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[PRIVATE] a fever you can't sweat out

Volterra the Indomitable Posts: 785
Dragon's Throat Sultan atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 17'2hh :: 3 HP: 80 | Buff: SENSE
Vérzés :: Common Red Dragon :: Frost Breath & Toxic Breath & Vadir :: Royal Gold Dragon :: Fire Breath & Shock Breath Snow
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@Mirabella



The fuck?!

One moment she's there, in his trap like a fly in a hungry spider's web - the next, she's gone. His ears pin further, angry, frustrated, and he forces his wall to crumble into dirt. There she is, looking as smug as the cat who got the god damned cream. "Alright, very clever," he concedes, his gaze narrowed. He didn't count on her having bloody portal magic, and that's certainly going to make his task all the harder.

But all the more satisfying when he succeeds in taking her beneath him. Because, as well as the gratification of finally bedding a mare, he wants the thrill of the hunt, too. Like his dragon, he revels in the buildup as much as the end result. The stalk, the chase, the kill.

Boy. Rage bids his eyes to flash, and the ground rumbles ominously as his magic threatens to explode from him. There's no way in hell she is escaping without his weight upon her now. He will not be outsmarted by a woman, played with like an overeager dog for a bone. With a colossal output of strength that leaves him sweating and foaming slightly at the mouth, he drags up several spikes of earth, dotted around the clearing by the falls. He arranges them like a tunnel, trying to trap her in the centre and hoping that the spires of stone are so close together, she'll risk impaling herself on one if she teleports again. His energy wanes and his muscles twitch and scream for mercy as magic fatigue takes its toll, but he cares not a jot if it means he finally gets the blessed release he so craves. Through the tunnel of his magic he advances on her, hoping to come close to her whilst she's sandwiched between his structures - tall, hard, powerful structures, the innuendo of which is not lost on him. A small, steady smirk spreads across his face and his tail slaps hard against his hindlegs, praying he's managed to trap her at last.

BLESSED BY A BITCH FROM A BASTARD'S SEED
PLEASURE TO MEET YOU, PREPARE TO BLEED


[ you can't stray from what you are, you're the closest thing to hell i've seen so far  ]
[ use of force/magic on him is permitted aside from death/maiming ]





Messages In This Thread
a fever you can't sweat out - by Volterra - 10-11-2015, 11:11 AM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Mirabella - 10-14-2015, 12:15 AM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Volterra - 10-18-2015, 01:13 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Mirabella - 10-18-2015, 03:14 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Volterra - 10-18-2015, 03:40 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Mirabella - 10-18-2015, 03:55 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Volterra - 10-18-2015, 04:13 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Mirabella - 10-24-2015, 03:42 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Volterra - 10-24-2015, 04:06 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Mirabella - 10-24-2015, 04:43 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Volterra - 10-24-2015, 05:11 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Mirabella - 10-27-2015, 05:35 AM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Volterra - 10-27-2015, 12:59 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Mirabella - 11-09-2015, 03:51 PM
RE: a fever you can't sweat out - by Volterra - 11-15-2015, 01:32 PM

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