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[PRIVATE] Looking for My Angel (Miykael)
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11-02-2016, 01:27 AM
To backtrack to the beginning of her day, December had been looking for her daughter through the crowd whom had gathered to Trick or Treat. Upon participating in this activity, the ivory lass had made the mistake of choosing Trick. Her assumption that the creature giving out said gifts was one that was utterly harmless had been a large underestimation; leaving the bulky mare with the inability to speak for an entire day. As she had tried to talk upon leaving him, it all came out jumbled and hard to decipher, making the normally articulate woman very... very frustrated. On top of all of this, she had just come into heat, and just how in the hell was she supposed to let her beloved know what exactly she wanted if she couldn't tell him. Normally Miykael was quick to respond to body language, but he was also accustomed to her upfront vocabulary, and without it she simply wasn't herself.
So with this predicament she was grumpy to say the least, not even wanting to speak with Carl who was trying his best not to laugh at the entire situation. He knew how moody she could get during her cycle, and to poke the bear at a time like this would most likely result in his untimely demise. He was fortunate that as of right now; he was the only one who could still understand the brooding mare through their bond, and that reason was enough for December to spare him her wrath. She lashed her tail out irritably, searching across the Grove's lake for any sign of the white wings and golden skin of her prince. Upon finding nothing she snorted, stomping a hoof and finally deciding to simply call for him. She let out a soft, yet precise whinny, it hitching in the middle and coming out as distorted, causing her to swear beneath her breath. She was about ready to scream.
Not sure if her broken call had reached out far enough, or if it even sounded remotely like her, she opted to also attempt and call his name: "Iykael'Me! Iykael'Me! I'e eed'ne ou'ye!" She coughed hard, hoping that perhaps if she cleared her throat or coughed long enough, the sudden jumbling in her voice would miraculously vanish, and she would be able to lull her lover to her with seductive tones and loving whispers. But alas, it was to no avail, and thus she was stuck impatiently pacing, and waiting for him to hopefully approach out of sheer curiosity. She would need some intense hate fucking from him after this entire ordeal.
December's a little grumpy... I'm sorry lol @Miykael
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11-11-2016, 03:17 AM
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11-11-2016, 01:30 PM
December It wasn't long until he came through the trees that heavily littered the sanctuary, and a look of relief/joy spread across her complexion as she ran to meet him, lovingly kissing his cheek and bringing her chest to his as she always did. They fit together like two pieces of a puzzle. His musk was nearly overwhelming, and it was leaving her frazzled mind in a tizzy where she was ready to jump his bones then and there. What stopped her was the sudden concern lacing his words, and reluctantly she pulled away to look into those beautiful blue orbs she had come to love so much. A spark of fire appeared in her own, and before she could stop herself she was lashing out, tail slapping her hips as she began to grumble irritably,"Is'The ucking'fe ick'pre ecided'de at'the it'e ould'we e'be un'fe o'te ive'ge others'e ifts'ge and'e urses'ce, and'e I 'e ended'e up'e etting'ge y'me ords'we ursed'ce y'be em'the." The more she went on the more her blood began to boil, causing Carl to shift mildly at her side in almost a warning to the dunskin to change the topic. The thoughts swirling in her mind were much more vulgar, and eventually the woolen beast brought his teeth to her side in the utmost gentleness, trying to bring her back down to Helovia. Her first response was to lash at him, to bring her hind foot to his face, but his words were quick to give her pause, Mik want you. See if okay first. Seeming satisfied with this, her large dome was soon shaking itself, her throat clearing as she turned to her beloved calmly. Of course he would be concerned, he always was, and that's what she loved so much about him. His unwavering desire to help others. Because of this trait he had broken her walls down and shown her that this life was worth loving; and she would't be who she was today without him. Her hair began to lay flat back on her withers, and her once burning eyes of steel were back to a cool warmth; as she rid herself of those angry thoughts and approached him. Her cheek was finding his and she was almost purring, nibbling at a stray bit of mane playfully as she murmured to him; trying her damnedest to still sound sexy,"origve'Fe e'me y'me ove'le, one'ne of'e at'the atters'me. at'whe atters'me ow'ne is'e us'e... ight're ow'ne and'e ight're ere'he... alone'e..." Her tone lifted at the end softly, eyes full of playful want as Carl took the hint and simply turned away to leave them to their disgusting activities. He didn't know how Miykael could be so tantalized by the musk coming from his bonded, and frankly what was so appealing about the opposite sex anyway? Nothing; they were gross like everyone else. Finally entirely alone, her lips were finding the spots she knew he so dearly loved her to toy with, leaving tender nips and kisses as her eyes never once left his. If she couldn't describe the burning desire she had for him through her words, then she would have to show him. As her hips began to sway she brought herself to his side, trailing her mouth along the delicate feathers of his wings and whispering sweet, although jumbled, which honestly made it sound like she was casting a voodoo curse on him, nothings into them. Batting those long lashes over her expressive eyes, an uncharacteristically girlish giggle left those ashen lips, it not as deep as it usually was. It caught her off guard, causing her to cough and look away almost embarrassed, before finally gaining her momentum back and deciding she would make her point even clearer. Lashing her tail against his shoulder as she moved in front of him, her teeth tugged as his mane hungrily, commanding as she always was before she stopped short of him, tail end resting precariously against his chest and her eyes telling him there would be no more talking. "Speech" {WC: PLEASE TAG ME IN ALL POSTS! Force is permitted aside from death or maiming | ||||||||||||
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