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Right Kind of Wrong {Keahi} - Abyss - 10-12-2012 He was bored. The prey in the lands was limited to a few ragged and elderly mares. The large Shire had limited desire to be with them, even though very rarely did he have a limited desire to do anything, particularly when mares were involved. He paced anxiously in the lands, searching for a good looking mare that had not already been snatched up by one of the stallions that were searching as relentlessly as he. Oh sure, they would give noble reasons for taking the mares, but Abyss no longer believed in noble intentions. He had none of his own, why would any other stallion. He huffed anxiously and impatiently. It had been too long since he had been with a mare. He gave a sideways glance at a stunted, grey mare that stood nearby with her head to the ground grazing. Disgusted he turned away, there had to be a gem among the stones. Though not typically picky, he had standards and none of the mares satisfied his standards. He dropped his head to ground and grazed for a few moments. Waiting. Waiting...he would wait until one worth his time came. RE: Right Kind of Wrong {Keahi} - Keahi - 10-26-2012 KEAHI
RE: Right Kind of Wrong {Keahi} - Abyss - 10-28-2012 Though her looks left something to be desired, the stallion had to admire the elegance that she exuded. The swing in her hips, the way she moved, it all reeked of seduction and beauty. She was not the best looking mare had seen, bones and knotted mane with a whipping lion tail rather than the type of tail he'd grown accustomed to. She was not beautiful, but she was...captivating. He watched her draw closer, analyzed her with each step she made toward him. A smirk twisted his lips as she stepped within speaking distance, her voice silkily making its way toward him. She was black, like himself, with a horn protruding from her forehead. Another horned mare, how many of them had he encountered now, each of them different. It seemed that the horned headed ones were the most spicy, most likely to react to him violently than to willingly submit. Perhaps she would provide as entertaining a game. "I seem to have found that which I was looking for," the stallion's baritone rumbled out. The words old man rankled, for he knew he was no longer young, but so few of the mares commented on it. His age, years he had long since forgotten as they blurred together, was just a number. The older stallion had experience young stallions desired, and the strength to back it up yet. Additionally, his bulk lent him plenty of intimidation. RE: Right Kind of Wrong {Keahi} - Keahi - 11-01-2012 KEAHI
RE: Right Kind of Wrong {Keahi} - Abyss - 11-10-2012 Scrawny though she was, unattractive though he thought her, he was intrigued. The mare thought to play a game. It was not often he encountered one who desired as much. Most of them either detested him or trusted him too soon, a trust he broke almost immediately. How many mares had he broken in that manner? Enough. Would this one be broken? He didn't think so, but yet he would play her games for now. "They are tolerable, if one is to be honest. But why settle for commoners when you seeks a queen? They don't hold the interest, barely draw attention to themselves. As if they are afraid to do so." The stallion pondered that thought a moment. Were they afraid to do so? He had never truly contemplated that. He waited as she circled him, speaking softly, asking of his name in a manner he head never been asked it. He remained silent, dark eyes watching the sway of her body as she passed before his eyes. Behind him, the rustle of snow stops and he is tempted to turn to pierce her with his eyes, but not yet, not just yet. He hardly trusts keeping his back to her, but he can turn to face her if she attacks. "Abyss," he responds, "they call me Abyss, and you?" RE: Right Kind of Wrong {Keahi} - Keahi - 11-21-2012 ”Abyss,” she purrs, tasting his name as it slips past charcoal lips. ”They call me many things, though rarely anything pleasant,” she replies to his question without actually doing so, flicking her lion’s tail over her hocks swiftly. The smile on her lips tightens a bit as she remembers her numerous heated encounters with the Edge king Mauja, and not least the nickname that he gave her. “Skækja,” she says, as if it was her real name. This steed is but a random encounter, an alias is all he will have to know. The black minx does not trust easily, as she has found it to be most damaging, not to say a huge disadvantage. From her position standing behind him, she walked forward, brushing her body against his ever so slightly, before turning to face him again. Unlike the mares he talks about, Keahi loves attention, especially when coming from the opposite sex. She is a skilled seductress, but she is not easy and if he thinks so, he will be greatly disappointed. “A queen… Exquisite tastes. I wonder where one would expect to find such,” she spoke, grinning. Taking a few steps forward, she felt restless from being in one place to long and looked up at Abyss. “Walk with me,” was all she spoke, not a question but and order. With a flick of her tail she walked past him, letting the tip of her tail whip at his broad chest playfully. [OOC: Sooo sorry i took so long, and this sucks - forgive me?] |