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Post by De on Jun 18, 2013 17:34:56 GMT -6
Dark hooves stepped upon the ground gently, steadily. The land in which the painted mare found herself was unknown to her. Ears pricked forward slightly, though never enough to appear as if she was interested in where she trod. Her brown eyes moved slowly as she looked over the area carefully, curiously, as she moved through the vines and flowers that hung from the mossy boughs.
Her tail switched slightly as some the vines dragged over her back and down her rump. She was a hardy mare. Of paint and quarter horse decent. A bit stocky, but over all, of hardy breed and build. She was not thick, not in the way of fat, but she could hold her own in a fight. Few would want to be on the receiving end of the thick legs that held her frame aloft.
As she moved further into the area she noted the growth of ferns and that they appeared to be growing about something. As she approached she realized it was a pond and a small smile spread over her lips. She moved closer, almost picking up a slow jog, and looking around briefly she lowered her head to the water. Her lips kissing the liquid momentarily before she began drinking the coolness.
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Post by Dyzzie-Doll on Jun 18, 2013 20:39:51 GMT -6
Over seventeen hands of stallion moved through the mists as if he'd always belonged there; though in a way he had. His own terra was filled with this misty depths that now clung to his body, the very foggy apparitions that gave this land their name. Áed smirked as the whiteness rolled up his limbs, swirling around his frame, cloaking his back like a long lost friend. He moved calmly through the forest, head held high as his mix-matched eyes surveyed the area, searching for anything that might . . . entertain him. He moved further into the forest, flipping back his darkly hued mane, the white woven in by the careful hands of who ever one considered god. His hooves kissed the ground with every solid thud as the well built stud moved closer to the pond tucked away in the distance. He barely got a few more steps in when he finally caught a hint of promise in the air, the scent of a female. Potential Prey perhaps?
The stud's eyes narrowed as he started forward once again, heading towards the source of the lingering scent, soon finding the painted mare through the mist. He remained hidden for a long moment before he finally stepped out of the foggy bank, "Hello, my dear." His voice was silky smooth, gentled, with passionate, kind eyes. Step one in every act he played: Put on a false facade. If they believed he was the good guy they fell back in much easier, much smoother. The sooner they fell hook, line, and sinker, the easier it was for him. "My name is Áedán, and you are?" He asked, his tone gentlemanly as well as conversational, giving her a distance, an act of respect, one that wasn't true, but one he fought to keep up for the sake of catching her. He moved towards the water, stomping one hoof into it, watching the dust and mud color the water momentarily, "It's so peaceful here, don't you agree . . . But also so very dangerous. Especially . . . for mares."
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Post by De on Jun 19, 2013 4:28:53 GMT -6
She smelled him long before she ever saw him. And as he spoke she slowly lifted her head up from drinking the water, as he now was destroying the pristine beauty of the pond and causing the mud and water to swirl all about him. "Hello, my dear." He said. Lips remained sealed watching as he move closer, step by step, though not so close as to ‘offend’, or make her ‘uncomfortable’. Brown eyes watched him closely as he spoke, still her lips did not move, not even to catch the small droplet of water as they dripped from her lips.
"My name is Áedán, and you are?" His name was given so carefully, so easily. The way he moved and acted it seemed he had rehearsed this play before, many, many times before. Perhaps on other mares that thought he was the good guy! She was not so entirely fooled, she never trusted another equine further then she could kick their good for nothing body. She assumed he wanted an answer, and so finally, after long last she did answer, her lips parting and her voice coming out so much more softer and innocent then she had planned. ”I am Belle Notte.” She even surprised herself, just a little, when she spoke. But there it was, her name, though it had little reflection upon her hide as her hide was painted not only in black but also in white. It more so reflected when she was born, in the dead of night, on a belle notte in spring.
The last words he spoke at her shifting, slightly, her right front leg back slightly. "It's so peaceful here, don't you agree . . . But also so very dangerous. Especially . . . for mares." She looked around now, slightly, trying to make it look like she was getting a better look at this huge stallion that stood before her. She was tiny compared to him and his great seventeen hand height. She had already calculated that she would not outrun him; she was not made for speed, more so hunkering down and kicking the hocks out of any who bothered her. And so she played along, that soft innocent voice returning for a second debut just for this Áedán. ”Oh? Is it? I thought it lovely, I have never seen such flowers before. How could such a beautiful place be so… dangerous?” With the last word she turned her head towards him, her voice taking a seductive turn as the word ‘dangerous’ rolled over her tongue.
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Post by Dyzzie-Doll on Jun 19, 2013 9:47:47 GMT -6
She was aware of him, it was easy to tell from the faint shifting of body language (and over the years he had to become adept and really ready all the social cues), but she didn't lift her head until he'd finally spoken, and he'd moved forward, muddying the water briefly though the particles soon settled once more. He glanced up at the female, watching her as she watched him closely, not speaking a word - not yet at least. He gave his name calmly, a name he was proud of, one he'd chosen himself. He'd been named Gabriel by the dam that had left his twin and he to fend for themselves . . . but when he was banished from that vile herd, those damn mares ripping his sister from him, he gave himself a new name, and vowed revenge upon the femme race.
But this wasn't about revenge, yet . . . He stood tall, head erect as he watched the female, tilting his head before her lips finally parted, I am Belle Notte. Ah, a name, at last, though he didn't believe the softer, innocent quality that her voice had. As nice as it would be to come across those types, he didn't trust any female further than he could throw them . . . well, he didn't trust most. He'd trust his own twin with his life. "A lovely name, I assure you, miss. " He praised quietly, bowing his head in a faint bow, "A pleasure, miss Belle Notte.
[/color]" He added, raising to his full height again. And who said ruling Avalon didn't give him manners? He just used the for the wrong reasons. The longer he could keep the facade up, the more he could get her to believe in who he decided to be this moment, the easier it'd be. Of course, he had to keep from going throw the motions, he had to mix the act up every time. And he truly did, never playing the same stud twice. At least not the exact same. He watched her as she looked around, though he made no comment, keeping calm, Oh? Is it? I thought it lovely, I have never seen such flowers before. How could such a beautiful place be so . . . dangerous? the seduction was clear on her tongue, and he snorted faintly, tossing his head back to survey the area, " Alas, my dear Belle Notte, the land's beauty is but a ploy. This is a claiming ground as many others are, but I fear in this ground it is the stallions who make the rules, mares who are to follow. If they bite, or screech, or kick out; they can try, but ultimately they have no choice in this land, for it's the land where forcing is legal, whether it be claiming a mare against her own will . . . or worse, more ghastly deeds.[/color]" He explained, coining the idea to act repulsed by such a land, " I'd be very wary about who I'd let get close to me, if I were you, miss. You never know when one is friend, or foe?[/color]" Unfortunately, the stud before her was already foe. Very much so. " But, on a brighter note, I must agree, it is a very beautiful location.[/color]" Why not continue charming for just a bit, it was a sure way to entertain him.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/color]
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Post by De on Jun 19, 2013 17:35:26 GMT -6
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Staring at him she watched as he bowed his head to her, acting as if he was kind soul, one who cared about how he treated Mare. "A lovely name, I assure you, miss." She watched as he lifted his head. Any tempt to want to act like she cared whether he died or lived in the next two minutes was draining from her fast. She was losing interest, not that there was much to lose, but still. Any that had been present was now dripping from her dry, just like the water upon her lips. Brown eyes shifted back and forth watching him as he watched her. Both unknowingly hating the other gender and yet the pair stood there face to face, plotting each next step.
She had never trusted males, from her herd to now they always seemed to only want one thing, and she wasn’t going to give it up that easily. Her tail switched then, snapping against her hocks. She was growing bored with him, and bored of this current situation. Though when he began talking again it caused her to narrow her eyes upon him now. "Alas, my dear Belle Notte, the land's beauty is but a ploy. This is a claiming ground as many others are, but I fear in this ground it is the stallions who make the rules, mares who are to follow. If they bite, or screech, or kick out; they can try, but ultimately they have no choice in this land, for it's the land where forcing is legal, whether it be claiming a mare against her own will . . . or worse, more ghastly deeds."
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[/b]She doubted his repulsion of the acts was real, and to show such she merely bobbed her head up and looked away. ”Well, I will be sure to keep my distance and keep my guard up.” She said and would take a step back, very sure of herself, and move to leave this brute and his words. She didn’t need to hear any more from his maw. Her auds were trained on him, waiting for him to make a move. Her haunches were already tight as her muscles expected to be let loose and sending her hard feet flying into any piece of his body that they could reach. She didn’t need him trying to trick her and tell her what he thought would make her fall into his side like a porcelain pony. She was anything but that, she was a hard headed, stubborn mare, and anything anyone tried to force her to do better be ready for a fight.[/justify][/blockquote] [tag;;] Áedán [words;; ] 439 [muse;; ] Awesome [notes;; ] <3 [/color][/size][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Dyzzie-Doll on Jun 20, 2013 9:41:09 GMT -6
This really wasn't going well. He didn't know what the bitch's problem was, but she was not falling for his . . . act. Did she not enjoys plays? He bit back the smirk that came from such a thought, instead refocusing his attention on the mare, who was clearly losing interest. Well then, perhaps it was time he really stepped out of the shadows? He watched her as he spoke about the dangerous of the land, smirking at her narrowed eyes, his own eyes starting to hold an even darker sheen to them. Her head bobbed up as she looked around when he'd finished speaking, Well, I will be sure to keep my distance and keep my guard up. He narrowed his eyes as she took a step back, ears trained on him. Oh, she knew already who one of the real predators were? Smart girl. He took in the tightness of her muscles, the readiness of her body, and he smirked, moving slowly towards her in more of a prowl than a walk. If she could see through the disguise already . . . well, so be it, he let it drop, "Ah, but you see, darling. There's only one problem with that solution . . . Predators don't give up their prey to often."
He kept a watchful eye on her, knowing to look for the small muscles twitching to warn him before she'd strike, whether it be with maw, or with hoof. But he was still keeping his distance, slowly moving to circle in front of her, before smirking to reach out, and tail his muzzle against her neck, nudging the strands that hung there, "Unfortunately for you, I don't like it when my guise is faulty . . . it really . . . pisses . . . me . . . off.
[/color]" He finished his words, aiming a sudden, and sharp nip at the skin he'd just been touching, before pulling back to meet her eyes, his mix-matched voids full of contempt and hatred, " And you don't get the chance to keep a distance and walk freely out of these lands, princess. That's the shit kicker here. You're just a pretty gem to be picked up by what ever stallion decides to do so, while you're in these lands . . . and I'm still deciding.[/color]" Her attitude would be a problem, he'd have to keep her far down in the caverns, work at breaking her through each and every day until she was willing to behave better. He just needed to get her to behave . . . hell, that's all she needed to do was behave the way he saw fit and for the most part she'd be left alone . . . but if he did take her . . . oh, it'd tae a lot of time to fine comb this attitude she had. A lot. of Time.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/justify][/color]
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Post by De on Jun 20, 2013 15:10:27 GMT -6
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She hated stallions that just thought they could tell the femmes whatever they wanted them to do and the mares were to just… do it. It was irking her nerves, yes it not him, to full extent that she snorted at him and went to leave. She had been wandering around in this land for how many months?! Now some smart-ass brute wanted to come along and act all ‘manly’? No, no way, not on her day or her time. Belle had been through enough in her life, from escaping the god-forsaken plains where the humans tried to keep her locked in, to coming here and now having this son-of-a-bitch telling her that he wasn’t done deciding whether or not he wanted her. No, he was playing with fire and she was not one to just lay down and take it. She backed away, well more so walked sideways, away from him as he prowled after her. Her auds flicked back against her skull hearing his words. "Ah, but you see, darling. There's only one problem with that solution . . . Predators don't give up their prey to often."
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[/b] She said nothing to him, just snorted and kept moving from him. Her eyes kept him in her sights, she wasn’t about to let this beast get close to her, though when he got close enough to touch her neck beneath her black and white mane, then nip her, she let out a massive deep squeeling yell and struck the ground harshly, mostly as a warning to him. ”I don’t give a flying shit about what pisses you off.” She said sternly to him, swinging her stout massive frame quickly around and letting loose with a few sharp bucks and butt bumps. Nothing to hit him, just to try and drive him out of her space and away from her. Once she was done she swung around again so he didn’t try to tag her if he thought he had the chance. Her ears were flat against her cranium still as she eyed him. Her eyes a dark color as she watched him. ”Decide? Decide? Well you better decide to leave me alone or I swear to you I will kill you when you sleep.” Another snort was pushed out her nostrils, this time purposely close to him to spray him with any moisture she had in her nasal cavity. She wasn’t about to fall over and play nice, not when she was being pushed around like this. [/justify][/blockquote] [tag;;] Áedán [words;; ] 420 [muse;; ] Good [notes;; ] loving her with him. She's a hard bitch. [/color][/size][/blockquote] [/td][/tr][/table][/center]
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Post by Dyzzie-Doll on Jun 22, 2013 11:41:19 GMT -6
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Post by De on Jun 23, 2013 13:11:49 GMT -6
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She thought for many moments, just staring at the brute before her. She hated him, his kind, and his gender. The damn beast he was. She wasn’t an idiot; she honestly would rather be taken into a herd by a strong Male then ‘fall in love’ with some weakling who would eventually lose his land to one such as this brute before her. It only made sense, but it didn’t mean that she had to like the situation or him. A smirk touched her lips, seeing that she had made contact with one of her bucks, at least he now understood what he was dealing with in the small hardy mare. Her blue eyes watched him closely, his every move. Watched as he spoke, to her making his choice very clear when he nipped her hard on the rump, honoring him with another sharp kick and a deep bellowing squeal at his touch.
She shook her head, her white and black mane falling partially on either side of her thick neck. She wasn’t sure what to say as she weighed all of the possibilities. Her threats were open, kind of. She wasn’t going to put herself in danger by openly trying to kill him, but if he did something foul to her, she might. She would grind her teeth back the forth for a moment, before snorting once more at him. ”Fine, show me this wasteland you call home.” She said coldly to him. She was now counting the moments, she was certain that he would have his seed within her before the first snow fell, and from there she wasn’t sure what she would do, but she would need to plan if she wanted to come out of this alive.
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