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Post by wayward on Dec 9, 2006 22:05:24 GMT -5
Hell never looked Daggers dug deep into the ground as the femme moved forth. Nares scented that of many lusting testosterone brutes in the land that lay before, and she did not slow. Auds were flickering, staying aware constantly of what was going on. Flints found the path she'd heard referred to as the Pacolette Trail. Trees acted as towers on the sides of the trail, guiding its passengers almost. Sweat had begun to form in very small amounts atop her back and a bit upon her pinions.
Dapple hide shone in the sunlight that was left. Muscles rippled readily beneath the pelt. Banner flowed gracefully from her boa, which was curved in a proud manner. Dial seemed to have been handcrafted and chiseled by the gods, for it held beauty, power, and intimidation all in one look. Orbs were deep and brooding, sometimes. Chassis was tall, lean, and slender. No brute could resist this surely.
Appendages slowed as the femmora neared the center of the path. Nares drew in deep breaths as she stopped beneath a tree. From her perch, Silverthorne could see in both directions easily. Boa curved down slightly, maw reaching barely to lip the grass. She was not truly hungry. She was in heat though, thus being her reason for coming to these lands. Dappled vixen was not an idiot, no. Silverthorne very well knew the ramifications of deciding to reside there for that particular moment, and had accepted them.
A small sigh escaped perfectly carved maw as she waited. She lusted for a hearty dark brute that would spare her no safety or mercy when they connected. For the moment though pinions stayed, flints did not scar the earth, for now.
so tempting
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 10, 2006 12:34:27 GMT -5
The scent of sweat tickled the beasts nares, the sound of a loner traveling the lustful trail. Twas a dappled frame, deep in heat and the smell was oh-so inviting. Creature followed the femme, just beyond the tree-line. Handsomely-built stag slinked from the shade, bodice colored copper, gleaming like a new penny. Muscles and sinew bulged against the velvet skin as lithe pistons strode to meet up with the mare. Mind mulled over what he would do to such a lovely thing, seeing she wasn't so delicate as others was a welcome sight. He wouldn't have to worry about breaking her...and with that thought, a grin fought it's way to his maw.
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Post by wayward on Dec 10, 2006 17:07:41 GMT -5
Orbs found the brute easily. His pelt shone a bright copper. Tyrant looked exactly as he had that day in the ruins. Boa raised her dial, lifting her up so she could properly look at him. Yes, he would become a fine sire for the equine she prepared to birth. Had her temptation of him worked perhaps? A grin came across hers as orbs found his. Though hers was a bit more promiscuous than his was.
Appendages brought her forth to him, chassis walking right past his, touching softly, heating him up for what would happen. Then she turned and spoke,
'ello Filth.
They were the only words she spoke, but they held a hidden meaning. They invited him to her, opening herself up. She knew what would happen, and had prepared for it. It must be done, and she knew it. She just hoped that this tyrant would not be like others, and would spare her no mercy once inside her. Orbs contemplated this all as she await either a reply, or actions. A small sigh echoed off the trees as she waited, for now in heat, patience was not her best.
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 11, 2006 0:17:20 GMT -5
His breath lingered on the cold atmos, but her bodice barely rubbing against his got his blood going. This fae obviously knew her way around a brujo...he liked that. A sly grin tugged at his facade, as she spoke his name. This must the femme fatale from his meeting in the Ruins. This one seemed to be a willing participant in the game. He paced about her, a slow circle. Nares allowing her strong scent to waft into his mind, tempting him so that his tool would unsheathe and harden before his 'debut' if you will. Deep baritone released...
"Ello, Dove. Lovely things such as yourself shouldn't hang around places such as this. You could get....hurt..."
He allowed his voice to trail off, a poisonous temptation in his lyrics...
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Post by wayward on Dec 11, 2006 15:09:10 GMT -5
Orbs watched as a grin spread onto his face. So he wanted her too, did he? Good. That was the plan after all. A brief feeling of being unsure passed through Silverthorne, but she shook it off. This was being done fro a reason, she just had to keep that in mind. His testosterone was rising into the air, he was getting prepared, she could sense it. A sultry grin dared to cross her maw, and then pillars moved her forth so her chassis was very close to his, scent of her radiating into the air, filling it, and drifting into Filth's nares no doubt. In her most seductive tone she told him,
And what makes me so lovely and incapable of handling myself, hmmm? And perhaps hurt is what I'm looking for Filth...
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Post by Darkstar on Dec 12, 2006 22:59:02 GMT -5
The heat of her body overtook him as her scent hooked his nares roughly. Insatiable, he lowered his dial and gently licked the inner parts of her thighs, tempting her. Tool was now solid, like a bar of steel welded to his loins, and he allowed it to show blatantly in her view. It was certainly not something to be ashamed of. He sidled up to her left, brushing his copper against her silver. Sultry sound made it's way from his maw to her flutes...
"Perhaps you are perfectly capable of handling yourself in all the wrongs ways, Silverthorne. Pain is welcome in our rendezvous? So glad you read my mind, dove..."
The dirty song trailed off, and he lipped her tassels, being inquisitive. He dragged his maw down her boa, then at the withers, he placed a swift clamp of his ivories. Baring down for a moment, he released the meat from his jaws, the imprint a light branding of sorts.
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Post by wayward on Dec 13, 2006 15:37:26 GMT -5
Orbs watched him as became infatuated with her from his lust. He licked the insides of her thighs, a pleasurable feeling from that. Orbs glanced down to see his tool hardening, long and close to steel. A small sultry grin crossed her face, as this was what she was expecting. As grey met copper she grinned more, loving the feel of his fur against hers. Dial turned ever so slightly toward him as he spoke. Then he ran his ivories along her boa. And odd thing, but it still was fine with Silverthorne. She spoke at a near whisper,
Just be warned what you're getting into, Filth. For I have a past none desire.
Dial turned to his, and then she moved, repeating his movements and licking him in between his thighs, hoping to make him even more excited as she did so.
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