gods and kings (vol vs kiuaji)

[JUDGED] gods and kings (vol vs kiuaji)

Kiuaji Posts: 40

Absent Abyss atk: 5.5 | def: 9.0 | dam: 4.5

Stallion :: Unicorn :: 17.2 :: 9 HP: 61.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Matanye :: African Crowned Eagle :: None Nova

08-18-2016, 02:16 PM

Volterra certainly wasn't the first to fall for the Dorobian's feminine wiles, and he certainly wouldn't be the last. Oh, how many back in his homeland had snorted and foamed at one another as he lazed to the side of the makeshift arena, long lashes fluttered toward his favorite contender for his affection. It all ended in humiliation and deceit, for they soon realized the delight they had been fighting for wasn't the delicate feminine beauty they had imagined. If he was more of a caring soul, he might've felt bad for the behemoth falling for the age old trick, offered him a soft croon to soothe over the wounded pride but as ever — Kiuaji has nothing but amusement in his serpentine heart.

The boggled stallion drew an breathy laugh from his maw, followed by a wicked smile dressed in sweetness and light. "Why, I can be anything you want me to be, handsome." It's been such a long time since he's had a taste of the age old life, and he's loathed to let it slip between his web again. He'll tangle with this black beast, dig his claws deep and whisper sweet nothings that'll make his head spin in sinful horror.

How disappointed he was, when he approached and the other seemed to be too caught up in his jarred emotions, and the revelation that his foe was not the sumptuous mare he first promised. The almost bitter taste is washed from his from his mouth when finally he moved, his mouth twisted into a smirk instead as amethysts glittered with satisfaction. He doesn't quite hit is mark, but that's just fine as he spied the cuts, he likes a man that can move — he likes a man that can fight.
And fight he does! He swung that overly muscular body his way, and how nice would it have been to have a bite, nibble his lips over the hardened flesh and ghost his breath over each dip and curve. He would of, and he still kept it in mind as he's forced to throw his weight to his left to avoid the brunt of the stallion's flailing limbs. While they don't hit his skull like intended, he can feel them kiss biting brushes and scrapes down his right side. Pain blossoms like a valley coming into full bloom at once, and steals a breath which vaguely sounds like a moan from the Unicorn. Let his mind reel at that, that his attack has done nothing but bring him apparent pleasure to the creature that's sent him into a tailspin.

Where the brute is sturdy as the mountain, Kiuaji is as lithe and fickle as the streams, he doesn't command the space and girth this fine specimen does, he doesn't need time to swing his curves around. His tail swept around in a teasing lash aimed towards Volterra's side as he's forced to give the brute space. He can feel his shoulder sing it's grievances to him with each stride he takes as he begins to wind around the stallion like a serpent, careful to try and keep as much space as possible between the two of them until he's comfortable in getting up close and personal with him much more. He's going to have to keep a close eye on his injured side, as much as he loves a good rough and tumble, it's going to ruin his mood before he really begins.

Like the dirty heathen he is, he's all too happy to let a visible shudder roll down his spine at Volterra's growl and grunted response. "That's fine if you won't tell me now, I'll just have you purr it on top of me later." He rasped, accompanied by a mock lunge toward his prey, neck extended so he could snap his teeth toward his haunches. Matanye is all too used to her bonded's games, but she let's out a trill of amusement that this one seemed to be having a rather bad time with it. Eventually, circling isn't enough, he wants more, he wants to see the beast sweat more than he is now. He wants to press buttons until he finds the right one. His rear end swung toward Volterra in a brief buck, making sure that he can see his feminine curves and lines, a private show just for him. Fluidly, he attempted to line himself up so that on his next buck, his sharp hooves thump and drag against his barrel, caress their own biting kiss into his all too tempting flesh.

"talk talk talk"

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Damage Tracker; bruises and scrapes to his right shoulder/side, impede his front right legs movement when turning.

Summary; Throws his weight on his left side to narrowly miss having his head thumped by Volterra's hooves, instead takes a peppering of bruises and scrapes down his shoulder which make turning on his right side somewhat difficult. He moves to begin to circle Volterra, but not before trying to whip him with his tail ;D He's careful, trying to keep some distance between the two of them, teases him some more and gives a threatening snap toward Volterra's prime booty. Turns his own haunches towards Volterra in a bucking motion, and uses his next buck to try throw his rear hooves into Volterra's side.

Some hearts are a desert you can die wandering in

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