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Post by Hudsdale on Aug 21, 2011 10:09:45 GMT -5
Baelquisani was not new to the roaming stallion. No, in fact he knew it quite well. He'd been residing here for months, actually. It was a beautiful place (like that mattered to Cy) and it was usually filled with mares seeking safety. There was nothing Cy thought of more than becoming a king, but somehow he was always drawn here and forced to dispose of his ambitions when a pretty piece of tail trotted by. His libido was perhaps one of the strongest in the land, though it never seemed that way to those he met - he hid it quite well.
On the other hand, meeting up with the opposite sex was also one of his least favorite things to do. They were so... incompetent. He couldn't have a single conversation with one without getting either bored or angry a minute into their meeting. They couldn't follow simple instructions, they couldn't make good decisions, they couldn't... The list went on and on. Cy was never sure how he could've been paired up with both an insatiable need to breed and such a heavy intolerability. The combination proved to be unbearable at times.
The dark-and-light stallion had just woken up this morning in a patch of tall grass and had begun grazing for his breakfast. Who knew what today would bring. Hopefully a mare... Hopefully not a mare...
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Post by Toaster on Aug 21, 2011 19:28:35 GMT -5
It had been six months since the wandering mare had last seen her homeland, and she still had yet to return. It might have been for the best, though. Covell had never seemed like the right fit for her, and she’d booked it out of there as soon as she’d hit her third year and had only returned for a short visit once since then. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty enough, as was required in Covell, but the religion of her kin was just something she never had been able to grasp. For so long she’d had it pounded into her head that there was some great being that had blessed her and the herd, but Mashka had never really been able to take all that religious stuff seriously. And besides, she liked to believe that she was the only ‘blessed’ one around. The rest of the horses could go frolic off a cliff for all she cared.
High on herself? Yes, yes she was. And it was the fact that she was so full of herself that had kept her going on all her little adventures, and now brought her to the land of Baelquisani. Everywhere else had queens and kings to chase her out of their territories. But here she could have free reign and do whatever she pleased. And one of her favorite pastimes? Teasing stallions. This morning, it seemed as if she’d found the perfect one.
There were many ways that the mare could approach a stallion. Most of the time she’d have fun practically throwing herself at one right off the bat, but that was only fun when she could take them by surprise. Here, in this expanse of grasses and in broad daylight, another approach seemed necessary. And so, in a relaxed state that seemed abnormal for her, she slowly strolled towards her newfound plaything. The stunning blue eyes that seemed to run in her family avoided any contact with the male's own, attempting to make it appear as if she had not noticed him or did not care of his presence. Merely fifteen feet from him, she halted and lowered her head into the fairly tall grass to take a munch of the luscious green substance that grew all around. Perhaps he’d take the bate and approach.
NOTES: N/A WORD COUNT: 382
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Post by Hudsdale on Aug 23, 2011 21:25:40 GMT -5
As if on queue, Cy spotted the very thing he both detested and wanted most.
The red, white, and black beauty's attempts at temptation were not lost on Cy. He knew feminine wiles like the bottom of his hoof. Playing hard-to-get was a less common tactic, though he knew it well. In fact, it was a staple of his own behaviors toward the opposite sex. It was usually a fairly successful action.
The stallion's better judgement told him to stay right where he was and leave the mare alone. However, how often could a male listen to such a voice when tail like that came knockin'? Cy's head pounded as he fought himself. He stopped chewing, too caught up in his own thoughts to remember how to masticate. This wasn't a normal feeling for the stallion. Ordinarily, he could control himself quite well. Now, he felt like a yearling - unable to comprehend what was going on. Cy raised his head and pulled himself back into a state of composure whilst managing not to be too obvious about it.
Blank blue eyes glanced her way. Cy scolded himself for succumbing to such infantile games. He raised and stomped a hoof into the ground before addressing her. "Mighty fine day we have here..." His voice was thick as ever, almost echoing across to her. It wasn't powerful in volume so much as it was in rich tone. It seemed to lower an octave: "Wouldn't you say?"
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Post by Toaster on Aug 24, 2011 0:26:26 GMT -5
The slight sound of the male’s munching had stopped. Score one goes to Mashka. She’d gotten him distracted. It was just to easy. It almost made her want to burst out laughing. But, she contained herself like an expert would and continued to slowly eat away at the grasses and swish her tail in his direction as if to direct more of her scent towards him. Besides that, all she had to do was stand there and look gorgeous for a few seconds longer, and she’d hook him even more.
As if on queue, the stallion spoke. Mashka raised her dramatically blazed head, a slightly seductive look in her blue orbs as she looked at him. Silently, she thanked her ancestors for gracing her with such looks, otherwise this whole game would be much, much more difficult. “Indeed it is. And it seems to have gotten much nicer now that I’ve found some company” she batted her eyes slowly twice, the hint of a smile appearing.
With the flick of her black tail, she slowly made her way towards the male. “I can’t even tell you how long it’s been since I’ve seen another horse. It seems like it’s been weeks”. Though it may have been hard to believe considering there were many horses in these lands, she sounded completely and utterly sincere with her words, and a little saddened with them.
NOTES: N/A WORD COUNT: n/a
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Post by Hudsdale on Aug 24, 2011 20:52:12 GMT -5
There it was - the look. With a flash of her deceptive, sapphire eyes, Cy remembered where his allegiances lay. His mind was always to trump his body when it came to decisions relating to the opposite sex... Unfortunately, his decisions weren't always as absolute as he would like. In this case though, Cy knew the position to take. He'd be nice... But not too nice. After all, it was his fault that they were speaking.
As her femininity exuded from her serpent's tongue, Cy smirked, his eyes a bit narrow. False compliments now... Yeah. He knew how it went.
This mare must've been used to a lot of attention. She was pulling out all the stops. From what he could tell, she'd probably been speaking to another horse just hours before meeting him, or the like. He had to hand it to her though - she knew how to wrangle them in. He'd fallen for it, hadn't he?
"I can hardly believe that, honey. You look like you have to swat others away like flies," his voice grumbled. It swelled with every syllable directed at her, groaning its way through to the last word.
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Post by Toaster on Aug 24, 2011 21:52:30 GMT -5
The pace at which this meeting was going felt gruelingly slow, even if she had only arrived mere minutes before. Normally, she’d be able to stand the pace for quite some time. Today, however, she found her patience was lacking, especially considering she suddenly realized that this stallion was no idiot. Damn it. And she’d been hoping he’d have a thick head, or an overdriven drive to mate. She was hoping he’d of tried to go at her already, just so she could kick him where it counts and trot off laughing. That’s how it had always gone. It was quite a miracle that she had yet to meet a truly dangerous stallion that had taken her games to the next level.
Mashka wasn’t sure how to take his words. Should she take them as a compliment? She felt much more like just letting out her frustration now. It was difficult not to just pin her ears back and take a nice hard bite at his hide, but she passed that self control test with flying colors and opted to keep her game going for a little longer. Why though? There must have been plenty of other stallions out there who would take all of her trickery. But no, she stayed. It could have been the fact that this one in particular was devilishly handsome that kept her around. Yet even that would only hold her interest for so long.
“You would be surprised. I honestly haven’t seen another soul in quite some time” she said softly, taking a few steps past the male before halting, facing away from him. Eyes stared off into the distance for a moment as if she were in deep thought, a calm look coming over her features. “Perhaps it’s for the better, though. You just cant trust anyone these days, you know?” Her head turned to look at him as she spoke.
NOTES: N/A WORD COUNT: n/a
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Post by Hudsdale on Aug 28, 2011 11:49:47 GMT -5
Cy's mind groaned. He detested boring conversations. Something interesting needed to happen.
How could he liven up the conversation? Should he play into her game and shower her with praises as he seemed to be leading up to? Should he throw his head in the air and trot away with disinterest? Should he...
No. Only a foolish, lust-ridden colt would try such a tactic. No, Cy had class. He had to be in pretty desperate times for such an option to have merit in his mind. That wasn't to say he'd never done it. Cy had had some hard times in his life...
"You don't say..." he mumbled, his rumbling voice a bit throaty. Cy's attention span seemed lower than usual. This mare truly was one of the most picture perfect he'd ever seen. Best not to pass up the chance. Cy lifted his one dark hoof and began to round her. Perhaps the action would give her a little of what she wanted - attention - whilst also denying her the pleasure of turning him down so quickly. She seemed the type to revel in a stallion's demise. He wouldn't give her that chance. Cy knew the game much better than she did, for sure.
"Tell me doll, what do they call you?" Cy's blue eyes looked almost drooped under uninterested brows.
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