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Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign
He stood, like so many times before, at the World's Edge. He was alone, except for the distant crash of waves against the white rock face far below, the cries of a few night-haunting gulls, the gentle breeze and, of course, the stark, bright stars, and their shepherd the Moon. She sat thin and beautiful, high in the sky, soothing the eyes of ragged mortals and allowing them and their strained world to cool off. Her silver light bathed the dark world, and Mauja lifted his regal head towards it, soaking it up. Out here in the open he shone, shimmering in the moon rays. The dark spots on his alabaster coat seemed insignificant, spots of midnight that disappeared in the soft glow. However, while of the same dark hue, the raven feathers seemed somehow more prominent, still retaining their slight blue cast even though the moon edged them in silver. The proud, tired monarch's eyes fluttered open, drinking in the moon; it was reflected in his eyes, full in his pupil, hemmed in by the winter-cold of his irises. It covered the darkness the same way cataracts did, but instead of being a dull gray, it was shifting and silver.
Moon-touched, he mused silently, watching the sliver of moon even as the soft breeze hugged him and the shadows seemed to stretch out longingly towards him. A lone gull cried over the sea. His world smell of brine and sea weed, as ever. So far the Sun hadn't managed to dry up the sea; Mauja gave the notion a humorless smile, and returned to peering over the edge at the waves breaking far below. It was long drop, and you'd be lucky - or unlucky, depending on your purpose in falling - to miss the scattered rocks that clung to the cliff rising up from the deeps. Behind him, his tail twisted, striking his sides and hocks. Another gull cried, and he saw a white-lit form drift over the sea's surface before being swallowed by the night. "Mauja the Moontouched," he hummed softly to himself, then grimaced. Moon-mad, more like it, if Aylin was to be believed. Moonblind. He snorted, alone in the dark, missing the fog that normally hid this precipice from prying eyes. The unwary, who knew not the land, had often found their hooves trying to settle on air, and had either fallen to their demise, managed to scrabble back, or had the luck of having someone with them, who hauled them back to safety.
Or pushed them.
He knew his own coastline so well, that he feared not to tread the edge even in the darkest of nights, knee-deep in thick fog. Now, though, it lay bared, less dangerous in its visibility. Still the King perched so close to its edge, hind hooves planted deep under his body to keep his balance even when he lowered his head to peer down. He knew he was playing with fire each time he came here, frosty hooves mere inches from a certain death, but his entire life seemed to revolve around that one saying. He was even doing it with Deimos, and it had gotten him burned a couple of times, but not enough to put him off it. He never did it to mock the ash-gray stallion, only to try and breathe some warmth back into him. Patience, he chided himself, hauling his head up higher again and restoring his balance, all hooves planted firmly among the rocks. Behind him his twisted, stunted forest rose, bare-branched and desperate. It was like living in a graveyard already, even if you didn't take a trip to the burned face of it. Mauja let out another sigh. They seemed almost eerie when edged in silver, like so many horns thrust towards the dark sky, screaming out their silent plea for water and shade. He pitied them, and the inability to help them tore at him. Patience. That was all he had. The only thing he could do. Be patient. He was tired of it, and the fact that he had nothing else to do but be patient had slowly started to drag him beneath the surface. Powerless. He could only wait, and see if he and his herd would live or die. And he could do nothing about it, nothing to influence it.
Growling, he pawed at a few loose rocks, but the motion was hollow and gave him no satisfaction.
( herdmate bonding times? 8D )
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The burnt earth moaned beneath cloven and battered hooves. The breeze picked up as the red form of d'Artagnan neared the cliff edges. He seemed to be doing this more often, wandering around in the light of his beloved Moon Goddess. She who had blessed him with the power to heal. Black remains of the stunted trees flicked up into the swirling air and scattered themselves across the ground and latching onto his weathered aging coat. He forgot his age sometimes, years seemed to pass without him noticing. Younger generations blossomed before him and the story of the great d'Artagnan the war stallion seemed to of hit the bland rocks. The slow moving world was slowly eating away at his patience. The stallion just hoped his sanity remained intact for long enough to see him to his end. But he was not that old yet! Although the term 'old boy' became more appropriate day by day. He sighed and wandered out of the battered forest to roam up to his favourite spot by the Edge of the cliffs.
d'Art was surprised to find Mauja there, stood rather precariously close to the brink. Frowning at the pale figure of his King, the crimson stag wondered what he was doing. Dancing with death? Well, we all did it didn't we? The King's very own Doctor had felt death's doors calling his name from time to time. It did wonders for the heart. But he was too important to be falling off a cliff anytime soon. It wasn't exactly a spectacular way to end ones life, a broken heap at the bottom of a raging ocean. Especially for a King.
Quiet were his hooves as he moved in closer to his majesty before stopping a respectable distance from him. His mind considered the situation for a moment before a low chuckle rippled from his maw "are you going to jump or would you like me to push?" He jibed fondly at his King. Even King Mauja the Frostheart was younger than he, but d'Artagnan did admit he acted older than his years. He moved his sooty legs once again and walked up to the edge to stare at what awaited below. It wasn't pleasant although d'Art entertained the thought of pushing a few equine or pegasus off. Especially the ones he had met recently. He wondered if Mauja had thought the same from time to time. The frost King did not seem so quick tempered as he but who knew what ran through that bothered mind of his.
d'Artagnan sighed into the air as it ruffled his mane and drank in the Goddess's light. It was... Peaceful here. No burnt trees or stuffy desert, just the endless ocean and them. Time seemed to stand still. Too still.
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Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign
He'd grown still again, like a statue some God had carelessly thrown down to earth to perch here, staring out at the sea, as if waiting for someone, something. His pale eyes were fixed on the horizon, body rigid, unmoving except for the faint breeze which stirred his mane and tail, tugging at the pale strands and drawing them out towards the sea. Lost in contemplation he likely would've have heard d'Artagnan's approach, but the wind brought the Doctor's scent to him. For half a heartbeat, it bothered him, to have his solitude broken - but that was a useless thought, and as quickly as it had come, it fell away. d'Artagnan was a trusted member, a friend, someone he desperately wanted to be able to trust in, yet never fully dared. He didn't know which it was he didn't want to risk; the herd's safety, or his own heart? These days it seemed like Mauja would rather push someone aside to spare himself the potential pain, but... There was one he could not push aside, his own blood, Snö. From one point of view, his Achilles' heel. From another, his daughter. Would any of his unseen enemies be vile enough to use her against him?
And if they did, what would he do?
The Doctor chuckled behind him, and his ears flicked back, drinking in the rich voice. A grin split Mauja's face, but he didn't turn to face the Doctor just yet. Instead, he proffered him a splendid view of his backside, some loose rocks flying off the edge when he moved, disappearing soundlessly into the blue void below. "Do me the honors, will you?" he responded, twitching his tail once. There was nothing beneath his lowered muzzle, just empty space - and far below, water, waves rolling in relentlessly. One day when he was long gone the sea would conquer the land and nothing would remain. He guessed he was glad he'd be dead when it happened, so he wouldn't have to see his precious cliff defeated. Mauja hovered there a moment longer, caught in the mock sketch, then snorted loudly and pulled his head up. He doubted d'Artagnan actually would push him, but best not tempt fate, hm? Sturdy, frost-covered hooves moved backwards, taking the body with them, until he stood at a safer distance from the brink, and nearly beside d'Artagnan. A warm smile played on his face, a fondness in his eyes, as he drank in the Moon Doctor's appearance. The rich red seemed muted without the sun to light it up, and through his glass horns the sky became distorted, a myriad of tiny lights stretched out to strange proportions. The heat was affecting them all, but he seemed to be holding up well enough.
"Tasteless jokes aside... I'm not about to leap off a cliff and die. It'd just be horribly counterproductive." He grimaced. Death was nothing he wished for, so why was he flirting with it all the time? Did he want to be a martyr, a masochist? Die for some stupid reason just because he couldn't help it? No! Mauja wanted to live, bring something great to pass, and he could hardly plot the rise of the unicorns from his grave - unless someone resurrected him... .. he came to the conclusion that his issue stemmed from a sorely misguided sense of being immortal, indestructible. "And I'm not going to let Deimos steal my soul either," he added after a small pause, tossing it in there for good measure. Kou had nearly flipped when he'd touched him, and the King had no desire to let the news that he'd touched him again reach her. The latest time, Deimos had warned him off by giving him a taste of his powers. He'd probably be more cautious the next time he met the beast. "So how's it hanging, Doctor?" On a whim, the King leaned in closer, giving d'Artagnan a playful, but sort of rough, shove with his shoulder. They weren't close enough to the edge for it to be dangerous, but he was tired of being serious, tired of holding everything in, keeping the mask on; he didn't need to release it by a bloodbath, he could just.. let the control slip, feel a little young again, rub shoulders with a friend and rant his ears off about idiots. Or something.
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Lotus
The earthern maiden had been quiet of late. The devastation of the lands had triggered a fleeing response in her – it was unusual for the normally bold madame to ever shirk away from her duties. Shame did roll about her darkened form, and she felt herself unworthy of the warrior’s rank she had claimed upon her first trekking on these lands. The Frozen Arch had offered itself to her, its cool embrace surprisingly comforting – and she hadn’t been without fellow unicorn company there. Ulrik, she remembered, clutching to the happiness thoughts of him brought, he had kept her company, he had shown her his magic in those frostbitten lands.
And now she walked, spying the brokenness of her homeland. Dirk prowled by her side, his dark paws becoming all the darker amongst the ashy dust that now lined most of the herdland. Lotus cried for the trees that had fallen, her heart aching at the ruin that was now her home. But what could she have done, anyway? Would her presence have made any difference against the Sun Lord? Even from her travels the stench of burning forest had distracted her, called her home. Dirk mewed softly, feeling the same sorrow that his bonded did, his gangly form slowly filling out. Though he was a domestic breed, he was leaner and fitter due to being born and raised a wildcat, he only had to jog a few paces here and there to keep stride with his beloved horned mistress.
Unwittingly she had stumbled across a conversation, the dark night stilling the sounds any birds might have filled the otherwise oppressive silence. Their deep voices travelled through the broken trees, familiarity causing the maiden to continue on with her walk, so that her path might bring her upon their physical forms. Dirk, always feeling better sitting atop his bonded’s withers, easily leapt the fourteen hands and two inches, his tight muscles bunching and coiling, before releasing at just the right moment to enable to action. His claws dug into her mane, a sensation she was used to, evidenced by the small scratches that littered her back from him. They no longer stung, but now caused her a strange, masochistic pleasure.
“Gentlemen,” sweet, melodic tones dripped from her maw like honey leaking from a bee hive. Dirk was purring from his perch, inspired by the comfortable feelings emanating from the mare to in turn, feel comfortable. “It is good to see you.” Though the mare had been inspired by Ulrik in her recent turn to be racist, she did still hold some respect for her King and Doctor. They were, after all, the two stallions whom she knew the longest here. Nodding her tiara, she probably promoted more of her magical scent to permeate the general surrounds, but her abilities were forgotten by her, for now. A sign tumbled out of her maw, as she cast her hazel gaze out over the dark depths of the ocean that stretched across the horizon, beyond the edge of the Edge.
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07-30-2012, 03:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 07-30-2012, 03:29 PM by d'Artagnan.)
d'Artagnan laughed even louder at his King's response as he stepped away from its edge. Did he actually think I'd push him off?! He narrowed his eyes at him for a moment, then shrugged it off. Maybe Kingship is getting to him his thoughts were jovial. The red felt a great loyalty to the spotted stallion, maybe one day his King would trust him fully. The rocks shifted beneath his cloven hooves as he too stepped away from the edge and flicked an ear to listen to Mauja. "And I always wanted to throw someone off a cliff... Oh well" he jokingly sighed at his king. He always seemed too focused and distant these days, even a Monarch must relieve themselves now and then.
The mention of Deimos tweaked his attention more. It was his Nurse, Kou, who had ran upset to the Arch. It seemed Mauja had been tempting fate again by touching the elusive sod. d'Artagnan hadn't even met the brute yet and he didn't know whether he was intrigued or ticked off. However, it was Mauja after all who had decided to lock horns with him. d'Artagnan couldn't really say anything, the Doctor may have even been provoked to do the same as Mauja given the right situation. Can't have anyone getting above their standing now. Although it seemed his spotted majesty had done it off a whim, according to Kou. Whilst a good servant would probably advise caution next time, d'Artagnan decided not to comment on it. He seems to be brooding over it enough without my input, besides I'm not going to lecture my own King the red had no right. The only person who could lecture a King was his mother. d'Artagnan didn't quite fit the category. He smiled at his question and looked up to the stars as he bumped him back "the same old tedious tasks. Healing idiots, talking to idiots... I am grateful for your choice in my Nurse. Kou is-" d'Artagnan cut off at the approach of Lotus.
"Gentleman"
d'Artagnan looked grumpily at the warrior mare. It wasn't that he disliked her, it was the smell. Those silly flowers of hers always made him nervous. Although he was rather fond of her newly found companion. Why does she bother with those sickly plants... "Ahh Lotus... Dirk. Its been a while" he greeted her in friendship. It was true, the Doctor hadn't seen the femme in a while. In fact, the last time he saw her it was at the supremacy meeting held by Ulrik. d'Artagnan hadn't seen her at all during the Sun's untimely invasion. "I didn't see you during the Sun's invasion, I hope the two of you weren't injured in the plight" they didn't seem injured, but he felt it was polite to ask. The welfare of the herd was his responsibility after all.
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"You can toss Gossamer off for me," the King responded dryly, but he meant every single word. If d'Artagnan showed up tomorrow and told him Gossamer was rotting in the sea, Mauja would probably kiss him and dance around in joy. He'd spent the entire journey to the Veins trying to avoid carrying out all the thousand ways of killing her that he'd come up with, and then a great deal many hours on the way home scheming several more ways to do it. Kri, while a nuisance too, wasn't as bad - she just seemed plain suspicious. Gossamer, on the other hand, had just been stupid. It made him appreciate his Doctor so much more, and a genuine laugh escaped him when d'Artagnan bumped him back. Something so simple, and it felt so good! How was it even possible? But he'd had enough of questioning - himself, the moon, the sun, the world... So he didn't want to question this simple bit of joy, just enjoy it. Mirth sparkled in his eyes, heart yearning to open up completely, and he didn't hold it back. Only time would tell if his Doctor would disappear, like Psyche, or stay, as he so far had. He was tired of subconsciously pushing others aside.
His ears perked up as d'Artagnan mentioned Kou, and that she'd been a good choice. Mauja gave a hushed laugh, but broke off just as quickly when d'Artagnan did. The monarch's gaze swung around to the chocolate mare, and onto the cat perched upon her withers. It was growing, turning fluffier and larger. He liked it, actually, but wouldn't want a cat himself. At least, he didn't think so. He had no idea. As he always did, he drew in her scent, and like every other time, it brought that wave of.. something over him, an involuntary shudder. I should've learned by now, not do that around her. He'd seen her around Ulrik a lot as of late, so it was no wonder she carried faint traces of his scent, but.. gah! In resigned frustration he let his gaze glue itself to her, listening as the Doctor greeted her and Dirk, the cat. Thinking back on it, he'd never properly congratulated her.. at least, he thought so, and frowned ever so slightly. "Lotus," he hummed. It was true that she'd not shown up when the Sun came around, but he didn't fault her for it. Ulrik hadn't been there either, and he guessed they'd been someplace else... doing something else...
He gave himself a mental smack. If it had been a mortal invasion he would've roared at them for not coming to the Edge's defense, but under the circumstances it had probably been for the better that they hadn't. They seemed okay, both of them, no burns or singed hairs. "You're looking good," he said before he knew it was out of his mouth. He didn't falter, though, just tried to brush it over by keeping on talking, his voice smooth despite the confusion over what he'd just said. Previously he only had trouble keeping his eyes off her and his attention straight, very rarely had something robbed him of all control like that. "And Dirk, too. He's coming along nicely." And he smiled, a soft little smile - but if you knew him and knew him well, you'd see the tightness of it, the slightly dark shadow of frustration just behind his eyes. Mauja didn't like irrational things, especially not when they affected him in unpredictable ways. He liked Lotus, just not for the first fifteen minutes or so when meeting her. It unnerved him, and he could tell that it affected d'Artagnan too, and that neither of them was fond of it.
( woops, this sucked. sorry. xD )
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Lotus
It is with amusement that I note the discontentment that resonates within my Doctor's frame, he stiffens at my appearance, his sentence cut short (which I am sincerely sorry for, I was enjoying the smooth curl of his voice), his eyes roaming over my bodice critically, but the words he spoke were welcoming, at the very least. He speaks of my absence, which I feel a reflexive twitch of a single ear rotate one svelte lobe about my head, giving away very little as to the guilt that haunts me for that absence. But surely, it was better to be absent from such a horrible wreck of a moment, than to be present? To instead be in the company of a fellow herd mate, in lands where the climate was more accepting of our presences, than in lands that would be smote out of existence if the tyrant of a Sun God had his way? But our dear d'Artagnon's tones were not accusatory, rather they were asking after our wellbeing.
Dirk sounds a small mew before my own voice intones a gentle, polite response, my lips crafting a delicate curve to express my own wellbeing has indeed, not been injured. "I was fortunate enough to be within the clutches of the Steppe when from a distance, I saw the smoke rising from my herdland." Tones were appropriately depressed and glum as I spoke of the damage wrought upon these lands. The trees would heal, in time, I was sure, but it still pained me to see them fall so easily to the might of the Sun's fire. I was but a woodland nymph after all, such forests were the reason I had been drawn to the borders of the Edge, seeking a home, after my rushed, maddened journey across vast lands in order to escape my past confusions. So long, it felt, since I had even dwelt upon my pasts - I shall not fall back into the habit of it now.
The frostbitten Lord of our lands seemed welcoming, and yet, uncomfortable in his welcome. I was reminded then, of the magic which surrounded me, which leaked from the flowers that decorated my silken threads - I was immediately simultaneously satisfied, and saddened, as I realised this. It was a cursed magic, I had come to realise, for when it was not put to use as my bloodlines had originally dictated, it made me feel like I could never know whether those around me were genuinely pleased to see me, or whether they were merely trapped in the trance of my magic. But just as this stallion expertly covered his uncertainties, I did cover my own up, too. The smile upon my cocoa lips broadens, my eyes hold onto his own alluring gaze, and with ease my cloven feet bring me closer to him. Mauja may not enjoy the irrationalness of this moment, but I found myself thoroughly enjoying it. It was then that I made my decision; to see just how far my magic would push the controls of a stallion.
"And you, my King." I return the compliments with sultry ease, my voice more of a melodic hum, husky in its suggestive ways. Eyes the hue of the earth gleamed beneath my chocolate forelock, blinking behind thickly lashed lids slowly, purposefully. The ways in which my magic affected Mauja need not be so unpredictable - I wondered, if his nose were linger long enough this close to my flowered mane, if he would indeed follow its allure all the way to the Grove. There was only one way to test it.. I did not long for two stallions to join me at once, however, I remembered the bay Doctor was nearby also, but hopefully not as intoxicated as our sovereign. He did not seem the type to allow himself to be led by my mere scent to the Grove.. Perhaps as more time passed, I could learn to control him. My first conquer, however, would be my King.
"I wonder, m'Lord, if you might like to.. Come along nicely too?"
[Worst pick up line. Ever. ]
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"I don't hate the darkness. It was in the darkness.. That I was raised."
d'Artagnan watched as Mauja greeted Lotus and she in turn explained where she was when the invasion was happening. The red's posture still stiff from her magic flowers. I feel sorry for the stallions who meet her in battle he thought off handily and for a moment enjoyed the fact he was part of the same herd as her. d'Art could handle his sister's icy stares but this... This played with his nerves too much. He nodded his head to her in understanding, trying his best to keep under control. What he wasn't expecting was Mauja's rather blurted out statement.
The Doctor blinked for a few moments until the steed seemingly covered it up by offering the same compliment to Dirk. He flicked his eyes towards the frost King and looked at him in amusement. The femme had influenced them both pretty quickly but Mauja appeared to be slipping faster under her grasp. It was odd, to watch his own Monarch slowly fall under the spell of a mare. Even if this mare was Lotus. The blood red stallion watched for a little while longer until the warrior spoke this time.
"I wonder, m'Lord, if you might like to.. Come along nicely too?"
d'Artagnan nearly choked on the air, if that was even possible. It seemed Lotus had the King in her sight. He looked between the two, his face wildly amused and almost bursting with mirth. The whole situation was now rather awkward and d'Art let a low chortle burst from under his breath. "I think you two will keep better company without me hanging around" he struggled to contain himself. The normally serious d'Artagnan was nowhere to be seen. He continued half strangled chuckles as he turned and made his way back into the forests. Allowing his face to slip now it was unseen but keeping his voice calm. "Some other time Lotus... My King. I think I'll go see the Foothills Chieftess about a cliff" he half turned his head back to them, winking as he did so.
Have a good night.
The Doctor had to stop himself from running at breakneck speed into the wood.
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08-08-2012, 07:20 AM
(This post was last modified: 08-08-2012, 07:21 AM by Mauja.)
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Well, at least she'd been doing the sane thing and keeping out of the heat... And that was where sanity ended for Mauja. Lotus' gaze seemed to sharpen, zone in on him in a most disconcerting way - he felt like a meal, being evaluated for its tastiness before sinking the teeth into it. In silent protest he slapped his tail against his hocks, but what could that possibly amount to? Slapping his tail wouldn't make her eye him any other way! And that damnable scent... "And you, my King." Her voice had definitely taken on another quality now, almost a husky drawl, a smooth purr; it sent an involuntary shiver through him to be targeted in such a fashion, a conflict within. There was the beast and the mind, at odds about the best course of action. "I wonder, m'Lord, if you might like to.. Come along nicely too?" Beside him, d'Artagnan seemed to choke on something, nearly bursting into laughter. "Come along nice-? Lotus!" At first he'd just been mindlessly repeating what she'd been saying, but then it struck him like a sledgehammer in the head and he was left gaping, trying to find words. Somewhere deep inside he didn't mind, and that surprised him, but he somehow felt morally obliged to attempt to chastise her for her shameless flirting - not very convincingly, though... "That's, that.. that's inappropriate!" he finally managed to blurt out. And unfair! Coupled with the subtle sway of her body as she breathed, and the breeze touching her flowers and bringing their scent deep into his lungs, it was hard to not give in. He'd always been annoyingly aware of her feminine presence, but never in quite such a way - they'd never met quite so privately before, and she'd certainly never flirted with him before. Her lashes kept going down across her soft brown eyes, enchanting in their simple, slow motion.
Damn it!
And d'Artagnan wasn't making it better by helping them along in the flirtation process and then fleeing into the forest with the promise of seeing Gossamer about a cliff. Well, do! he thought helplessly as his ally fled, leaving him alone with a ridiculously captivating, frighteningly so, mare. When had this happened? When had he become such a puppet to his body, his urges? But it was so hard to ignore the sultry hunger in her gaze, the intensity of her presence, the smell of her body, the smell of her flowers, and the way it warmed his gut, seeping like poison through his blood. He couldn't ignore his rapid pulse, strong but fleet-footed in his veins, and its silent demand. Without meaning to, without knowing that he did, he stepped closer, one twitching step and then two, until he was close enough to touch her earth-colored body. She was short, but not unattractive - slender but not soft, not without strength, a feline, predatory grace. Some unclassified noise rumbled deep in his chest as he reached out to touch her wither, his own nerves taut; was she just playing? If she did... So close to the flowers, he couldn't help it any longer - he had no chance at all, so deeply drugged by her attractive magic. He took yet another step closer, pushing his broad white chest against hers, and without further ado tried to sweep Dirk off her back with his head. If he didn't want any witnesses as he succumbed to her desires, or simply didn't want an audience would probably remain unknown forever.
It looks I'm inappropriate too, was one of his last coherent thoughts before he mostly stopped thinking.
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Lotus
Victory.
It was sweet, beautiful. I watched as he relinquished his control. I watched as he became like putty in my metaphorical hands, willing to be shaped to my will, to do what I please with him, to have him do what I please to me. Yes, this was what I was born for, this is why my magic existed. I was a predator, an Amazon, a huntress, of males and their weak willed minds. It was thrilling to see my fantastic King reduced to this, to nothing more but his carnal urges and desires.
Our faithful Doctor leaves the scene, I care little for his amusement on the matter. Time will tell, d'Artagnon, I think, sparing only a momentary glance in his fleeing direction, pleased even that I had wished for his absence, and was given it. Our frosty King creeps closer, and I allow him to close the gap; surely this was his idea, not mine? That was all part of it; it is not I in control, but he, that is how he must see this. I feel his hot hide press against my own, I suppose I am surprised that such warmth can exist in such a wintry being. I spend no more than a second speculating this, however, for time has seemingly sped up, and I must maintain my control.
Dirk retreats even before Mauja's crown grazes my back, the guttural sound emanating from somewhere deep within him driving the young feline away. He slinks off into darkness, his own sooty hide blending with the flora smoothly, his presence never completely gone from me, but admittedly cast aside for now, my focus being not upon my companion at this moment.
Sensitive nares reach out, touching the spotted barrel of my Lord, my countenance shy - this is my first time practising such things after all - but my motion steady as I allow myself to drink his own scent. Though it has not the same effect mine bestows upon him, I further permit myself to embrace the masculinity of him, the testosterone, the sheer power of his rank and strong structure. Teeth flash from behind my chocolate lips, aiming to pinch skin between them, sensitive skin along the flanks of this beast, near where I am sure a flood of heat is rushing, and powerful urges are mounting. I think it is time we move this party elsewhere.
Like my companion would, I take on a feline grace, designing to press myself against him, my tail lingering beneath his nose, the smaller flowers in there releasing their intoxicating scent. I hoped the leonine shape of it would act as a rope would, that my scent would bring forth footsteps from him to follow in my trail with no more effort exerted from me besides ensuring my tail did not drop lower than his chest. A soft wuffle rolls from my maw, as I make a request of my King, before leading him towards the Grove that would give me everlasting proof of the control I had demonstrated over my liege.
"Do be gentle with me, my King."
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Mauja the Frozen Light Posts: 1,392
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How could he not give in? How could he not give up? He was, after all, a stallion. It lay in his blood to produce offspring, to have foals gallivanting around his legs and growing up strong and healthy - to have so many, that when the weak died, his brood did not thin noticeably. Lotus was a fine mare, loyal, smart, with her heart in the right place. She was finely featured, a huntress instead of a battle tank; she was warm, female, and something about her had his heart fluttering as he pressed against her warm chocolate body. The flowers in her mane smelled so sweetly, and the nip of her teeth sent another uncontrollable shudder through him. When had this happened? When had he given in, so easily? He liked to think that he had decided to give in, but it was questionable if he had. Most likely, his body had just said do it and he'd not had enough fortitude to stand against it. A husky growl rolled in his chest as he returned the attention, trying to gather up the skin of her back between his teeth. Perhaps there was a little too much force in his bite, a subconscious reprimand, or perhaps he simply liked it rough. If someone had asked him, he wouldn't have known.
She slipped away from him, coyly, but not shyly or with demeaning words. Her smooth form pressed against his side as she passed, leonine tail sliding under his head. The lotus flowers spilled their intoxicating scent deeper into his mind, tainting his every breath. Like a true marionette he put one frosted hoof in front of the other, dragged along like a willing young dog, eying her moving hips and leash-like tail with obvious want, need, but she was always one step ahead, out of the way. Could she be such a tease? A questioning rumble rolled in his chest, as he was mostly reduced to a beast beyond words, but even in his state of desire and arousal something intelligent remained in side. She seemed to be going somewhere, intent lacing her movements, and for a moment he paused to get his bearings.
South. They were heading south.. in more ways than one. She'd slipped ahead a few paces, and with a deep whuffle Mauja took a few steps of trot, catching up again. "Is this wise?" he asked stupidly of her, trying to rub his cheek against her flank. No matter what she responded he'd just believe her and keep tagging along, wouldn't he? Why else was he still there, by her side, not just following but trying to touch her still. How far off was the Grove? Could he break away if he wanted to? Did he want to? Most likely not. He did not have a legion of children running around, just the one, Snö, but that time with Psyche... He could not deny the pleasure of it, but - was Lotus truly heading there? "Is this what you want?" he murmured against her flank, muzzle trailing along her haunch, down to her thigh. Was it the smell of the flowers in her tail, or the smell of mare which kept him following her now?
Whatever was to come, wherever it was, unless she suddenly broke off her play, he had a feeling he would regret it in the morrow. The notion came, fleeting, and went just as fast. The morrow be damned. He could deal with it later.
( feel free to move them on to the Grove whenever you wish? xP )
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angels, they fell first, but I'm still here
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Is this wise? He asks me, and I only smile, leaning myself into his caresses, my tail lifting as the scent of my own season intermingled with the potent magic of my flowers, and I knew, there was no doubt now that I had him. Is this what you want? He asked another question, and a musical, light laughter bubbled forth from my lips. It was not mocking, but kind, accepting even, of his queries. I turned my bodice, brushing my maw against his own, blowing breaths over him, meaning clear in my hazel eyes.
"I've never been so sure of anything my entire life." I say, my sultry voice humming the words with ease, my nape arching as haunches flexed to carry us further south. I wait, only long enough to ensure he is with me, before my victory is truly sealed, and new life is planted.
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