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Zandora Posts: 85
Outcast atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 3.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 HH :: 7 years HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Evara :: Black Leopard :: None ShadowMare
#1
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying


The thick canopy allowed little to pass through in the forest, the time of day tricking her underneath the shadows of the trees the loomed over her. She enjoyed the darkness though, it was easier to see when the brightness of the world didn't blind her. She was never one that preferred the light of day, no Zandora was a vixen of the night. Evara seemed to like it too, the leopard was actually found awake for once, the young child already expressing quite the side of laziness.

The filtered light shined on the clear waters, red gems glittering underneath the rays. She stopped to drink, her tongue dry of travels. As she bent her head down so that she might lap up the glistening water, Evara hoped off her back and landed quite ungracefully(and very wetly) into the pond. Ears flipped back as cold water dripped off her face, the leopard holding an amused face as she paddled through the translucent waters. Zandora tried to be mad, but she found that it was quite hard at the disposal of Evara's puppy eyes. Sighing, she beckoned the leopard to shore. Lightly grabbing the cub's pelt, she placed Evara underneath a great trunk, the forest forage making a bed so that the she might sleep. "Go to sleep now little one." She spoke tenderly, eyes returning to the pond as she watched the light bounce of the red stones.


"Talk?"

OCC: yay for finally getting on top of this!

@Volterra
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No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.

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
#2


Gold and red scales flash through the trees as the beast's dragons race. They might not like each other much, but this only fuels their sharp competitive edge, bristling their draconic pride and driving each to exert their dominance over the other. Vérzés, older and more experienced in the air, has the edge over the young queen with his stamina and speed, but his bulky, masculine body is ill-equipped to dart between the smotheringly close trees of the Deep Forest. Vadir, in contrast, dwarfs her red brother in terms of agility, but her age and inexperience ensures that it is an even match.

On the ground, Volterra trots beneath his companions, a hulking black shadow beneath the trees. The ground quivers beneath his formidable weight, each hard muscle propelling him forwards in the wake of his dragons. There is no hope of him catching them, with his ponderous pace and sheer bulk which is ill-suited to high speeds, but he marches after them all the same, smirking fondly beneath Gashad's patterned skull at the sight of their gleaming scales darting past. They are beautiful little death machines, and they are his.

Suddenly, his mind tingles as both his dragons send him visions of a mare - immediately his ears prick and upper lip elevates, scenting the air to see if she's in heat, to see if she will be receptive to his advances. He is a stallion before he is anything else, and even when women aren't his main focus, they are always on his mind, and he is always willing to change his day's activities if he detects his favourite aroma. His dragons halt their race and choose instead to circle directly above the mare, his prey, sending images of jet-black fur and delicious locks of purple mane. Hunger gnaws in the leviathan's chest and he alters his path to take him towards the woman, following his dragons' instructions to guide him through the forest.

They send him the image of something else, too; a little black cub, nestled beneath a tree. He feels their hunger, feels their desire to swoop and devour, but with a sharp mental jab he forbids them from descending upon the cub and feasting on it. The cub is likely the mare's companion, and the dragons eating it will not make the woman overly fond of their commander. Closer and closer he roams, until finally he sees her - a unicorn, stunning, resplendent in front of a pond. Muffled thuds ring through the forest as Vérzés and Vadir land on different branches of the same tree, their massive frames hulking over the clearing and watching both the unicorn and the cub with sharp, feral eyes. Volterra shifts closer, nostrils flared, thick neck arched to display each glorious muscle, crimson eyes peering through the holes of the patterned skull he wears. "Is it really wise for a woman to wander the forest alone?" he asks, his voice the gravelly baritone of stones rasping across concrete. "There could be monsters." And the wickedest of grins spreads across his beskulled face.

IF IT FEELS GOOD, TASTES GOOD, IT MUST BE MINE
HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE
image: chan <3


@Zandora

[ 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 ]




Zandora Posts: 85
Outcast atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 3.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 HH :: 7 years HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Evara :: Black Leopard :: None ShadowMare
#3
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying

Something sharp, fast, whipping, whispered through the forest tonight, her ears flicking back as if to follow the sounds that echoed in her drums. Glancing upwards, she could see a vibrant set of dragons eyeing her from a perch in the tree not to far from Evara. She snarled at the dragons, but did not have the chance to scare them away as man entered from behind. She kept her ears trained on the birds, still too wary of something happening to her new addition, her newest love. Zandora's eyes switched away from that of red and yellow to crimson and onyx. They followed the curve of his neck, chest, shoulders, the power in each flex of muscle easily seen. A patterned skull decorated the beast's face, and his body towered over hers with layers of corded muscle and sleek, shiny, skin. Low, deep, enthralling words spilled from porcelain and ebonite lips, her face mimicking the wicked smile that had melted onto the black's features.

"You are probably right-?" She started, a darkness glittering in orbs void of pupil. "But perhaps, that said mare-" She pauses again, stepping closer and reaching up so that her words did not need to be carried by the winds to his ears. "wants to meet monsters." She purred, words of woven silks and lures. The rogues and wilds of the forest did not scare her, but only tempted her to it's depths, her yearning for adventure and risk never leaving her. It was so much easier to live this way, to not get a fuck, and to fuck anyone she wanted. She did not want to deal with the pettiness of emotions, of feelings, of love, as far as she was concerned, the only thing that mattered, truly mattered; was the cub sleeping underneath the watch of the trees. 

Pulling away, she passed him, eyes still glistening with a growing thirst. As she passed, purple locks lashed out at his hocks, a low chuckle releasing from the vixen's lips as she circled around to face the skulled man. 

"Zandora."




"Talk?"

OCC: whoops

@Volterra
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No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.

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
#4


She examines him, and he stands tall and proud beneath her observations. Each proud muscle bulks to its fullest extent, displaying all his hard lines and rugged sinews, whilst both dragons fix her with their penetrating gaze and assess her even as she assesses their bonded. She comes closer, and there's a feral gleam in the monster's eye as she responds to his words. His grin flexes and twists, his ears pivoting to follow her motions as she moves behind him and tickles his hind legs with her flowing violet tail. Then she's in front of him again, and his crimson gaze studies her intently.

She gives her name - Zandora. "Volterra," comes his response. He continues to scrutinise her, trying to decide whether his advances will be well-met or not. She isn't fleeing for the hills yet, which has to be a good sign...He looks to the cub sheltered beneath the tree, using his sheer willpower to stop his dragons from swooping down on it. They both want to, that much is obvious, because to them anything that isn't horse or dragon is prey.

Rather like their bonded - except he hunts differently to them. He is a predator of a different sort, and it is not his stomach he seeks to sate.

"Your colouring is exquisite." He looks her up and down again, scanning that svelte body, those long, purple locks, and finding them deeply satisfying. Need gnaws away at his insides and his skulled face remains focused fully on her, ravenous, waiting to see what she'll do next. Will she run at the sight of him, all blatant masculinity and untamed desire, or will she remain and see how this little chance meeting goes?

IF IT FEELS GOOD, TASTES GOOD, IT MUST BE MINE
HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE
image: chan <3


@Zandora

[ 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 ]




Zandora Posts: 85
Outcast atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 3.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 HH :: 7 years HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Evara :: Black Leopard :: None ShadowMare
#5
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying

It is quickly realized that the noir was no sunflower, no he was a specimen of all muscles and darkness, a black prince in glittering power. He releases his name into the tainted air that spoke of hunger, of raw want, of need. Her mind soaks his name into her brain, branding 'Volterra' in the flesh of her empty, dark, mind. Her purples lose contact with his crimsons as he turns to Evara, ears flickering back as her eyes traveled to the two dragons, each's eyes showing a feral hunger. They do not touch the sleeping leopard, and she is greatful, she wouldn't want anything to spoil the moment.

Crimson and amethyst connect again, and she drinks the sound of his voice as he speaks. He complimented her, red lanterns swallowing her frame once again. She can see the fire inside his eyes that burned within her core, the equal wanting of the two blacks in a shadowed forest. She stays still, wanting to be chased, wanting to be dominated. Her lips part, silken words falling from onyx lips, "Oh really-? I taste even better." She purrs. She flicked her tail, let her scent intoxicate him, just as his body did she, consider her words and invitation.




"Talk?"

OCC: whoops

@Volterra
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No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.

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
#6


Jaws slip into a wolf's smile, and his dragons coil and twist in the air as his emotions radiate to them. They feel everything he feels, every throbbing pulse of desire that burrows through his body and settles into his stomach, each twitch of fevered flesh, each flare of a nostril to inhale the intoxicating scent of woman. The red, male like Volterra, understands the emotions that burn through his bonded - he has been there to see them flourish, to see the boy turn into a man. The golden queen, on the other hand, has not experienced this very often. His emotions are quite foreign to her, and her decidedly feminine presence roots around in his brain to catalogue his feelings. Her invasive presence jars, but he forces it aside. He has other things to focus on.

The purple-hued mare speaks, and Volterra's eyes ravish every delicious inch of her body. "Hmmm. I cannot simply take your word for that." And he strides forward, assertive, powerful, a predator in black furs. He towers over her, and doesn't he just know it, devouring her with his gaze and ominous, skull-wearing menace. He lowers his massive head, sniffing her sumptous black flesh, and the fleshy pink of his tongue darts out to try and taste her shoulder. He presses forwards, aiming to touch his massive chest to her as well, nostrils as wide as caves as they inhale every billowing stream of scent. His heart races, blood afire, but he doesn't get his hopes up just yet; many women are content to tease, until they realise they're taunting a monster.

IF IT FEELS GOOD, TASTES GOOD, IT MUST BE MINE
HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE
image: chan <3


@Zandora

[ 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 ]




Zandora Posts: 85
Outcast atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 3.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 HH :: 7 years HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Evara :: Black Leopard :: None ShadowMare
#7
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying

His breath spreads warmly over her skin, hot and luring. All of him crawls down her spine, the brute's alpha demeanor enthralling and everything she wanted. She does not want to hide underneath the devil's stare, she wants to glisten to glow, to taint and to drawl his attention.
The young leopard does not understand any of which she is feeling, but the predator inside Evara does and Zandora can feel her squirm underneath the emotions surrounding her bonded and swirling within her own chest. It would not be long until Evara was going to be a grown women, and the predator inside her would be of use. For now though, the predator inside Zandora was out to play and Zandora was being preyed.

His tongue slides over her skin and she trembles underneath his touch, melting too easily so easily. Zandora did not want to play games today, she wanted what she wanted and nothing would get in her way of that desire. She can feel the rippling muscle on her as his bosom rubbed upon her silks, her eyes casting him a look as she let words fall from starved lips. "Oh if my word is not enough, please, experience it yourself." In just minutes she had been chased, clawed down and caught by the neck, and now he would satisfy his hunger upon her skin.


"Talk?"

OCC: whoops

@Volterra
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No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.

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
#8


The beast inside him screams its delight as he ensnares her, and the primal drive to take her almost overwhelms him. His dragons, sensing the familiar feelings within him - especially the red, who has witnessed his bonded on the prowl before - turn on the wing and depart from the clearing, hauling their consciousnesses away from the stallion. Vadir's lingers for a moment, curious, not fully understanding these strange new sensations which have gripped her bonded - a mental nudge from the red quickly bids her to speed up the beats of her wings, however, and she disappears with her crimson brother into the shadows.

Volterra, alone with the mare and her companion, feels hunger grip him like a vice. He moves closer, ravenous, taking deep inhalations of her reeking, womanly skin, his velvet muzzle extendin to caress each contour of her neck. He dwarfs her, and he wonders if her little body will be able to take the weight of him - because that's where he hopes this is going, and he doesn't like to get his hopes up for nothing. "I am not the sort of man to decline such an invitation," he growls, guttural, savage. He shifts to the back of her, admiring that purple tail but far more interested in what's underneath, and seeks to bump his massive chest against her hind end. It is a question, a demand; a final offer for an escape for her if she wishes to depart - he will allow it, because he has higher standards than the necessity to force. But he prays she remains, to tangle with the beast she's met in the forest.

IF IT FEELS GOOD, TASTES GOOD, IT MUST BE MINE
HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE
image: chan <3


feel free to fade to black in your next post if that's where this is headed ;D @Zandora

[ 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 ]




Zandora Posts: 85
Outcast atk: 7.0 | def: 10 | dam: 3.0
Mare :: Unicorn :: 15 HH :: 7 years HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE
Evara :: Black Leopard :: None ShadowMare
#9
Zandora
Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying

There is no turning around, no backing away, no running. He surrounds her, envelopes her with dark coats and masculine aromas. Zandora can feel the discomfort but curiosity inside the leopard as she experiences the turmoil of desire within her bonded. For later times, Zandora would teach Evara of such lethalness of love and desire, but for now, she allows her focus to shift away from the jade eyed and to the ember eyed. She breaths in everything he is, enjoying the smell of him in her thoughts, but wanting more so to feel what the monster in ebonite is. He does not displease her, does not decline the offer she so, thirstily nicely put out there, his whiskers and muzzle tracing the dips and silks of her neck. Oh how Zandora melts at his touch, the touch that would, if only temporarily, leave her satisfied and distracted from the daunts and the disgusts of reality.

He moves past her then, and her body pushes into his broad chest, answering his question with the simplicity of a movement. She will not deny the beast, Zandora is no fae of bluff, for a bluff played wrong is a loss she is unwilling to take. The mare of lilac and onyx is too prestigious for such acts, so with the tip of tail, she allows in the prince of the dark woods.


"Talk?"

OCC: I will tag you in a spar post at some point in time in the next few weeks if you want!

@Volterra
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No restrictions on things that can happen to Zandora, please tag in first posts only.

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
#10


She presses against him, his for the taking, a delicious and unexpected prize splayed out before him in this darkened forest. He truly did not expect to partake in this today, but he is an opportunistic predator at the best of times and would be a fool to turn down his prey when they are offered to him on a silver platter. Even when he is not hunting specifically for this, he will gleefully seize the opportunity should it arise. And arise it has, in the form of this black-furred, purple-tailed temptress.

In the distance, his dragons scream. His emotions wash into them, driving them both far, far away from him in an attempt to escape from the overwhelming force of his lust. The red is an old hand at this, as he has witnessed his bonded at work many times before. The young golden queen, in contast, is quite baffled by the sensations flooding over her from the stallion she has sewn her soul to, so save for the idle ebbings of desire she felt for him when he was with Amaris that day, she is quite inexperienced at how to handle these particular emotions.

The beast shuts both dragons out from his mind - he has other things to concentrate on. He never tires of this, of the hunt, of the capture. As a man, this is what he is entitled to, and this is what he takes whenever and wherever he can. He knows frustration - he hates it, and does anything in his power to avoid it.

Closing his mind, the behemoth talks instead with his body.

-fade-

IF IT FEELS GOOD, TASTES GOOD, IT MUST BE MINE
HEROES ALWAYS GET REMEMBERED BUT YOU KNOW LEGENDS NEVER DIE
image: chan <3


OOC: Definitely! We can make it a teaching spar if you want some pointers or anything :)

[ 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 ]





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