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03-08-2013, 07:19 PM
Why was the four cold hooves that carried her regal appearance taking her here? Here to the... wasteland? The hellish fiend slithered across the closed grounds, her nostrils flared defiantly as she trodded across familiar grounds, pale orbs peering across the valley as the sun's brazen face sent its glow across the marsh that was ripe for this meeting. Here, she would learn the art of war and combat. Here, she would learn what it felt to be battered and to do so on others. The bugling trumpet of a mare could be heard across the earth, a noisy bugle escaped her jugular. The territory that she would now fear, she stood on. She was a daring mare and could take this territory and the fight that she had heard him scream. Then she waited, a calm walk to her stride, a restless devil expecting challenge, her nostrils flared as a breathy snort rumbled from her chest.
Her pace picked up to a delicate lope. Their fateful meeting had begun here and here it would end, her melodious three beat cadence bringing the siren to the side of the zealous stallion. LOKI. With unabashed movements the babe curled across her new king, coming from behind him and cutting him off, a smirk of contentment flowing across her inky lips as beige hooves crumbled, and despite her long gaites, she could easily halt infront of the stallion. A coo of temptation written on her lips. They formed into a smirk and she turned on a dime. They faced each other. Angora snorted, tossing his head and allowing her fire kissed bode to look how it wanted. The gentle coo of the mare came out. "You called?" The mare was fiery and unbroken, but her slightly flirty side coming out, she could be unstoppable. She would wrest this fight from the ebony stallion and leave the ebony stud after she learnt.
She reached her inky lips out towards his shoulder. Her nostrils shuddering as she gave him a sort of.. kiss? "Let this be as peaceful as possible." She retreated her muzzle after a moment. Her honey touched orbs looking into his acidic green gaze. Her gold contrasted with his pure ebony. Never did she think this place could be so peaceful, but she had to remind herself, this was the calm before a storm.
Her pace picked up to a delicate lope. Their fateful meeting had begun here and here it would end, her melodious three beat cadence bringing the siren to the side of the zealous stallion. LOKI. With unabashed movements the babe curled across her new king, coming from behind him and cutting him off, a smirk of contentment flowing across her inky lips as beige hooves crumbled, and despite her long gaites, she could easily halt infront of the stallion. A coo of temptation written on her lips. They formed into a smirk and she turned on a dime. They faced each other. Angora snorted, tossing his head and allowing her fire kissed bode to look how it wanted. The gentle coo of the mare came out. "You called?" The mare was fiery and unbroken, but her slightly flirty side coming out, she could be unstoppable. She would wrest this fight from the ebony stallion and leave the ebony stud after she learnt.
She reached her inky lips out towards his shoulder. Her nostrils shuddering as she gave him a sort of.. kiss? "Let this be as peaceful as possible." She retreated her muzzle after a moment. Her honey touched orbs looking into his acidic green gaze. Her gold contrasted with his pure ebony. Never did she think this place could be so peaceful, but she had to remind herself, this was the calm before a storm.
