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Post by Lavender on Aug 23, 2011 4:04:09 GMT -5
•• NATIQUA.
Natiqua had been wandering for quite a while and hadn't met anyone yet. She longed for some company, she desperately needed some attention. Raising her head from the sandy soil beneath her, she pulled herself up from her hind legs and started to run. The cool morning breeze blowing in off the water rustled her long black forelock, carving her face as she accelerated her pace. Bobbing her head to keep up her fast gallop, her tail raised high into the sky as in a typical Arabian fashion. She was deep in thoughts, trying to the best of her abilities to show magical movements, to make them perfect. Long strands of black mane drifted around Natiqua's sight, the wind made them dance around the air. The mare released a call of her own, dripping of off her lips as sweet as honey - even sultry. She held her head and tail high, hiding the fact that she was scared and lonely.
Finally the ivory spotted mare stopped, the gorgeous mare stood tall, her nostrils sucked in the scent of other horses. Natiqua was excited to find a place that she might call home, the area was beautiful. She looked around and didn't see anyone that might had heard her earlier call, so she walked towards the beautiful, shimmering surface. The sounds of the forest behind her, it kind of scared her, the unknown sounds of foreign creatures. The waters almost lured her in, licking at her hocks when the water reached her knees. Though, Natiqua knew better, she knew that water was an insidious thing. A dangerous element to play with.
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Post by Toaster on Aug 23, 2011 23:32:05 GMT -5
 It wasn’t the first time that the large black stallion had invaded quite a ways into another herd’s territory, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. What could be the benefit of it, though? Especially when it was into such a desolate landscape. There were so many better places to be rather than this place. But Voltair felt that there were many benefits in his wandering. For one, he’d get plenty of exercise. And with his massive goals he had, that was very important. Another was the large selection of mares he could come across in his explorations.
His life did not revolve around females, no, but it was always a benefit to get his genes out there. Though his biggest drive when it came to the subject was breaking the spirit of the other horse. Very few things gave him as much joy.
Today, Voltair seemed to have gotten lucky. He had not even had to go looking for a female. Instead, all he had been doing was standing under a tree, half asleep, when a possible prize came galloping towards the pool of water mere yards from him. Immediately, his ears pricked forward, focus zerod in on the beauty that had practically been handed to him. It appeared as if she had not seen him yet.
With the mare turned off a little to the side, Voltair began making his way towards her. Surely she couldn’t miss him now. Perhaps he would have been better suited to just rushing up and taking what he wanted. But there was something oddly familiar about this horse, yet he could not place it just yet. Her familiarity caused him to stop in his tracks instead of pouncing. Head raised a little as he eyed her, filtering through names that came to mind. One seemed to stick more than others. “Nastiqua?”. That sounded right to him, and an evil glint came into his blue orbs. Oh, what fun this would be. |
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Post by Lavender on Aug 24, 2011 4:46:19 GMT -5
•• NATIQUA.
Her slender neck arched, reaching for the shimmering water's surface. The female's muzzle touching the waters in a tender way, stroking over it's surface before she took a few sips of the fresh water. Quenching her throat, it washed the burning feeling away. An ominous feeling crept into her, the wind rushing through the leaves produced the eerie requiem of dark angels, branches creaking in the forests. With a frantic gaze in her eyes, she looked over her shoulder, trying to find something that might encounter danger with them. Yet, nothing was seen.
Natiqua certainly didn't feel comfortable here.
A gasp hit her lungs, her eyes snapped open wide, nostrils flared when the familiar voice caressed her ears. Her ears roaring nervously around, thoughts racing through her mind, memories flashing for her eyes in a hasty tempo. Voices whispered, others screamed and shrieked. It sent shivers down her spine, lightning shocks through her whole body. And she knew that her past would always haunt her.
She struggled for oxygen. Inhale. Exhale. A deep inhalation was heard and the mare was brave enough to turn around now, facing a familiar brute. "Voltair" she said, in a deep, but feminine voice. The black swan took over now, a soft, dim sheen of red crossed her sight for a very brief moment.
A shock went through her body and her attitude changed before even Natiqua could blink with her eyes. The mare raised her slender neck, her mane dancing around her ears. A cold glance lit up in her eyes, her ears twitching backwards.
This would be an interesting meeting.
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Post by Toaster on Aug 24, 2011 17:03:40 GMT -5
He could practically feel the mare’s momentary panic radiating off of her hide. Just one word, her name, seemed to have been enough to send Nastiqua’s mind into a frenzy. Voltair found it a little amusing. Did she really have such negative memories of him that she’d panic at his presence, or was it something else? He liked to think it was her memory of him that had caused this. If she thought he’d been bad before, she’d be in for a shock at how bad he was now.
Not to many years ago, Voltair had been the rebel of his herd. Trouble always seemed to find him, or he always went looking for it. He’d been a handful for his parents to deal with. Tormenting his brother had been his favorite pass time back then, as well as getting under the skin of others. The memories of his past were very clear. And yes, he could even remember the day Nastiqua had been born. At the time, Voltair had been 4 years old, and he’d only stuck around about another year after the other’s birth, when she’d been just a yearling. But man, she’d sure grown into a fine mare. And, much to his glee, she seemed irritated. Good, he liked the feisty ones.
“Miss me?” he asked in an amused tone, already knowing the answer. It’s not as if he’d ever been that nice to her back in Covell. The mare’s body language suggested she wanted nothing to do with him, but that just made the black brute want to stay even more. By the end of this meeting, he planned to have her spirit broken. |
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Post by Lavender on Aug 25, 2011 13:56:17 GMT -5
•• NATIQUA.
A sinister grin formed around her lips, tilting her head as she slowly eyed the brute. Voltair hadn't changed... really. His face was familiar, one which would never be forgotten. Though, she couldn't remember everything from her younger years, when she first saw him. They never really had met, he must have heard of her when listening to the rumors.
And the memories started to come again. Her reaction to the familiar voice wasn't because of the equine itself, it was because of the memories, the past that she tried to forget.
"Seduce me!" he shouted while observing her magical, captivating movements. Perfect. No other words were needed, yet, he pushed her to the limit, going beyond boundaries. Natiqua moved forward, her head held high and her tail slightly raised in the calm air. She concentrated when encircling him, taking a glance at him with a teasing eye, and turning her gaze towards the horizon when her job was done. A victorious, sweet smile formed around her lips when the femme slowly walked towards him, she knew she had seduced him, he was captivated in her gaze. "You are perfect" the words seeped out of his mouth, so slowly. And Natiqua kept mulling them over as if she was tasting a fine wine. "No- No I'm not..."
The dainty mare felt the pain shooting through her body for just one moment, and her whole frame contorted. Yet, it went away as fast as it came. A red haze covered her sapphire blue eyes for a few seconds, and she stomped her hoof, it seemed to her that the sturdy soil shook underneath her strong pillars, but it was just an illusion. Rifts were engraved in her tiny, pearly hooves, sending pain through her bones, shivers down her spine. She grinded her hind teeth together, trying to suppress the immense pain that went through her bodice. Her heart raced as that from a frantic bird in her chest, beating in her throat.
With a gasp she returned to her original state, hearing Voltair's words. "Of course I missed you, Voltair" she said with the same, sinister smile formed around her lips. He probably wouldn't expect this, Voltair hadn't met the black swan yet. The stallion probably only would've seen the white swan, back then in Covell. She expected him to be surprised.
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Post by Toaster on Aug 26, 2011 23:22:26 GMT -5
The brute eyed the mare carefully, observing her every reaction. From the glint in her orbs to the stomp of her hoof. Briefly, he wondered what it meant. Though, just as suddenly, he asked himself why he even cared. This mare had been only a very small part of his life. Just a distant memory. What she was thinking was the least of his interests. The fact that he knew her many years ago wouldn’t get in his way of what he really wanted at the moment. The stallion had already hesitated enough when he’d stopped to see if it was really her. And, for him, catching up on what she’d been up to all these years was of little interest to him.
Head raised just the slightest, a snort was exhaled through his nostrils at her words, one of disbelief. He was very skeptical of what her answer had been. Miss him, of all horses? Nobody missed him. His father hadn’t missed him when he left, and neither did his brother. Nobody in Covell would stop to say they wanted Voltair back. Not even the few allies he’d made would say they missed the black beast. Sure, allies were good to have, but Voltair wasn’t dumb enough to think that they were friends. He had no friends and wanted none.
Nobody missed him.
This fact swept around in his mind for a few seconds, but no sadness or longing was felt. “And you honestly expect me to believe that?”. He most certainly didn’t. |
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Post by Lavender on Sept 27, 2011 14:31:42 GMT -5
•• NATIQUA.
The female felt his eyes gliding over her body, and she enjoyed it. The strange sparkle in her eyes began to shine brighter, and suddenly, she felt an odd, alluring pull towards Voltair. A sinister grin still adorned her head when she began to encircle the stallion, shivers went through her body and she could feel her dark side creeping onto her. The black swan spread it's wings inside of her. The game of love. Yet, somewhere far away at this moment in her mind, she knew her tricks wouldn't get to Voltair. It would only make it worse for her.
For once, she accepted the feeling, and it felt... satisfying. It was pleasant, in a way. A chuckle escaped from her maw, she could almost hear what he was thinking. Probably something along the lines of... why someone would miss such a beast. Well, the Black Swan had a very simple answer for this one - wicked lust.
"Yes, yes I do" she said, battering her long eyelashes at him in an innocent manner. Her attention trailed off to the water, staring at her reflection for a few, very brief seconds.
Her ebony coated frame, splashed with white formed in the ripples of the waters, so softly, so slightly. Yet the ripples drifted out, and a black swan with fiery red eyes took hold of her illusions. Holding her eyes closed for a moment, she tossed her head in an elegant way, her head looking over her shoulder, staring at the brute. And something in her gave the black stallion a playful blink with a wicked grin glued on her lips.
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Post by Toaster on Sept 27, 2011 15:14:56 GMT -5
Head tilted a little to the right as she moved around him, an almost bored look taking over his features. He often looked rather emotionless, and often times he truly was. Though there were also those times when he just didn’t like to give away what he was feeling. It gave him an edge in situations. If one couldn’t read his thoughts and expressions, one would never be able to predict his next move or words. Then again, there were the very few that somehow knew him to well for his own liking. And although they’d never conversed much before, Nastiqua was one of them. He guessed it was just because she knew nothing good ever came from him. So whatever he was thinking or feeling, it was rarely nice. At the moment, his head was filled with thoughts brought on by raging testosterone. The only reason he’d not yet thrown himself on top of her was because of the surprise that, out of all the horses in the lands, she had arrived. But he’d get what he wanted, whether she gave it to him willingly or not. Hopefully willingly, though. As much fun as raping was, Voltair was honestly a little tired of the same old thing.
"Yes, yes I do"
He rolled his eyes at that, thinking it complete bullshit. He couldn’t understand why anyone would miss him. He figured it was just more of her little games, though he decided to play a long a little. “Convince me” he said, moving up behind her as she gazed into the waters. His nostrils played at the dock of her tail and trailed down the back of her leg for a moment, taking in her lovely scent that caused him to become increasingly impatient. But, he did not mount. He wasn’t finished playing yet. Instead, he moved off to her left side just as she looked back at him. The brute took a snap at her face with his teeth, but purposefully missed by a few centimeters. No need to damage that pretty little head of hers.
NOTES: 
WORD COUNT: idk
MUSE: ok
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood
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Post by Lavender on Sept 28, 2011 9:01:16 GMT -5
•• NATIQUA.
Then, with a mischievous glance in her eyes she returned her gaze to the waters. The mare, colored with the colors of yin and yang, stared at her own reflection. Shivers went down her spine when she tried to suppress the dark force. Suddenly, the mirroring waters began to ripple and the black swan, staring at her from water's base, turned her head aside. Giving Natiqua a wicked grin before vanishing, and then, all she could see in the waters was invisible air. A ghost, her own reflection was gone.
Startled she lifted her head, her breath loud and changed into quick little huffs. Yet, she didn't want to show her anguish to the brute which still had his eyes glued on her body. She felt the warmth of his frame stroking over her belly, when he neared her. The words, seeping out of his maw and echoing in her mind were so simple, yet so difficult for Natiqua to understand them.
All of a sudden, she felt his teeth sliding down her cheek, but they didn't touch her face. The mare let it all pass her by, until she turned around and faced the stallion. Her tail stroking against his hocks in an elegant manner when the mare turned around on her hind legs with surprising suppleness. A smile was drawn from her maw "I'll convince you" she whispered softly and with a bittersweet tone in her voice, soft enough for Voltair to not understand them.
Defiant she walked a small circle around him once more, her hips swaying from left to right, softly touching his stomach or shoulders when passing him. Her silk tail was raised high into the air, in a typical Arabian fashion. She mumbled inaudible little words before she stopped next to his shoulder, nearly nipping on his cheek, the mare brought her lips to his ears. Whispering the soft words: "Have I convinced you, yet?"
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Post by Toaster on Sept 28, 2011 15:26:14 GMT -5
The mare turned and he watched her, eyes sliding over her slender body in a greedy manor. It was difficult to resist such an attractive specimen. But he did not move. No, he stood still as a statue, hooves planted firmly to the ground with that usual, expressionless look upon his face. The mare said something, but he did not catch the words and didn’t find himself caring to. All he wanted was for her to play along with his games, and to eventually have her to himself.
With every step she took around him, and with every touch she offered to his muscled frame, it was getting hard to resist giving into his desires. He shifted on his feet a little, clearly growing impatient and excited. His neck arched, scarred haunches shuddering for he could hardly contain himself now. It wasn’t always like him to loose his cool like this, but he couldn’t help it. It had been so long since a mare had gone along with all of this. Normally, it was run in, rape, and then run out. It had become a boring routine. Now was a different situation though, and he was thoroughly enjoying it.
"Have I convinced you, yet?"
The words were whispered to him, and he snorted in response. She had not convinced him of her missing him, as he suspected. Nobody could because nobody did. However, she had convinced him that she would indeed be suitable to carry his spawn. Then again, there was always the possibility that she was merely playing tricks on him. Whether that was true or not wouldn’t matter to him, however. He’d get what he wanted come hell or high water. Without so much as a word, he took a few steps back until he was behind her. There was no time for her to escape in case it all had just been a game of hers, for he’d raised his large frame on top of her, muscled neck stretching out for his teeth to grab firmly and harshly to her withers as he planted his seed.
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WORD COUNT: idk
MUSE: ok
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood
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Post by Lavender on Sept 30, 2011 16:52:03 GMT -5
•• NATIQUA.
Her eyes were wide open, staring directly in front of her. The waters formed into strange sculptures, trees whispering to her. The fire burning inside of her, burning fiercely in her gaze. She gave into it.
"What happened with you?!" he shouted, running over to the mare and blocking her way, the stallion was afraid of her, frightened. The mare could see it in his eyes. She closed her eyes shut thight, and then with a wicked grin glued on her face, a sotto laughter and an eerie whispering "A swan is born."
Pain grew stronger, wind became colder, screams echoed in her mind. Pain lit up in her eyes once again. Unholy requiems were heard, all kinds of images flashed for her eyes. Breath hot, flanks quivering and legs trembling. Her back hollowed, and then her eyes widened. A shock going through her whole bodice as if hit by lightning. The crystalline sapphire blue returned, the air was calm again, the storm was lost.
And then she snapped out of it, a shock was sent through her whole bodice. Shivers still creeping down her spine, fire burning inside of her. Mixed feelings, how could one even feel so much emotions at the same time? Though, the mare remained calm. "I hope you enjoyed it" she whispered in an sultry voice, giving him one last, wicked smile before she dissolved in the mist.
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