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Post by extacy on Jul 20, 2006 3:06:13 GMT -5
She was a flirt, sassy, a whore. The svelte Arabian mare trotted gracefully in no particular direction, her neck arched in a come-hither sort of fashion, silky tail raised and held out to the side. She seemed almost to be advertising to stallions as she continued at her two-timed pace, watching and waiting with large orbs of melted chocolate. The pale sunlight and leafy branches above her dappled her chalky grey coat.
OoC//Mind block, sorry.[/br] [/sup]
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Post by serrenity on Jul 20, 2006 16:40:51 GMT -5
Time To Move On
From a distance soft blue eyes watched the mare move. His rugged look was not something he had pretended to be, or not something he really cared about. His mane flew about his face in tangled knots- legs were gnarled like the base of a old tree. His body was chisled, the stallion was not young nor was he to be confused as one of the old he was in his prime. His body was a white hue, his pelt seemed to be pure but on his rump were very light silver spots- his mother having been some weird Arabian mutt, they never knew exactly what she was, she had possessed a few odly shaped spots. One Curse had looked at when he was younger was the jaged heart on her hip. He remembered seeking safety behind her many times before and now all he had was himself and it was others that looked to hide behind him. He was a powerful beast and stood at around 16 hands, the blood of a well muscled shire half ran through his veins.
The passion that at one point had been very real was gone. It had blazed in his eyes when he was younger, the ability to trust quickly and love easily. It was more then gone, it would no longer burn. His light eyes were filled with something he had never had before, no longer was he soft to the toutch- but rough. His words were not the kindest but all together his actions always came out in some strangly fit way, that showed some kind of decency. Banner slashed his hocks, a attempt to get the mosquitos off of him. He was surrounded by infected horses his whole life, the diesase the Gagia was what he had breathed since the begaining, giving him some immunity- and if he had it he wouldn't fall hard. He would never fall like he had for Magic.. but here he was now to begain again . Slowly and carefully he moved towards the mare, he placed a light nip on her rump to let her know he was infact there and a stallion was following her. His voice was as rugged and seductive as his frame. "Name's Curse." |
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Post by extacy on Jul 21, 2006 15:12:40 GMT -5
The lustful mare came to a graceful halt, now aware that she had company. She arched her neck and then turned to face the stallion squarely, her chocolate optics meeting his. 'Ghost...M'lord,' she replied in a provocative manner, followed by a gentle snort. Her pure Arabian blood was clear by the way she held herself, the curve of her neck, dished profile, slender limbs and raised tail. Well muscled hindquarters rippled under her sleek coat as as she tilted her head slightly at the stallion.
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Post by Curseonvacanotlogging in on Jul 22, 2006 10:57:33 GMT -5
Mug brushed her's gently and orbs were distant as they looked out at the sea. Banner whipped at his flanks and steely blue eyes were no longer soft but a lot colder, as he thought about his life. A wild idea raced through his head as he stood there looking at that mare. Her arabian form reminded him of his mother. What she would think of him now he did not know nor did he really care. He had changed and was more like his father, the creature at one point he had hated, then even he could realize. Banner was tossed and the wind picked it up throwing it around with little care. His movement was slow and careful, he took a step forward until he was level with the younger mare, the water crashed against the dark brown cliff. He did not mind this kind of weather it was better then some of the stuff he had been through. He had lived in these lands all the time he could remember. Once his 'friend' Storm had fallen into the waters not far off from the cliff and Curse had of course been there to rescue his friend. The thought of the black stallion made Curse quiver. With a mix of anger and fear, the larger white stallion had no reason to fear his old friend but there was something there that had always prevented him from ever trying to hurt the smaller mustange, there was something in the bond they had when they were younger. The sun peaked out from behind a cloud and came into full view. It was not a warm sun but it did hint of the summer that was to come. The scent of flowers filled the air and some of the petals whipped around in the wind. How he loved spring but what hurtful memories it would bring forever on, it was time to move on without Magic and to give up and never see her again, she had a life and a family and everything she had ever wanted. Everything he had wanted with her.
Now he had the mare that was before him, he could either make a life with her or become friends. One way or another he wouldn't be alone anymore and for now that was what he cared about. He had heard Storm had a daughter and Magic was due to give birth soon, he needed to have himself a heir soon. The foal he had always wanted and maybe the mare before him wanted a foal too. The stallion drew in a deep breath and watched her. Nodding as she spoke to him before himself drawing in a breath and clearing his throat to speak to her. "I know we have just met, but My Dear- I feel we have something special." Curse sighed and racked his brain for those charming words he had possessed so long ago.. they seemed to have left him at the worst of time. "Darling, love, Would you like a foal?" he hoped, he prayed he had not lost if with her for the stallion did not want to be alone anymore he wanted a family. |
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Post by extacy on Jul 23, 2006 12:04:22 GMT -5
Ghost's ears pricked at his words, he was certainly a bold one. Well, this wasn't a tough decision, she would jump at the offer. She only paused for a second, smacking her lips a little as if in deep thought. 'Well...Of course,'. She took another step towards him, a small one, her head beside his. 'If that is what you wish m'lord, it is my command.'
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Post by serrenity on Jul 23, 2006 22:34:37 GMT -5
For the longest time he stayed by her side after she had spoken. He was lost in thought for a few minutes, his own light pelt clashing with the arabians and he could feel the steady beating of her heart. He could not believe she had just said yes, the stallion had been waiting for a family for longer then she had known and ever would know. He had always been the one who had seemed perfect to play the role of a father and now he would finally have the chance to do that. He took a step forward, now a head of the younger mare and looked at her. A sudden curiosity went through him to know what excactly she was thinking of his bold move, but of course her reply had been shocking none the less and even though he hated to admit it, the white stallion had been surprised. He still had feelings for Magic, but they were in a diffrent way, more of a sibling kind of thing for what they had at one point could never come back true love was nothing anymore. But some had said it would prevail through everything but the mighty ivory stallion had no reason to believe that, it had failed him more then once and this seemed to be his last chance at life, and love for he was getting older every day and would soon have no chance of ever being able to start his life over. He rubbed his velvety mug lightly on her nose before continuing down her back to the point he was standing behind her. Easily he propelled his magnificent body forward and was soon on top of the mare, he didn't wish to stay atop her long seeing as she was smaller then he.
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The stallion slid off of her petite frame hastily, worried maybe he had hurt her in some way. His ways of great affection for mares he could give to Magic, she had taught him more in that field then he thought possible. Thoughts once again drifted to the dark ebony mare. He sighed softly, the sting of a horsefly reminded him where he was and what he had been doing. The stallion slowly moved up to front with Ghost. "You alright?" tones were laced with concern, unlike the lines he came from the stag was gentle and geniunly cared. His father had not been like that and from what he had seen as a young colt he had given up abusing /or/ using mares for his own personal benifit. Mug was rested on her back, as he yet again lost himself in another world.
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Post by extacy on Jul 24, 2006 2:26:14 GMT -5
Ghost tensed as she felt the stallion approach her from behind and mount. She braced her four slender pillars against the earth, her knees buckling the slightest at his great bulk. But this soon washed over and not long after she felt the heave of Curse leaving her and returning to the ground.
The grey mare turned sharply to look at the stallion, her pale coat now marred with sweat. 'Yes, I'm fine, and you?' she replied in a soft tone. She was beginning to warm to the stallion, although she would not let this be known, not yet. She would keep up her defences, her sassy manner and whore-ish ways.
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Post by serrenity on Jul 24, 2006 13:32:06 GMT -5
-ooc- No muse -ooc-
The stallion stood by her side. He knew she was diffrent, and knew she could not pass up the oppertunity. Maybe he had infact made a mistake but there again it seemed like anyone compared to what Magic had been was nothing. No one would ever take her place in his heart, though his love for her had developed more into a family relation she would always have the deepest part of his heart, the most affectionate love. As he loved all those special to him diffrently and Ghost would be no diffrent saying that they remained together, which he hoped. The ivory stallion wanted to be a part of his foal's life be they filly or colt. At her words he nodded, his brain screaming to him to depart but his loyal manner kept him there with her. He offered her a nudge to try and gain her attention.
Maw parted and tones flowed, "Ghost- if you'd like, you are more then welcome to tag along and come meet a old friend oy mine."
He didn't know excactly how he was supposed to word things, how he was supposed to say what he had at one point shared with Magic but she had not been there so she need not know. The stallion turned around on powerful haunches, playfully nipping the mare's rump before trotting off to the right of the cliff, since the shores were flooded they had to be around here somwhere..
-ooc- nightskyequines.proboards46.com/index.cgi?action=display&board=Cliff&thread=1150997526&page=1#1153747020 Follow him there  -ooc- |
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Post by extacy on Jul 24, 2006 14:21:30 GMT -5
OoC//Following...
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