Stress Relief [ Khalidah ]

[Tea]

Goddamn women! Novak snorted angrily, tossing his refined head as he stalked bitterly through the freelands. His ego had been derailed, upheaved by a pair of the most ridiculous young mares. He could never accept that he, Novak, King of Games and now King of Tjos could be so blatantly turned down. If he had been king then… Well the silly girls wouldn’t have walked off so easily. Why had he just stood there aimlessly anyways? Because of Aiden? He snapped at the nearest equine, sending the stranger skittering away in alarm. It reassured him a little, he was still scary, still capable of being the bitter asshole he knew and loved. Why had Aiden changed everything? He sighed, downright annoyed with himself that he had actually wanted to be a better stallion for her, and for her he was. For the rest of these goddamn pests though… No, Novak was still the beast. He would prove it to himself here and now.

His legs increased their speed, carrying him in a quick trot while his eyes, narrowed and concentrated, kept a look out for his to-be victim. It didn’t take long, he was after all in the freelands, unaccompanied mares swamped the place. Nonetheless he did have his standards, not just any mare would do. His eyes caught sight of a brindled coat, his memory was foggy, glazed over in a haze of anger, but he vaguely recalled rumors about a dark brindled mare. She was a lesbian or something silly like that, good enough for Novak; the act would be all the more traumatizing. He snuck up on the mare, she was tall, nearly as tall as himself, but no matter. He didn’t bother with toying with her mind; he instead went straight for the goods. Biting at her rump as if she had been the insolent mare to deny him and shoving her into a more ideal position. If she retaliated his ears didn’t hear her, they were pinned, flat out against his neck as he snarled at her. He was fired up, a raging machine driven by hormones and an ego.

OOC: I apparently can’t post short… at least for the start xD

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[Scarlette]

The mare had been wandering since the early, wet season of Spring; wandering to and fro, never truly staying in one spot for very long. Sure, she had heard the rumors that swirled about herself, but she merely shrugged them off. They could gossip all they wanted – no one would ever learn the truth behind her most darkest, and treasured, secret. That’s what she liked to believe, anyways; but who was she fooling? Eventually the truth would come out, either on its own or by force, and she would have to deal with the consequences. But that would be a matter for a different time...So she thought.

Dark eyes narrowed slightly as the distant sound of hooves reached her, coming closer at an alarming rate. Dark ears twisted, lying back against her black mane and brindled neck, as her lithe frame tensed. Everything had gone quiet. Too quiet for Khali’s liking, anyways. Just as her head began to turn to the right, the sharp pain of a nip blossomed on her rump, causing a sharp sound of disapproval to escape from her. She was shoved with a rather good amount of force, and her pretty face twisted into a snarl to match the one that was being directed towards her. “You are looking in the wrong place if you misplaced your personal whore,” she spat, a rear hoof coming up to throw out a kick, hoping to drive the offender away.

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[Tea]

Her words were lost on him, but the kick landed square on his chest, winded and pissed off he gritted his teeth against the throbbing pain. She would pay for that. “You want to play? We’ll play then.” He snarled, a bitter laugh escaping him as his feet danced about, he would be damned if she succeeded in winding him again. His head snapped forward, nostrils flared wildly as he continued to regain his breath, his teeth aimed to clamp down on the base of her tail. Not sure whether it was the base, or merely a tangle of hairs his mouth managed to clamp down on something, he tugged viciously. He wanted her to hurt, to hate and fear him, he wasn't just some frisky colt after all, he was Novak. A force to be reckoned with that had been subdued for far to long. Letting go unceremoniously he bit at her again, his breath was coming hard, but not due to over exertion just yet, he was excited, riled up by the thrill of the moment. He reared, lifting his bi-color body in an attempt to mount the brindle mare.

OOC: SHORT SHORT(s)

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