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Candycorn Kisses - Graasvoel - 10-31-2016 graasvoel
The giant, tawny stallion tucked his wings tightly against his sides as more and more began to appear in front of the ghoul. And, with the arrival of more beautiful mares, he did the gentlemanly (gentlestalliony?) thing and shifted backwards towards the red willow’s weeping limbs, allowing them to go forward and claim their own tricks or treats. And he waited… and waited. And waited for his own trick to make itself known. Eager apprehension gleamed from his sharp, raptor gaze in the russet shadows, tangled mane and tail swaying with the intermittent evening breeze… Except there was no evening breeze. Starkly white ears sweep forward as his thick, swarthy neck craned to the side—what was making his multicolored, coarse locks move, if not the wind? He flicked his tail once, sending the snarled strands flipping through the air—only to see something fall out of it. Or somethings? His bright yellow-and-red ringed irises narrowed on the gleaming, conical lump that now nestled in the dark red grasses. His pale muzzle reached out, nostrils flared as he scented the strange thing—and it smelled sweet. Whiskered lips parted, taking it greedily into his mouth—and it tasted sweet. Another flick of his tail sent a few more sweets of various sizes scattering to the ground, which he happily lipped up into his waiting mouth. He then shook his mane, as it had grown heavy with candy snarled in the tangled strands. Some of it when flying to the ground with soft thumps, while others became even more hopelessly knotted into his mane. “Tricks can be delicious,” he murmured around yet another mouthful of candy. His bearded head rose, eyes glancing towards the far-off gather of equines and then to the ripples in the bloodied water where some of the candy had fallen. And then a round, clear, sugary treat slipped out of his forelock and fell directly over his eye. He squinted with a snort. the vulture feeds while it can until there's no trace left of man Taking advantage of his temporary curse: [Curse| Candy falls from his mane for 1 thread] Feel free to eat/PP eating any candy :P hehe @Najya RE: Candycorn Kisses - Sacre - 11-02-2016
I’m standing in front of destiny
That has passed me by again. A fearsome groan ripped through the Blood Falls as if an angry monster was about to descend upon it—but it wasn't a monster. It wasn't really fearsome either. The noise came from the belly of Sacre, who had been tricked by some shadowy demon who gave such innocent looking candy, candy that was now tormenting the fox-boy so much so that he thought he'd rather face down an angry monster. It didn't help that his two bonded friends were sat on a fallen log, laughing at him for being so stupid as to not only ask for a trick but to eat it as well... Idiot. With a great painful sigh, he wished one of the Doctors were here, where was Timmy when you needed him? It was his own fault for asking for a trick or even entertaining the joker by answering his question. He walked, slowly, so slowly, through the woodland, trying to ignore the giggles following him from behind and the sudden candy that now dropped in front of him. "No way" he moaned at the innocent treats. He was even being followed by the lying lumps of shit. His sunken gaze caught a glance of a red leg and he tracked upwards only to find a tawny pegasus who was dropping the bundles of joy from the strands of his hair. Wordlessly, for he preferred to suffer silently, he watched the stallion with a pain-stricken face as the guy leaned down to pick one up "ehrm I wouldn't—" too late. Grimacing, Sacre eyeballed the pegasus as he proclaimed it delicious and the fox-boy wondered if he'd find it delicious later. Or maybe the trick was one tailored only for Sacre to which that just made it worse. One more dropped into the eye of Mr. Candy Mane and Sacre didn't know whether laugh or cry if he could do either without his stomach twisting in cursed pain. Have a very in pain Sacre haha I hope you don't mind x3 [Curse | Has a belly ache from candy for 1 thread] RE: Candycorn Kisses - Najya - 11-11-2016 "EVERYTHING YOU WANT IS A DREAM AWAY." A’mal sat perched on Najya’s withers, holding her prize from the creature proudly in her claws. It was all Najya could do to keep from rolling her eyes. Figures that the little dragon couldn’t be parted from her, erm, prize. Hair. Hair that was roughly the same color as Najya’s own mane and tail, but this certainly wasn’t her own hair. This was a stranger’s hair. A stranger’s dirty hair. The thought made Najya a bit nauseous, but the little dragon was not put off at all by her bonded’s disgust. As Najya made her way from the gathering, A’mal was formulating a plan. - N A J Y A - omg sorry this got so long. and ridic. and took forever. naj's prize was a braid of dirty hair XD @graasvoel RE: Candycorn Kisses - Graasvoel - 11-29-2016 graasvoel
Ears, starkly white against the dark shadows and black mane, snapped forward at the loud moan that rumbled through the crowd. But it wasn’t a good moan (the kind borne of pleasure); no, this sounded pained. Sharp eyes glance away from the ruby, rippling water, seeking the source of the sound. And he was rewarded with a warning: “I wouldn’t—”. His lips paused around a particularly large, crunchy, sugary treat while his head tilted questioningly. But then he took the sweet into his mouth and loudly crunched it—a little pain was always worth the pleasure. A grin quirked up the sides of his mouth, “What eats your stomach, friend?” His gruff voice sounded around him chewing his treat— gaze drawn to the hunched posture and pained expression. Though his attention did not last long on the red-stained, black stallion for another approached them. Raptor eyes swivel to the source of the new voice. This one was decidedly feminine, as was the slender litheness of her body. Though the red-horned was not stocky, both physiques were dwarfed by the vulture’s broad and heavy frame. He grinned, glancing towards the dragon that eagerly snatched up candies, a rough chuckle sounding at the white lizard’s unhelpful overly helpfulness. “I’m only lucky now that I’m in your company, beautiful Najya,” he finally said, after she was finished talking. His head slowly rose from it’s scrounging of candies from the grass, red eyes not leaving the mare’s beautiful face, “Are you a nurse?” he questioned, his muzzle gesturing towards the other, black stallion, indicating her offer of advice about peppermint brought about his question. And then he grinned, holding still, “Yes, I do,” his eyes gleamed with amusement as he answered her question—a favor from a nurse? This night may be in for more treats than he originally thought. the vulture feeds while it can until there's no trace left of man @Najya @Sacre |