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Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jun 14, 2012 3:48:02 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,731,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/2ngbzmo.png,true] status complete | words 883 | open for | so awesome muse Her body moved, elegantly so; as she moved with ease among the rest of the souls with in the field. The Luscious Field. She figured, though it wasn’t the perfect location for her games, it’d work. And that was the big part, that she found a suitable location to play around.. A delicious little smirk toyed upon her muzzle. Completely, and utterly delicious. What a perfect title for someone like her. Hmm, I could use a new lover, as long as they follow a few rules. There were actually quite a few rules. She'd decided her intended stallion would never stop playing enough to really take her on and after waiting long enough she had no desires to keep waiting, and so here she was, deciding she'd just have to become a better lover to catch another’s attention, though she knew more than enough in the terms of ‘what to do’. And you know what they say. She smirked, Practice makes perfect! It'd just find someone who'd be able to live with her rules. Like, the first, no pet names. If they even tried to call her Babe she'd be walking away. Second, they had better not try to touch her, or at least - not to much. She couldn't stand it when someone touched her, not really. But there were so many differences about her, and who she was. And the hardest thing would be finding a stallion to look past them.
She's a gorgeous creature, don't get me wrong. In fact, you'd be surprised just how beautiful. Her form was a unique one, champagne genes meet cream, meets some sort of dun. A dorsal strip down her back, beautiful zebra stripes, guard hairs on her dark mane and tail. She was absolutely beautiful. Completely, and utterly beautiful. But one look in her startling soft, hazel green eyes and you'll learn something else . . . For as beautiful as she is, she'll never be able to see it. Sure, she knows she's beautiful; she's been told such more than once. But, being blind - she'll never truly know for herself. Oh yes, this beautiful creature is completely, and utterly blind. Been that way since the day she was born. But, surprisingly; she'd grown into the blindness. And if one was to watch her. They'd never know that she was blind. It was something she had pride in it. She moved with an ease, as if completely aware of what is around her. She moved with confidence, as if she isn't likely to run into a tree she hadn't been aware of. And she moved sensationally, wanting to cause a riot. She was good at that, after all. Causing riots. It's who she is, and she definitely was one of a kind.
Muscles moved smoothly beneath her creamy hide, her tail flagging up, from some ancient arabian blood in her lines. Her ears perked forward, and her delicate muzzle tucked in towards her chest, her neck arching beautifully. She brought her hooves up, slightly high, as she pranced about, and mane coiled as she played, and moved. Trying to capture attention, trying to be noticed. An ear flicked back, as she moved towards a tree, feeling the difference of the temperature on her pelt, as she traveled into the shade. She stilled her movements, as she lowered her muzzle to the grass, nipping, but not eating it, as she leaned her form against the tree, and she waited. She knew who she was; and she was certain . . . Someone would approach eventually. She just had to wait long enough. She might be a 'slave' in this godforsaken place, but she never went to anyone, let them come and wait on her.
"Seducing"
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Post by d.ream ♥ on Jun 15, 2012 14:42:30 GMT -5
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His body moved haphazardly; his hind hooves dug into the ground, his muscles tensing and coiling as his limbs bent to extreme angles and his forelegs beat into the ground, carrying him from a standstill to a break-through-hell gallop. His body leaned to dangerous limits like a barrel racer as he careened between the trees, his eyes wide with the whites radiantly showing through. His nostrils were flared to the extreme, blood vessels breaking so that fickle amounts of the crimson fluid oozed from the oxygen suckers. A thick foam was forming over his steel grey hide, sweat slicking the surface so that the sun danced over his coat with brilliant and blinding shades of white. His locks whipped about dangerously, the different lengths eating through the air like termites begging for more. Suddenly, the trees were gone; the landscape opened up, and everything became visible. The brilliance of the meadow threw the stallion a curve ball; his knees locked and his hindquarters dropped low to the ground, his body skidding to a halt as his legs tore up the foliage that was unlucky enough to find it's way in his path. Timidly, fearfully, he rose to a stand, his head lifting as his eyes took in the new scenery.
His hide twitched nervously, as though there was a fly he couldn't shake loose. His entire body comprised into shaking, visibly moving his entire body right down to the strands of his tail. His head turned both this way and that, his ears flicking about madly. So many SOUNDS! He couldn't place them all, couldn't comprehend the bird chirping was not something that would tear his life away, that the slithering in the grass was a snake and something that should be feared. At this very moment, everything - everything - was to be feared. The way the sun bounced off the tall grass blinded his eyes; the way the trees cast shade over certain areas screamed of ambush. The call of a bird became the singing of a death sonnet; the dashing rabbit became a messenger to those wishing him harm. And then there were the monsters... creeping in around every corner, closing in from the woods, though they wouldn't dare step foot in the field. No, never, they couldn't. The woods were their domain, their fortress... there were trees to block him, roots to trip him up, bursts of sun creeping through the canopy to blind him... the woods were never safe.
But there, the sun shone with brilliant golden rays that cascaded down on a pale equine leaning against a tree. All of his energy became focused on this one point, this horse that dared the dangers and acted as though nothing was wrong. Couldn't it see the predators lurking, the monsters with their tearing teeth watching? Yet the calm drew him in, so that his hooves carried him closer to the horse though he didn't know it. He wouldn't have allowed himself to walk towards her if he had been conscious of it; he would have run the other way... but like a moth to the light, he was drawn to what was surely a trick. Nervous and jerky were his eyes, though his walk was smooth and sure, betraying the constant chaos this stallion's mind was always in. Her beauty managed to enchant even those with an insane mind, and as he drew closer, he could tell this center of calm in the world was a mare... and then he realized he was in her company, merely inches from her face so that surely she must feel his breath against her hide. He lurched backward then, staring wide eyed and suddenly shy in the face of such beauty. Indeed, he was rendered mute while his weight shifted from leg to leg, mimicking his mind as it screamed both 'stay' and 'go' at the same time.
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Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jun 21, 2012 12:20:51 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,731,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/2ngbzmo.png,true] status complete | words 482 | rai <33 for | Muse decent Annoyance swept through her as she leaned against the tree, though she allowed the coolness to seep in and relax her body. How hard was it to find some company in this god forsaken place. Better yet, how can she find a decent amount of a company with out being dominated over. That sorta thing. She stood still, easily, her mane falling in faint curls as she let the darker hair gleam against her pale body, that part of her neck still to heated. Her forelock fell over one useless eyes as she closed them briefly, before ears flicked at the sound of an approach. One ear remained in an aloof position, the other poised at the approacher before he grew close enough she could feel his breath. What the hell? She backed off, two, three steps, annoyed, her head turning into his direction, directly at him, waiting a moment as she narrowed her eyes faintly, "Honey, you need another lesson in personal space." She commented, snorting faintly at what she already knew to be a stallion, "And maybe a lesson in warning someone you approach, hmm? What's your name, darling? And What are you doing here, huh?" She asked, pushing away from the bark, asking her words in a soft drawling voice, "I'm Sissy."
"Seducing"
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Post by d.ream ♥ on Jun 21, 2012 18:08:24 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0a2c22]and i'd rather play here with all the madmen for i'm quite content they're all as sane as me The stallion blinked at the mare, clearly confused and mesmerized at the same time. His breathing quickened, becoming audible and so fast that his sides moved rapidly and the world became a bit fuzzy. He watched as she stepped back, even as he did, and a slight giggle escaped his lips at this. Gleefully, his forelegs picked up and dropped, prancing in place though his hind end didn't follow. The effect was that he looked like he was wagging his tail like a dog. But then her eyes narrowed, and he realized he had performed a no-no. His head drooped like a kicked puppy, his eyelids sliding down and his ears falling impossibly out to the sides. A deep sigh escaped his lips before he looked back up apologetically. "I'm sorryyyy miss, I didn't meeeaaaannnnn to bother youuuu. I just founndddd myself hereeee and I don't know howwwww..." Like a child, he dragged out his words, hoping that the longer he stretched each syllable would make his apology all the more sincere. He puffed air up from his lower lip in such a way that, if he were human, it would have caused their bangs to blow up but since he is indeed a horse, it just caused the air to pass his nostrils, which he promptly inhaled and then gagged on the taste of used-up oxygen. He coughed and sputtered as though he had just eaten a toxic plant, falling onto his knees and chest for dramatic effect. His cheekbones rubbed against the earth delicately, his ear swiveling to catch her next words. Well then. If she was going to ignore his despair... He rose up and shook himself quickly, as if the faster he moved, the more it would seem like he never went into his little fit. Used air was just disgusting, surely she knew that. He coughed to clear his throat, about to announce his name before he heard hers. His cough turned into a choke, laughter erupting from his mouth and causing him to sink back on his hindquarters (very animated, isn't he?) while he wiggled side to side with laughter. "Y-y-y-your name's S-s-s-sissy?!?!" His laughter choked out his voice which reached all new heights of pitch, so that he almost sounded like a colt going through puberty. "That's HILARIOUS!"
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Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jun 25, 2012 11:17:49 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=width,500,true][atrb=height,731,true][atrb=background,http://i48.tinypic.com/2ngbzmo.png,true] status complete | words ### | raisur for | muse ugh Nemisis had had stallions approach her, but this was the first. Not one word had been said, nothing. He'd come, way to close, and had just stood there. Her ears perked forward, hearing him suddenly start to quicken his breath, and she took a few extra small steps back, hearing him . . . giggle? An owl in the tree hooted faintly, though Sissy ignored him for now. She probably should leave, but she wanted to figure out what the hell was going on here first. Her ears flicked again, the sounds of something hitting the ground in a pattern alerted her to the way he was prancing, though it was a two beat so only his front legs. And then she heard him sigh, the faint sound of something flopping? His ears maybe, followed by a deep sigh, before she gritted her teeth at his words, the deep, drawn out syllables grating at her nerves. She didn't respond even as he huffed air up, before gagging on the very air, coughing, before she heard a thud as he fell to his knees, though she stood still, not responding, hearing him stand again before something shifting. And then, as her name was given the bastard thought to laugh! LAUGH about her fucking name. A snarl was present on her muzzle as she waited for him to contain his laughter only to hear him ask if her name was really serious, his voice higher then it aught to be, before declaring her name hilarious. She took a threatening step forward, eyes narrowing, "Excuse me?" You want to run that by me again? My name is . . . what now? |
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Post by d.ream ♥ on Jul 10, 2012 15:16:05 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0a2c22]i'm tryna walk a straight line but the line's crooked Nerves overtook the stallion so that he shivered delicately, his eyes widening as the mare took a threatening step toward him. He was loosing his grip on reality, hindquarters sinking into the Earth though his hooves remained firmly planted. He began leaning back, breathing quickly and loudly. His eyes closed, his ears pinned, and his head turned to the side. And that's when it happened. That's when the beast chose to come out and play. Slowly, he regained himself. His posture straightened up, his legs stepping out and lifting his body high. His neck stretched out, putting his head mere inches from hers while his multicolored ones searched her vacant ones, understanding dawning. No matter how he stood, she wouldn't see. Couldn't see the threats he allowed to cross his face, the carefully executed emotions to tug at hers. He would have to rely on his words. In other words, the predator within had to evolve to hurt. And oh, how fun that would be! Her words reached his ears, though he wasn't sure what he had said to piss her off so. Ah well, he had run into this conundrum before. Improvising was his easiest way out of whatever the idiot side of him had gotten into, and then his game could begin. Perhaps, since she was blind, this game would be so much more fun... Surely she couldn't feel him move, and thus she couldn't evade? "If," he paused, that one word stressed and emphasized. "you weren't wise enough to hear what I said before, why should I bother to repeat myself?" His customary sneer crossed his lips, even though she couldn't see it. "You're blind. I wasn't expecting to have to deal with you being deaf, as well." His words held carefully measured poison, his tail flicking and slithering against his hindquarters as he turned his head away from her, studying the mountains as though he couldn't be bothered by her.
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Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jul 17, 2012 16:49:56 GMT -5
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[/s] She sneered, even though she remained on high alert. Her eyes couldn't show his instant change, but her ears picked up on so much more. It was as if she were speaking to another stallion all together. " Do you make a habit out of pissing of mares, or does it just come naturally." She snapped, her words biting, cold, with an aloof tone as if she was loosing interest in him. As if he were the one that was stupid, and different, and not worth her time. You're blind. Instantly her ears pinned, teeth baring, and in response to her shifted mood from cold and aloof to truly pissed off, Nyx hooted, something almost borderline a warning 'i'm about to come to war' hoot. She ignored the creature, " What the fuck does that have to do with anything?" She snarled. I wasn't expecting to have to deal with you being deaf, as well. The owl was in air before she could even leap at him, cawing loud enough to distract Sissy just enough from leaping forward to tear off his face. She snarled, ignoring the coasting fowl, ears picking the sound of his tail flicking, before moving against his hide, a different sound all together from the slight swoosh of air as he turned his head away, " Oh, fuck you, you jack ass. You will fucking look at me when I'm talking to you." She snarled taking a threatening step forward, not about to lay down and take the disrespect. Nyx hooted again, slicing through the air, landing on her back and purposely digging his talons in trying to distract her, keep her from digging her own grave, but she was to far gone, to pissed off, and she wanted to eat the bastard alive. " Seducing" Calculating[/blockquote][/div] gotta love sissy, huh? lol. table by hellhoundestate@deviantart.com ; stock/brushes by stock-cmoura @ DA, bloodyknuckles-stock @ DA, arrsistable @ DA, ElizavetBrushes @ DA
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Post by d.ream ♥ on Jul 26, 2012 20:42:24 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0a2c22]the face beside me stopped bleeding the girl i knew has such a distant stare Her sneer was met by cold laughter, his multicolored eyes staring at her down the bridge of his nose. He lifted his chin a little bit, ears swiveling back and neck becoming abruptly straight. He flicked his tail against his hindquarters, allowing her to hear it sizzle down his side. His very posture suggested the fact that he saw himself to be better than her, though her eyes couldn't see it. The air around him seemed to change, become more electric, more dangerous with the arrival of this other persona. That, he was confident of, she could feel. "Afraid to speak?" He jeered, the words spoken with poisonous intent. "That's alright. I'd prefer you to scream." He stated, his teeth snapping at her cheek bone but closing a fraction of an inch away, muzzle raising to speak into her ear. "But I like to play with my food before I eat it." Her silence was broken then, her arrogance leaking into the air and pulling another chuckle from his depths. "Guess, though I'd tell you I think it comes quite naturally." He easily showed the amusement on his face at her outburst that followed his announcement, though the stud didn't allow it to cross into his breath or voice. She was getting all worked up on his account. How sweet. "Oh, darling, it has to do with everything." He was mocking her, his voice sickly sweet like that of a mother coddling her child, attempting to explain to her why she had to have the shot, even if it hurt. His ear flicked toward the annoying call of her owl, his teeth grinding audibly as it pressed on his nerves. "Why? So you can look at me with those unseeing eyes? I don't quite see the difference between looking at your eyes or your ass. Clearly, you wouldn't be able to tell, either."
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Post by Dyzzie-doll on Jul 30, 2012 2:26:28 GMT -5
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Of course she snorted, annoyed by his chuckle, as he spoke again, "You sound a bit egotistical, sweet heart. It's a bit of a turn off." She stated, holding her head up, tilting her face away as if he was mud beneath her hooves, not worth her time, or effort. Oh, darling, it has to do with everything. This time it was her turn to snap at him, only she reached out, intending to bite him hard on the shoulder, not caring if it'd get her in trouble, "You know, mockery is never becoming, stud |
[/b]" She said darkly, sneering the last word, before growing even more annoyed at his next words, ears pinning. " I'll tell you this, sugar," She said slowly, starting to circle him, a constant hair's breath away from him, her head turned towards his the entire time, eyes locked onto his own, despite her lack of site, " I'm sure I can 'see' far more then you ever can. But look at my ass all you want," She said, flicking her tail up to let it drape lovingly around his muzzle, " Though, don't expect to be allowed to touch it." " Seducing" Calculating[/blockquote][/div] she is sooooo a floozy >< table by hellhoundestate@deviantart.com ; stock/brushes by stock-cmoura @ DA, bloodyknuckles-stock @ DA, arrsistable @ DA, ElizavetBrushes @ DA
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Post by d.ream ♥ on Aug 7, 2012 11:11:59 GMT -5
[atrb=width,400,true][atrb=border,0,true][bg=0a2c22]the face beside me stopped bleeding the girl i knew has such a distant stare The laugh that escaped his mouth then was abrupt and short, barely lasting a beat but so full of malicious amusement that he imagined it would echo in her mind. Taunt her. Because when she was provoked, she acted so... Predictably. Putting on a mean face, picking up that pretty head. Trying, and he cannot stress trying enough, to make herself appear intimidating. It was such a noble attempt, but it fell short. Try to impress him all you want, but actions speak louder than words... but at the moment, he felt the need for words. For words would bring actions later on; her words decided how she would live while in his presence. Life could be pleasurable, long, and slightly annoying, or it could be short, painful, and over with. "Your gender is a weakness, slut." The words slipped past his lips with careful tenacity, measured syllables and practiced tone. He raised an eyebrow at her open admission of being what he accused; a practiced whore, though the smile on his lips proved she had earned a bit of respect. Not enough for him to play nice, but enough for him to at least think twice. He listened, carefully calculating his actions in response to her provocative words, certain she wouldn't like what his response would be. His head turned to watch as her teeth sank into his shoulder, drawing blood from the thin skin. He didn't so much as shudder, merrily rolling his shoulders and stretching his head out to the side slightly, as if it was perfectly normal to be bitten like this. Of course, his other side would be in a frenzy when it saw the blood; believe he had been bitten by a monster, be driven into a deeper fear. This one, though? Pain was nothing. The moment she dared lift her tail into his face was her biggest mistake, the moment his statuesque nature was broken. A swift movement lifted him onto her back, his muzzle sliding down her spine until it rested close to her head. "Be careful, darling. Not everyone is willing to play your game. Others, like myself, are much more willing to take what they want by whatever means necessary." He slid off her then, walking around to her front and sending his teeth toward the nape of her neck. "Luckily for you, you aren't my type, either. I prefer the ones who can see."
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