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03-19-2013, 05:20 PM
ooc: -facepalm- 1st person doesn't work... Also, if you'd like you can use magic on her. (THAT GOES FOR ANYONE WHO JOINS THIS THREAD!! <3)
With none of the answers she wanted, she let her ears flap against her gold neck. So wild, but so not free. She was trapped in a cage. A bird with a cat guarding the enter. She turned completely away from him. Her weight shifting as her ass faced him. "Bitch." Inky lips mumbled the word as she made no eye contact. Why should she be pleasant now? Yup, take me from my home. Bring to to a fucking cold wasteland. Not explain anything, and then ask me to be pleasant? She rested her hind left hoof on it's tip. She had requested answers, but none came. Freedom was out of the question, so what was next? Was she to wait for the punishment the Ice King granted to her? She had taken note as the aura of his personality changed. Warm, to the cold his horn had offered.
Strangely, she had craved things. She was a complex being with pockets and curves. Her personality had been thrown out of whack when her admirer had dropped off the face of the earth. She craved him though. The feel of his warm muzzle caressing her shoulder. Peace surrounding them in a bubble that only they could enter. She knew it wasn't just his touch. She needed the love of stallions to fall upon her gold coat. Never has she been do helpless. Never has she been so down or anxious. She didn't want to be confined to the headquarters this stallion held her to.
The cave didn't end infront of her. A devil's smile caressed her jaw. Mauja, being behind, most likely not see it. Anywho, with her current mood, she wanted to explore the cave. It was all she had, why not look and see? She knew his gaze was locked on her. She could feel his eyes burning holes in her. Her smirk slipped from her features. She walked forward. About three long walk strides later, she saw the end of the cave. Her bode bounced up and down as her walk quickened to a trot. Not a trot, but a prance. She danced her way to the back of the cave. She stopped abruptly at the end. Running her muzzle up the ice wall, she felt the cold stinging her muzzle, but the pain was favorable. The cave's roof was lower here, and if she reached her cranium high and extended her muzzle she could feel her whiskers slid over it's icy grip. Doing exactly that, her warm breath fogging the ice like glass. Snapping her neck into her, so famous, arch, she glanced at the ice. Bored again. Just being the little devil she was, she lifted her front right hoof high the landing it hard on the floor, swiping it back some then repeating. Her right side turning parallel with the wall. Swiveling her ears forward before her hoof striked the ground, then swiveling them slightly backwards as the noise rang through the cave. She knew the sound of the wind whistling at the entrance of the cave would muffle it to nothing.
She stopped her antics and stood quietly. The first time the mare had shut up or was completely quiet. She turned her cranium to the left, or to where the entrance of the cave was. Mauja was a white distorted figure. It was dark, and her gold pelt seemed black with the lighting. Not to mention she was were the sun's rays didn't shine into the cave. She stood in the shadows, half heartily wanting Mauja to come. Angora was a creature of only lust. Not much guilt coursed her body, but her mahogany tongue seemed to make other horses overwhelm with guilt. Somehow she knew this one was different. A different vibe had flown from his body.
With none of the answers she wanted, she let her ears flap against her gold neck. So wild, but so not free. She was trapped in a cage. A bird with a cat guarding the enter. She turned completely away from him. Her weight shifting as her ass faced him. "Bitch." Inky lips mumbled the word as she made no eye contact. Why should she be pleasant now? Yup, take me from my home. Bring to to a fucking cold wasteland. Not explain anything, and then ask me to be pleasant? She rested her hind left hoof on it's tip. She had requested answers, but none came. Freedom was out of the question, so what was next? Was she to wait for the punishment the Ice King granted to her? She had taken note as the aura of his personality changed. Warm, to the cold his horn had offered.
Strangely, she had craved things. She was a complex being with pockets and curves. Her personality had been thrown out of whack when her admirer had dropped off the face of the earth. She craved him though. The feel of his warm muzzle caressing her shoulder. Peace surrounding them in a bubble that only they could enter. She knew it wasn't just his touch. She needed the love of stallions to fall upon her gold coat. Never has she been do helpless. Never has she been so down or anxious. She didn't want to be confined to the headquarters this stallion held her to.
The cave didn't end infront of her. A devil's smile caressed her jaw. Mauja, being behind, most likely not see it. Anywho, with her current mood, she wanted to explore the cave. It was all she had, why not look and see? She knew his gaze was locked on her. She could feel his eyes burning holes in her. Her smirk slipped from her features. She walked forward. About three long walk strides later, she saw the end of the cave. Her bode bounced up and down as her walk quickened to a trot. Not a trot, but a prance. She danced her way to the back of the cave. She stopped abruptly at the end. Running her muzzle up the ice wall, she felt the cold stinging her muzzle, but the pain was favorable. The cave's roof was lower here, and if she reached her cranium high and extended her muzzle she could feel her whiskers slid over it's icy grip. Doing exactly that, her warm breath fogging the ice like glass. Snapping her neck into her, so famous, arch, she glanced at the ice. Bored again. Just being the little devil she was, she lifted her front right hoof high the landing it hard on the floor, swiping it back some then repeating. Her right side turning parallel with the wall. Swiveling her ears forward before her hoof striked the ground, then swiveling them slightly backwards as the noise rang through the cave. She knew the sound of the wind whistling at the entrance of the cave would muffle it to nothing.
She stopped her antics and stood quietly. The first time the mare had shut up or was completely quiet. She turned her cranium to the left, or to where the entrance of the cave was. Mauja was a white distorted figure. It was dark, and her gold pelt seemed black with the lighting. Not to mention she was were the sun's rays didn't shine into the cave. She stood in the shadows, half heartily wanting Mauja to come. Angora was a creature of only lust. Not much guilt coursed her body, but her mahogany tongue seemed to make other horses overwhelm with guilt. Somehow she knew this one was different. A different vibe had flown from his body.
