.the curse of the knight

[cherry]

Aurora’s anger only increased as violent movements were made, constantly jerking her skull backwards, pulling the roots away from his nape, until threads caused an uncomfortable numbness in his neck. How dare he think he could strut up to the island and threaten to destroy the one female she cared about. How dare he come in the first place. And most of all, how dare he consider Aurora as a spineless mare, one who cannot stand up for her self, and who can’t fight. Because Aurora proved to her self, while the stag fell to his knees in pain, her grasp too strong for him to fight back against. A feeling of triumph filled her veins, a devilish smirk swiping over her kissers. A chuckle emitted her kisses while threads came ripping from her jaws while she loosened her grip on his fringe.

He was unable to escape. Aurora could easily finish him, and yet, he asked for every thing she wanted to do. She looked down upon the stallion lying weakly between her legs, he looked so helpless, so pathetic right now he was worthy of being spat on. She snorted while gazing down at the beau, thinking exactly what he asked her to commit. A murder, so easily accepted into this life style. Fore limb lifted to her chest, it quivering in anticipation. She was going to finish him off. She was going to make sure her sore torso was all worth it. She was going to make sure that while she stays low for the next week, to allow her sores to heal, that she’d be able to remember what she had to do to get those, and she’ll heal quicker.

Unshoed hoof was prepared to strike down upon his skull, crush it with an unpleasant crack. But with out notice, Oasis had pressed her self against her side, waking Aurora back to reality, now aware of her surroundings. Auds intently listened to oasis speak. Leave, him? Him. Of all people. Aurora was two second away from banishing a soul from walking the soil ever again, the soul that tried to kill her in the first place, and she asked her to leave him? But, she listened. It was for a good reason if Oasis was going to speak up in such a way. She lowered her appendage, and stepped away from the dappled thug. Crown prodded the earth slightly to his left, she spat a little off his side. As saliva hit the sand, she finished the fight with a smart ass comment.

“You look a hella’ lot like a dog to me, wrench.”

[pepsi]

Will reply when muse is repaired and I can sleep on the topics I can poise for Colburn..

[Meg]

She was stopped by the poka wrench. The one that possesed the same features, the one that he wished to unwrath his anger upon her, stepped up and said, "Leave him." It wasn't fair. His father beat it into his mind that mares were under him, but when once strikes him down, he didn't beg for mercy, no, he begged for death. And this poka mare had to deny the very thing he begged for. He didn't want to go on with his life, beating mares. His father had told him to enjoy the pleasure of their blood and wounds that he inflicted upon them, but he couldn't enjoy it, it caused pain and sorrow.

Glancing up at the sun-kissed fae, he stared no believeing at her as she stepped away. Rising to his feet, he stared at the ground like a beatin' pup. His body ached, but no blood came. His heart raced as finally he gazed into the orbs of his savior, a poka mare as himself. So tiny, posseing no strength, but as he gazed upon her, she seemed to tower over him with the strength and power of the Goddess herself. He gazed into her very orbs, no hate shined through, but a small light of recognition. Where had he seen her before?

The light was replaced with bewilderment. Looking from the poka mare, he looked at the sun-kissed fae. Bowing in respect to the two, he had found the two mares that would forever have his respect and obedience. He would now never leave their sides, for he was under an unbreakable vow of obedience and honor to the two.

"My queens."

"Bid me as you wish." He longed to say, but he would wait for the permission to speak. The rude, terrifing stag was replaced with a respectful, honorable stag that would now lay his life at their feet, these two very unlike mares. Just from a little tug, and the vocals of a mother to leave him be. His father dishonored, his mother...maybe she is honored now, where ever she was.
^{[I'm dead.]}

[zozo]

<sup>Talons stepped back, alongside the flame-kissed vixen, watching with quivering auds as the beast resumed stance. His wounds evident, and gathering himself after such near death. But he seemed....beaten, The syllables beaten and brute to appear in the same sentence was such a shock to the system that Oasis could only remain pinned in complete stillness as she tried to taken in this vision before her.

Dappled bod pressed against Aurora's chestnut hide, and as the stag's voids clashed with hers, she broke the gaze abrubtly. Afraid of the truth. Such a stubbon vix when she wanted to be, still refusing to believe that this stallion before her was her offspring. Refusing to see what was lain out before her.

And what's more, a being connot simply change, just like that, from one extreme to another. My Queen's That stank of a trick to Oasis. Nay, the diistrust of males was not to be pushed aside that easily, especially 'pon the fea's brink of barely keeping heart and soul together. Every brujo hurt her, even the inky Friesan she had thought would remain clasped to her heart forever, had broken it with one fell swoop of steel talons. At the demon's hisses, flutes flicked back to tiara, and pillars remained in their stance, dotted chassi resting 'pon the bulk of Aurora beside her. The only thing keeping listons from crumbling beneath physique.</sup>