&&infatutation.

[Meg]

l a d y g w e n
so when i'm out of control & out of my mind..

Butch. Yep, she's a butch; on her rump. That was probally the only place on her elegant, beautiful body was muscular then most mares. Only because she mated with so many males. You could call her a harlot. Yeah, harlot is better then a whore. She couldn't help that she looked like a virgin and fucked every male she could seduce. Not one had slipped from her. Her gift? No reproduction system. She will never have a child. Never, and she had this amazing thing, no matter how often she was mated; she always became tight again. Males would call her a gift from the gods, they could mate her again and again and never get sick of her. She was straight down beautiful. Her long, luscious body of black and white splotches and her long beautiful mane and tail that she threw out into the wind to dance. She was a petite mare, smaller then most. Her bones were fine and small, her body was long and thin. Her neck long and always arched. She was of Arabian desendant, but she was smaller then an Arab. She had bright beautiful blue eyes that shined out from under her long, beautiful mane. And she had a habit of looking out from under it innocently and batting her eyes.

Today, she had come back to these amazing lands. She had vanished during the winter, to go home. Yet she was turned out again into the snow; and here she stood. Fresh and still as beautiful as when she was last here. She still had that innocence of a virgin, only it was stronger now that she had gone months without mating with a stallion. She smiled a sickingly sweet smiled and sauntered herself down to the beach where the waves crashed. There was no one, anywhere. The night was starting to creep in. That is when Lady Gwen did her dirty work, when the stars shone above. She was the mare that the stallions went to when their horomones were driving them crazy and their own mares wouldn't let them in. She worked all year long, and not even for anything but the pleasure of being mated itself.

She enjoyed every moment. It made her feel more powerful everytime. She looked out over the quiet sea, the sound of the waves lapping the sand lulled her into serenity. The stars came out over the black sky and sent their little sparks of light down on the beautiful mare that stood alone. She was so alone out here. Turning, a small twinkle of sadness entered her seduceful blue eyes. Trotting a distance away, she stood farther up the beach, looking about. Still no one. She raised her long banner up, and she let out her scent. The scent of a mare in heat and ready for the picking. It seemed that Lady Gwen was always in heat, maybe that's why she could never bare child. She was tainted, broken; but still she was amazing. Letting that scent catch in the wind, she let out the most pittiful sound she could summon. The cry of a virgin begging for her virginity to be taken. She cried out, her scent being sent in the wind. And as she turned around and sauntered her hips around, she waited. Someone should come.

..remember i think i'm just fine.

[Crow'sia]

SUMMER.one

Zoal was on the move again, on the prowl; which was not at all surprising since he usually wandered around anyways. Condensation tickled his back in he starry night. Summer would be ending soon but today had been especially hot. The night was so welcome, he could have just melted into it and never woken up. He walked briskly towards the water, reaching it and prancing down the beach close so it would slosh at his ankles. Any moment he would probably trip and smoke the sand, break a limb, a neck, as it were hard enough to see in the light and now it were dark. “You best stay away, when the pushers come to shove,” he sang suddenly, aw, yes.(That’s part of Zoot Suit Riot by Cherry Poppin’ Daddies, haha, I’m listening to it now, what irony. x.x) So as usual Zoal moved about on feel, but as he quickened his pace in a typical fashion, challenging injury and fault once again, he knew he could easily become clumsy. Easily neglect something important. Any distraction would do. Hey, a bird. It flitted over him with no worries, he followed it with his ears a moment, and then bang![/b]

The stallion hit the ground hard, his foot having caught in a hole, as he’d unwittingly come away from the edge of that water which twisted a corner and moved away from him. He pulled his legs back to bend them all at the knee slightly dazed and shook his head agitatedly though glistening with amusement. Nothing felt broken, although, his left leg, the front one, was searing, it felt like someone took a ring of fire and bound it around him. Fire. He could remember it; scars still were visible on his body from the previous year. Rolling now and curling his legs beneath him, Zoal peered about with feverous curiosity. It was a scent which had distracted him. Not an uncommon one, he just had not expected it, perhaps that was the hormones speaking, but it was not something Zoal noticed often. He rarely came across mares in heat; they all scurried about the herd lands. He stood up slowly and lifted his nose into the air, limping (aw… I cold make a sick joke here…) along pathetically and humming to himself. Six years old and a virgin, that was a little sad, wouldn’t yea say?

Zoal amused himself with the vulgar idea of nailing her for only a moment, before deciding the chances of this event were not likely. Typically this is something a human male would think, even if a skank were whoring herself out, as, many women were teasing. In the animal world however, it was hormones that mattered, most of the world. Zoal was merely odd, he thought too much. A sudden cry, a very strange very unworldly cry, broke into the air now, and when it did he followed. Moving back towards that water he continued his pace and route, he would have inadvertently run into her anyways. He couldn’t see her, when he knew she was there, the vague haze of what would be a mare only danced around in his eyes. If she was closer, it would be easier, were it day, he could compensate quickly. Nope, not tonight. The stars did not do justice at all. “Tricky time doesn’t slow,” he sang out again. And he was lucky, he could sing… for a horse. Funny he knew all these human song. Ohmegee!

Yup, someone came.

OOC; Say Hello, by Deep Dish. Yay.