pushed his barrel right into her chest, Making her back legs go up from the short stop and her head slam into his withers, Making her bleed from her forehead. She let out a low snarl as she looked at him, Blood trickling down her head and some of it getting into her eyes, Making her vision all blurry. What the hell was he thinking? She could have reared up and pierced his own body instead of hurting her own. What was he trying to do?

D

[/size]eirdre was slightly annoyed at his little game before but she was trying to keep her cool and she tried to stop herself from trying to rip part of Dark December's flesh right off his neck. Deirdre didn't even know why he liked her in the first place. Yes, she was pretty but there was other mares that he might like better. The curiosity got the better of her and she spoke out. "What makes you like me more than the others? I'm not as pretty as some of the other vixens out there. So why? Why did you pick me instead of the others?" She asked. Curiosity killed the cat.[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[>>savvy ♥]

DARK DECEMBER
i wake up with bloodshot eyes
struggle to memorize
the way it felt between your thighs
pleasure that made you cry
feels so good to be bad
not worth the aftermath, after that
after that
try to get you back

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She was irritated with him; how attractive. There was nothing better than a hot-headed dark mare to toy with. Dark December spat to rid the steely taste of blood in his mouth. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy it, because he usually did, yet he had other things on his mind rather that tearing into flesh at this point. Removing his side from the slender feminine barrel, he dipped his nose down to scrape the earth a slight bit, and found that it wasn't as moist in the place he now stood. Interesting, this place was proving to be a satisfying land for the obsidian stallion.

He spun on her, teeth flashing, but he resisted the urge to tear into her supple flesh. What was it with mares and their swinging moods and the need to know it all? "Shut up, bitch, you should be glad any stallion took you in their right mind," he spat at her, a mocking grin pulling at the corners of his lips. "Don't worry babe, I didn't mean it, and I'm not sure why actually, maybe I'm just desperate." snickering, he wasn't kidding about that last part, maybe he really was desperate. Or maybe he was picking up the signals and he saw something in the mare that others did not, and he knew that she would be worth it in the end. Somewhere along she would prove herself; he could feel it in his bones. "You're worth it." he added slowly, almost drawling out his words.

Lifting his head upwards, nostrils flaring, legs pumping inches off the ground, he paced in one place, daring her prove that she was worth it. Please babe, show me some intelligence. Mares weren't good for much. All December had used them for was making foals and looking pretty next to his shoulder. He knew that there were those rarities out there, the smart ones, the manipulators, the ones that proved they had something in that damn pretty head of theirs. That kind of mare would be his queen.

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[``Vickerz]

Deirdre

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you

Deirdre grinned, She was worth something now? That made her snicker. She was usually this really nasty bitch who was pretty manipulative and devious. Should she prove herself to December or should she just act like the dumb, worthless mare that she looked like to him right now? She smirked as a thought came across her mind. When she was wandering around the land she went into Hollow Woods and saw the way Droja acted and she was queen now wasn't she? Maybe Deirdre should act like that, The bitchy and full of herself side of the chestnut vixen was going to come out and there was going to be some hell, Deirdre could just feel it in her body. A sly smile formed on her face as she stared down the king, He called her a bitch and he had made her feel important but now she was going to show the side of her that no one has seen, Not even Deirdre herself. 'Just think of being manipulative and bitchy and you will go far, Deirdre" She told herself, Giving her more confidence to prove herself worthy of being something more than a worthless little whore that everyone thought she was. She wasn't a whore but she was a bitch and she was pretty damn sly and manipulative so why not just show it. She grinned slyly at him, It's show time. "A bitch? Sure I'm that but I'm something more, Not a little whore that everyone thinks mares like me fucking are. Are you going to think like some sex-crazed stallion or a real king? Do you have what it takes to prove that you, Yes you, Are actually lucky to have me around?" Deirdre demanded, Her voice pretty damn bitchy. She knew that she had just shown her demanding side and she didn't want to and she just needed to show her witty and cunning side. How would she do it? Would she be sharp with her tongue or would she just try to be all cunning and try to trick December into giving her what she wants? What does she want anyway? To be queen? Probably. To breed with him? Probably but she needed to prove herself first but the question is, How? What could she do to prove that she wasn't just another mare that you could breed to then leave and get away with it? She growled at herself as she thought, Her mind wandering closer and closer to just leaving him alone and going to wander around but she couldn't do that, Could she? Maybe she could and maybe she couldn't but she didn't want to tempt that, She would surely get her ass beaten and kicked out of these lands, Banished like yesterday's news, Forgotten. Deirdre felt something burning inside her chest, Building like a wild fire. She looked at him, Fire in her eyes that were burning with rage. She was in heat and so she was acting bitchier than usual but who says it doesn't turn stallions on? She tried to remember what her mother had once told her when she was flirting with some colts when she was a little filly. Deirdre was told to not give up and just push them to giving her what she wanted, Like that would help here! Deirdre sighed, This was pretty damn hard and let's face it, She can't prove herself right here and now.

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[/size]eirdre looked at him, The fire in her eyes was gone and she was feeling pretty tired and she didn't want to play anymore games. "I know you must want me to prove that I am intelligent and I am but I just can't do that right now, It's hard to just come up with something when you aren't in a situation that actually calls for intelligence but if you must know, I'm pretty damn smart and let's not forget sharp with my words" Deirdre said, Instantly regretting it. Of course she was smart and manipulative but she just couldn't show it, At least not right now. It only happened when she was in the type of situation that called for her smarts and her manipulative ways. Would Dark December understand or would he beat her pretty ass for not wanting to prove herself right now, It's not like she doesn't want to but she just can't. She would be in trouble if he didn't like the way she had just talked to him. Oh why do you have to be so hard to understand, Deirdre. Why?[/center][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[>>savvy ♥]

DARK DECEMBER
i wake up with bloodshot eyes
struggle to memorize
the way it felt between your thighs
pleasure that made you cry
feels so good to be bad
not worth the aftermath, after that
after that
try to get you back

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"That's what I like to hear, Deirdre," December began, fury burning in his deep brown eyes. He hated her for what she was saying, yet deep inside in his twisted heart it was attractive once more. It seemed that she had that way of making anger and fury attractive instead of repulsive. He wasn't supposed to be spoken to like that; he was the fucking king, behavior like that wasn't going to be tolerated. Yeah, right, he could let it slide with little punishment, correct? Smirking, a deep chuckle rolled smooth from his throat, and his muscles began to dance under his obsidian flesh with every stride, each powerful step taking him closer to her chestnut form. He was never wrong, and the fiery comments flying sharp from her tongue were proof of it. Reading you like an open book, baby.

He turned away, hooves slamming the moist earth, and his audits flicked forward suddenly as a whole mess of bats decided it was time to fly off into the night for some more dinner. Eyes narrowed to slits as he examined their flight patterns. Dipping down, swooping, banking left and right, snatching their pray and bashing into trees to hang upside down. Such strange creatures they were, yet December was satisfied with the effect they added to his kingdom. Made it... spookier, perhaps? Yes, that was the word, and it caused him to smile. In the most deranged manner possible, of course. The brute would keep the mare around; he needed her after all. To have land like this meant to have a mare as well, and he'd be nothing without some personal toys. A drug addict without his special high.

Dark December curled back an upper lip and directed his head to look at her over his broad shoulder, nostrils flared as he took in her scent, and he yearned for her. It was fall and any mare in their right mind knew exactly what time of the year it was. Maybe he was sex-crazed, but it was all part of nature, correct? Can't fight those deeply ingrained primal instincts. Yes, because that was always a great excuse to breed with a mare. He wasn't going to force her; it would be Deidre's decision in the end. At least this one time. It was going against everything he had ever taught himself to just allow a mare to make her own choices, for he was that ruler that imprinted fear on his subjects to make sure they obeyed his every word. It was no matter; she was different to him anyways, being his first mare in his second, or, was it third herd? The memories of his past had all but started to blend together, like an ink drawing that had gotten wet, causing all of the lines to mesh together into something that no longer made sense. It drove him crazy, every day, to not remember exactly why he was the was he was, and never be able to recall that just lovely childhood of his. The strongest memory that he still had was that of his sister, Scream and Whisper, the very mare that he had almost killed. A sound in the back of his throat, almost like an equine growl, rumbled, coming out as a deep nicker. The problem was that he hated the memories that he did still have.

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[``Vickerz]

Deirdre

It's a thief in the night
To come and grab you
It can creep up inside you
And consume you
A disease of the mind
It can control you

Deirdre looked at him and when she saw what he was doing, She knew that he wanted to breed with her. It was a lust really, Wanting to breed with the sexy stallion known as Dark December. She grinned at him in a sexy way as she walked up beside him, Brushing her flank up against his as she walked next to him. She looked into his eyes and she saw the lust that he had for her, Oh so the king had a lust for one of his whores who isn't in the queen position? "So. . . It's fall and I know that you want to breed so let's mix our blood together. What do you say?" Deirdre asked him, Grinning slyly at him as she nudged him gently with her bloody muzzle. What would he say? Would he say yes to her? Or would he reject her like yesterday's news?

[ Sooo sorry it's so short! I'm in a rush since it's Kentucky Derby day and well we're having a party at my house so yeah, Hope you like the post ]