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Post by fallen on Jun 12, 2020 21:07:03 GMT -8
S E L V E N & G O T H I K A The familial duo moved like two snakes. Their legs rhythmic and quiet along the soft ground. They were new to this land and so far it seemed eerily quiet. HAd they stumbled upon a dying land? or more excitingly, a young blossoming one? The elder of the pair, a rugged black and white framed bastard, slowed his steps and the lightly golden buckskin and ivory vixen came at ease to his flank. Both equines’ ears perked and swiveled atop their skills as they listened. The bastard, inhaled deeply before exhaling and a jagged smirk played on his rough whiskered lips. The buttermilk and ivory vixen pressed her velvet lips to her father's flank then, as she too, caught the scent of a male. It had been so long since either one had met a vessel worthy of their time. With the scent being that of a pungent young male, the sultry buttermilk and ivory vixen took the lead, and her father followed her body with lustful eyes.
"Why don't you linger back here daddy." the soft accented vocals of the she devil drew forth, "We don't need you scaring off a potential toy with that strong scary face of yours." She purred as he pressed her lips to her father's throat, a sultry smirk playing at the corners of her velvet lips. The black and white bastard let out a low groan as his daughters voice curled around his ears. Had she been a snake, those charming whimsical eyes of hers and that sweet savory voice would of slowly choked him and stole his very breath. The buttermilk and ivory vixen purred once again and pressed her well rounded yet leanly muscular body against his. The only telltale sign of her father's age was the various silver and pink scars that littered his flesh. He was a notorious fool for angering crowds of any descent. He had no care about titles and crowns. If he could make your skin crawl and your teeth knash from his presence you best be damned he would do it!
With that said, and Gothika slinking past his rough hide, Selven merely smiled before taking a step back and allowing his beautiful child dance along in the moonlight. Gothika was a sight to behold on her own, her inky legs, jet black coiled locks, and pure ivory splotches glistened along her taunt flesh and feminine muscles. Her face was slightly dished, with large doe like eyes of the most striking azure. Her silken locks danced across her eyes and twirled around her fine ears. Her long curled and waved tail sat high above her rump and fanned to and fro as she pranced. Very few scars littered her pristine pelt, and while she did enjoy a blood bath she preferred to try and stay as soft as possible. She smirked again as she slowed her dancing gait, large lashes battered as the owner of the strong scent came into view. Gothika's 17.2 hand frame stood still for a moment and her soft nares flared as she snorted slightly before letting out a soft squeal to greet the stranger.
"Forgive me stranger," Gothika paused, her airy seductive vocals pressing forth like sweet vipers coiling beneath her feet, "I seem to be a little lost."
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 12, 2020 22:36:12 GMT -8
[googlefont=Open Sans][googlefont=Metal Mania] R A S S A S S I N
Somewhere in the deepest darkness was a moving ungulate; the kind of equines who almost never stepped out of the darkness, and were constantly active through the night. At the moment, the conditions were excellent—a pitch-black night. Not even the stars or the moon were able to reach through the thickly-gathered clouds. Yes, the world was covered in the lurid darkness, and the perfect weather to go and do some damage.
It has been a long while since Rassassin has tainted these grounds with his steps. For a while, he had been content to stick with one mare - his latest conquest. Yet, as things went, it did not satisfy him to be committed for long. Definitely a do-and-forget seducer, he was not used to staying around the same place for long. Hence, his being here at Moon Pool.
Nostrils flared as he caught wind of new and unfamiliar scents. Perhaps his trek here to the famed pool would not be in vain. With a dark grin gracing his maw, he approached the moonlit area. He was not surprised to see two other equines there already. He was very pleased to see a gorgeous female, although the tall and muscular stallion behind her made him pause. Regardless of who the other male was, he was only interested in the little vixen.
"Hello yourself, pretty stranger," he addressed the mare, dark eyes flashing his immediate interest. "Lost your way? Well, 'tis a good thing I came along. Where might you be headed, gorgeous?" That confidence and cocky attitude rolled off of his demeanor naturally. It just flowed off of him smoothly, like water over a rock. The titian-covered body frame had four white stockings that strongly lightened the copper blaze. No one could say that he did not have the model good looks. He was a masterpiece, and a dangerous one at that.
He tossed a side wink here before turning to acknowledge the other brute. "And who might your escort be, sweetie? Do I need to be careful of him?"
TAG: fallen | NOTES: Kinda rusty with this boy lol
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Post by fallen on Jun 13, 2020 18:45:19 GMT -8
The buttermilk and ivory vixen kept her light smile as the plain yet handsome stag before her spoke. He was nothing overtly striking, nor anything that would immediately keep her interest had she not been starved for affection, but he would do. Her long curly tresses fell across her light blue orbs as she batted her long inky lashes. "Nowhere in particular my love." Gothika mused, her soft inky and pearl lips teasing her words. Good thing for me, not so sure for you young stag. Her feminine features stayed soft as the venomous thought slinked through her skull. A singular hark flickered to capture the rustle of grass behind her as the crimson brute spoke.
Gothika merely rolled her eyes and chuckled, "On the contrary, my darling. It is I you should be weary of." Gothika smiled politely, honey tainted poison dripping from her lips. "The dear old man, is but feeble and weak. He is of no threat, lest you want him to be." Gothika gigged once again, and as she did so the 17.3 duo toned bastard raised his head and pressed his chest against the rump of his daughter. He snaked it forward and raked his teeth across her coup, his pink slimy tongue then marking the aggravated area.
"Aye, my sweet speaks true." Selven spoke, his heavily accented vocals playing with the crack of a smile. "My glory days are behind me, but I shed flesh when needed." Selven paused, his own devilish eyes burning into the crimson stag, "but mostly when wanted." The massive thick bastard gave a sly grin then as he cocked his head to the side. His slightly feathered hoof cocking as he relaxed. HE felt no threat from this young buck, and merely wished to watch Gothika devour him. Whether that be in a sexual way or gore, would be mostly up to the buck.
Enchantress OOC; sorry for poop reply x.x Italicized = emphasis Italicized + bold = inner thoughts
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 13, 2020 19:52:15 GMT -8
[googlefont=Open Sans][googlefont=Metal Mania] R A S S A S S I N
It has been too long since he last felt the warmth of another body beside him, too long since he last played the delicate dance of attraction. Dark brown eyes followed the vixen's movements closely, noting the shapely form and glossy pelt, as well as her lively spirit and feminine lure. She seemed well-versed in the arts, and he was pleased, very pleased.
"Why, darling," his lip curled as certain thoughts crossed his mind, "I would be honored if you were the one who devours me." Powerful pistons propelled the chestnut stud forward towards the object of his desire, until he was well within her range. The stud rubbed himself against her sweet coat until they were side by side. He could feel the heat rippling through their pelts, and the body contact felt simply divine.
The mahogany-hued stallion drank in the moment. No thoughts of a mate or any types of relationship had crossed his mind. He was only looking for temporary pleasure, just for his physical needs to be filled and satisfied. If this was only for a night, he would take it. Gladly. As for second rounds, he would not mind that either, as long as there were no strings attached.
"Mmm you smell so sweet..." His neck coiled around to give her a light nip at the base of her mane before trailing his muzzle down her neck and her front legs. Keeping the brash intrusion, he leaned in to her ear to growl, "You taste just as sweet, too, you little vixen." It was as if the other stallion did not exist at all, although the chestnut brute was sure they were being closely watched. He waited to see how the femme would respond, whether favorable or not. Regardless, he would have his way with her...although he was in a mood tonight to let her dominate him.
TAG: fallen | NOTES: Sorry this was also a poopy post >.<
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Post by fallen on Jun 15, 2020 10:23:44 GMT -8
The crimson stags words tickled the buttermilk vixens harks ever so sweetly, and her father could feel the slight tremor that made its way across the darlings flesh. The painted beast chuckled and merely stepped back as the crimson stud intruded upon Gothika's space. His sweet harlot did not move, and did not flinch at the bold move. Her own glistening azure pools shone fiercely and she gave him a beautifully toothy smile. "Say less, young stag. I will have you." Gothika spook easily, her fine dome tossing slightly as the young buck racked his teeth across her flesh. She stomped a forehoof and gave a slight squeal. Although she liked it she was still a tease.
Gothika giggled once again as the beast pressed himself against her smooth flesh. She in turn, leaned into him and swung her rump hard against his ribcage. Her long curly tail hiked high and draped across her back, exposing her lady bits fully to the stallion. She peered back at him through long lush lashes, a coy look flitting across her features. "Truly taste me then."
Selven watched from a few paces back as his daughter began her dance. She was so alike her mother yet so different it made his own manhood throb. Selven was not above most things, and although he had an abundance of impure thoughts about his darling seed he never once fully took her for himself. No. He would let the thought of Memory be enough when Gothika touched his own flank, and when she raked those deceivingly sharp pearls across his thighs. Selvens deceased lover was a much kinder being at one point but she always had a darkness in her that made Selven burn like the fires that stroked hades. Selven let out a deep groan as his swished his coarse tail across his hocks. Perhaps later, he would find his own entertainment, but for now he would enjoy the show that unfolded before him.
OOC; 329 wrds and so sorry if this is gross. I told yall they were weirdos xD
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Post by Enchantress on Jun 15, 2020 18:09:47 GMT -8
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