Thoxic
Yearling
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Post by Thoxic on Sept 29, 2011 8:00:36 GMT -5
I S I S It covered the ground like a thin crisp blanket. The snow wasn't deep here, were the trees protected the ground, it was just a thin surface that made the ground barely white against her black coat. The raven-like coat she whore was thickened by the winter, but you could still see a sheen in it, a blue sheen that not many horses had, most black horses usually faded a bit to brown in the light. She didn't. her coloring was simple, just pure black with a blaze, three coronets and three parallel stripes on one back legs, the result of some scarring, so the feathering on that hoof was partially white also. She was a pretty lady, and she knew it, but she rarely took advantage of it.
She shook her head for a moment, throwing the long mane around her for a bit, before it laid down on one side of her neck, and her forelock placing itself between her eyes. This was actually one of the moments when she missed her brother and sister, they had such a weird connection to eachother. She was sister to both Osiris and Sati, but the two of them wasn't related at all. It was strange, but it had always worked for them. In a lone moment like this, she would really have enjoyed their company, teasing with Osiris and flirting with stallions with Sati. But alas, it was only Isis now, where the other two were, she didn't know, they could be anywhere. And she was here, in a cold, crisp white forest with the frost trickling over the trees stems, like a glittering ice world. It wasn't that often that she had seen such a scenery, and it would probably be long, if all, before she forgot it.
The crisp sound of her hooves breaking through the snows surface made her black ears flicker for a bit, a heavy sound reached her ears for every step. But her steps weren't that heavy, it sounded like someone else was nearby, she doubted that she alone could make so heavy sounds. She stopped, just to see if she better could hear the heavy sounds, and indeed, she could. It was calm steps, that's why they had melted in so good with her own, and that's why she had thought for a moment that they had been her own hoof beats. But this sounded much heavier than her, she knew it was a horse, there weren't a predator or stag or whatever other animal that could be big enough to make a sound as heavy as that. Looking around her with those black opal eyes of her, she couldn't see anything yet, but whoever it was, he or she was near. But with every moment that went by, the sounds got bigger, heavier, closer.
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Post by Toaster on Sept 29, 2011 17:17:42 GMT -5
You could see his breath. With every exhale, warm steam blew from his large nostrils. He looked left, then right, brown eyes scanning the thick forest around him for any signs of a certain individual. He had no luck. The only hint that they’d ever even been there was from the small hoof prints left embedded in the thin layer of snow. His own covered them, at least three times the size. The tracks had gone on for some time now, and he’d had no luck finding the owner. But the scent! The scent is what got him. Pure, feminine fragrance lingering in the air. It drew him on, refusing to let him stop in his search.
Thick, muscled neck turned, his nose nearly jamming into the trunk of a tree in the process. He snorted, thinking the trees much to close together for his own comfort. He let the near collision of his face to bark fade, though, and peered back at his brother off behind him. The other brute was older, but it was Donovan that usually lead such escapades, his raging hormones yet to be satisfied. They had tracked females a couple times before, making it a completion of sorts to see whom could win her over first… neither of them ever won, though. In their boisterous adventures, they usually scared the female off. This time, he was sure would be different. It had been so long since he’d felt the warmth of a female. The thought of having one close to him, giving into him, made him shudder with delight. He was growing impatient. “Hey, hurry it up back there, will ya? Your short, slow ass isn’t helping my needs!” he grunted at his brother, huge, muscled frame just barely making it between two trees. The black brute wasn’t usually one to go gallivanting off into such crowded woods as this, but he couldn’t blame himself for chasing his desires.
Looking forward again just in time not to ram right into a tree, he swerved off to the side, hoof prints overtaking the little ones that were already there. His footfall was loud, even on the cushioned, snowy ground below him. And he was hot. Sweat dripped down his scarred shoulders. Despite it being winter, it wasn’t anything like the lands in which he’d grown up in. He was used to the harsh territory of Quul, not the forests of Winril. Heat got trapped between the mighty trees, much of it unable to escape between the thick branches far overhead, and seeped into his thick hide instead. And although it may have been freezing to someone more petite than he, Donovan’s frame wasn’t used to this place. No matter though, for the faint sound of a smaller horse in the snow caught his attention. Ears shot straight forward, and his pace quickened a few notches. And then… there she was! Finally he’d found her! Her coat was simple, but man oh man was she beautiful. And not to mention her scent! Oh yes, she’d do just fine. “Hey, Dom! Look what I found!” he called over his shoulder to his brother, sure he wasn’t far behind.
His eyes landed back on the specimen in front of him. Thick muscles rippled beneath his ebony hide as he took a few steps around her, head held high and short tail lashing out at his flanks. He took in the sight of her with greedy eyes, wanting nothing more than to feel her under him. He said nothing to her, though, not one to do the sweet talking.
NOTES: lol he's a perv. WORD COUNT: idk MUSE: good VOICE: coming soon!
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Post by Xenan on Sept 30, 2011 2:03:35 GMT -5
He couldn’t much say he cared too much for traveling behind his brother. All he could see ahead of him was his giant, black ass. Wrinkling his nose, rich brown eyes looked around instead, only to be restricted in his motions by the trees standing so closely together. At two inches over eighteen hands, just two inches shorter- but no less muscular- than his brother, the range he could turn his thick neck was rather slim. Normally, Dom preferred to walk beside his brother, or at least out beside his flank, but the space between the trees simply did not allow for it. As it was, the pure black beast was partially glad he wasn’t leading, because Donovan was making it easy to choose his path. Anywhere his younger, but thicker, brute of a brother fit, Dominik would fit easier. Simply the way it was. Where Don was thicker and bulkier (and slower), Dom was slimmer and sleeker in muscle and despite his size and mass, was faster too. The pair shared a father, and though Dom was a year older, had been close ever since Don was born. They had done much together; exploring, play-wrestling, competing, and even finding trouble. Both black studs still carried scars from the day when, young and foolish, they had happened upon a lone boar. Thinking it was funny, and funny-looking, the brothers together had teased and taunted the wild pig until it grew angry enough to unleash its fury. Little had they known how vicious those cretins could be. Lesson learned not to underestimate something just because it was smaller and different.
The snagging of his long mane getting caught in the brush as he’d passed was enough to bring him out of his trance. Eyeing his brother as he moved on ahead, ever so focused in his search, Dom stopped to disentangle himself from the thicket. He snorted when he freed himself, only to become snagged again when he’d accidentally backed up into another bush, thorns pricking the backs of his legs and tugging at his tail, which was quite a bit longer than his brother’s. Ears flattening, he lifted a rear hoof to forcefully kick at the bush and moved on, finally free from the clingy bushes. ”Hey, hurry it up back there, will ya?” He heard Dom saying from several feet ahead. ”Your short, slow ass isn’t helping my needs.” The statement earned a roll of his eyes and a short scoff from him, even as it brought on the lightest of smirks to one corner of his ebon lips. ”Might be two whole inches shorter than you, bro, but you’re one to talk about slow.” He retorted good-naturedly, secretly entertained by the steam emitting from his mouth as he spoke. Yes, he knew damn well what ’needs’ his brother spoke of. Such was the exact reason they were currently trekking through such a dense forest. Catching up to the bulker brute, he lifted his nose high in the air taking in the very perfume that had so caught his younger brother’s attention. Oh yes, Dom loved that scent just as much, and would just as well seek it out as Don was, though he particularly didn’t revolve his life around ’getting some’. Would he pass up the chance? Hell no! And that was just the reason the sleeker black steed was joining him now as he tended to do anyway. This was the way the studs worked, after all. Find mares, flirt their ways around them, then see who won her over the quickest. It’d been a routine they’d delighted in ever since becoming of an age to desire such things. Don was bolder, Dom was smoother, but both were definitely competitive.
As he walked behind Donovan’s heavily rounded rump, the stallion lowered his head a bit toward the frosted ground, seeking out the much-smaller hoof prints that survived the overtaking of Don’s heavier footfall. Ears perked up as his curiosity swelled; would this female look as good as she smelled? Dominik tossed his head back up to its proud height once more, smile curving his lips upward as he began to get just as excited as his kin. He only wished it were a bit cooler out, as both drafty brujo were used to, coming from the tundras of Quul. A muscle twitched over the stallion’s shoulder as his sweat trickled down the black fur, tickling him a bit and furthering his overall sensitivity in his current state. He knew they were getting closer, and even sought to reach his skull around his brother’s larger frame to get a peek, but pulled back just in time to avoid the coming of a tree trunk. Flaring his nostrils, he began a sort of bouncy walk in his growing impatience. He mumbled, ”Can’t you walk any faster?” But wasn’t sure his brother even paid attention to his words as the other finally broke through to the area where the trees stood just a bit further apart, allowing more room for the massive beasts‘ arrival. ”Hey Dom! Look what I found!” His brother exclaimed over his shoulder to him, a bit loud he thought. Dominik grunted a bit ”Yeah.. Trying..” as he impatiently inserted his nose between his brother’s thick haunches and a tree, shoving a bit so as to move around him. Finally able to see, he stopped short as he took in the sight of a gorgeous black mare, dashed with just a little white upon her face and on all of her feet. Dom looked her straight in her opalescent eyes as his brother began his rounds, slowly perusing her. As usual, his larger brother said nothing, which was perfectly fine by him. Instantly pasting a charming smile on his handsome black face, he addressed her. ”Hullo there, m’lady. Bit cold out to be traveling all alone, eh?” Sure, maybe it wasn’t all that cold to the heavy stallions, but it certainly could be for one of her stature and build. Arching his thickly muscled neck and tucking his chin closer to his broad breastplate so that his eyes were more of-level with hers, his rich brown gaze gave her a quick once-over before he added to his words a smoother and more deep tone. ”Especially one as beautiful as you.”
OOC: bleh.. crapness.. VOICE: Dominic Purcell[/size][/color]
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Thoxic
Yearling
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Post by Thoxic on Sept 30, 2011 7:01:41 GMT -5
I S I S The heavy steps stopped after a couple of minutes, and she turned around, cause the sound had not come from right ahead. The sight of two black brutes, each of them at least three hands higher than she was, made her think what the hell of a mess this would turn out into. They seemed to have followed her for a bit, because behind them she could see their hoofprints tracing hers for as long as she could see between the trees. Had they been stalking her? The thought made her bit together hard for a moment, sure she loves to flirt, but stallions following her track, especially two enormous brutes like this, that could be dangerous, for her. It wasn't like she could do much of a scratch at them anyways, but maybe she could psyche them out a little, she knew how to do that. A smile was now marking her lips, barely noticeable, it was very faint. She heard the stallions talk to each other, she couldn't be sure of course, but they were probably brothers. They looked alike, except one was little bigger, and the smaller one had definitely more length to the tail and mane.
Eying the two stallions, she wasn't surprised when one started to walk around her, his heavy steps made the ground shiver for a second under her hooves. The other one, the one with longer mane and tail, also walked towards her, but he seemed to be more polite, because he actually talked to her and said hello. What a difference there could be between two brothers, she wondered who was the oldest one, the polite? Or the brute that seemed to be ready to jump her ass in a second. Okay, she knew that she smelled good, a strong, sweet scent that mixed together with her own, usual feminine smell, but that was not a reason to jump her. While almost ignoring the stallion circling her, her black opal eyes was fixed on the other one, and eying him, she saw how the two was alike, but still different, like her and Osiris. The one in front of her had a long mane and tail, about the same as hers. Her tail trickled down on the grown, dragging on it a little bit, it would get shorter during spring, but at the moment, it was at it's longest, and the mane too. Fun thing, a hairy mare had met and equally hairy stallion. It almost made her laugh, but she kept it to a smile. "Oh look here... Isn't it the gentlemen Big and Bigger?" She couldn't keep herself from saying that, it was just too obvious.
Giving the other, bigger stallion a glance, she let her tail sweep over her sides and flanks, not to be mean, but to show that he better keep his distance. She wasn't big enough to really fight them, but if anyone of them tried anything without her consent, even they would hurt after a kick at their jaws or stomach. Now, she wasn't mean, she was a flirty mare that loved stallions, it was just that this situation made her a bit uncomfortable for the moment, she didn't like the big stallions fixation, if he just stopped, this would be much more fun. "It's not cold when you have brute breathing over your ass." She was saying that loud enough so that the big stallion would hear it, but her eyes and her smile, was pointed at the other one."
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Post by Toaster on Sept 30, 2011 17:07:00 GMT -5
He didn’t bother to hear his brother’s words. They simply went in through one ear and out the other, forgotten about within mere seconds of them being spoke. The large brute was to focused on getting himself some tail today. Call him horny, or perverted or what have you, and he wouldn’t even bother to deny it. The stallion was young, at only four. And, just like many four year old males, he was very much focused on getting himself pretty ladies. He didn’t much care for the outcome of foals at this point, or even keeping the females for very long, especially if they turned out pregnant. He was definitely the type to get what he wanted and leave them hanging. But he could claim that he did have respect for the opposite sex at the same time. If one was in trouble, he’d always help. If one was sad, he’d comfort them. And if one wanted absolutely nothing to do with him… he’d push her until he finally got the message.
The only way Donovan knew the other brute was so close behind was by the little shove he gave when they finally broke into a less dense section of the forest. Thank god! He thought he was about to suffocate in the thickness of it all. He snorted at his brother, which didn’t really help his growing impatience for when he breathed air back in, the female’s scent filled his senses once again. He grunted, able to circle around the mare now that the forest had gotten thin enough for him to move more comfortably. There was a certain bounce in his step as he came around her, only stopping a yard or so behind the mare as his brother spoke. This was how it usually went. Donovan wasn’t one for smooth talking. No, he was more of a physical being. And so, it was always Dominik whom upheld most of the conversations.
As his brother talked her up, Don took a couple steps towards the female’s rump, stretching out his thick, muscled neck until his nose was right at her tail, almost close enough to touch her but not quite, becoming much to excited. It would have been easy to jump her, and it certainly was not easy to resist it. But, his dam had taught him better than that, and so he contained his desperate urges for now. When she flicked her tail, he jerked his head back and backed up a few paces, glancing at his brother with an annoyed expression upon his face as if to tell him to hurry the fuck up, though there wasn’t much his brother could do about the mare’s decisions. But Don felt he needed to blame someone for her first rejection.
With another grunt, he walked around the mare until he was by his brother’s side, making sure to stand just a few inches closer to the mare than he, for it gave him some feeling of power over the situation.
NOTES: lol he's a perv. WORD COUNT: idk MUSE: good VOICE: coming soon!
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Post by Xenan on Oct 1, 2011 22:34:32 GMT -5
She’d totally missed his suave line and charming smiles, much too distracted- understandably- by his larger brother plodding around and lingering at her rump. He could have laughed aloud as she thwacked him with her tail, and found it even harder not to laugh at the accusing glare he received from Donovan at her warning. As if it was his fault. Dom settled instead for an amused smirk, and the lightest of shakes of his head. The big, black stallion suddenly had the urge to chide him, but refrained from doing so, knowing that Don would not appreciate the gesture in the presence of their lady friend. When the mare spoke, practically chiding the mammoth-sized steed behind her herself, he could not contain a light chuckle that time. Tossing his head and giving Don a pointed look, he spoke. ”You’ll have to excuse his frankness. He’s a bit of a barbarian when it comes to a female in heat.” His head lifted high and proud, his tone was full of amusement and even an underlying layer of love for the brute. He was his brother, after all. Dominik gave a good-natured grin as the younger stud grunted and finally resigned to coming to stand beside him in front of the mare. ”See, now that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He chuckled again, and the breeze helped him look at his kin’s face by blowing his thick, wavy forelock out of his eye. Now smirking smugly, he jabbed again. ”You know, you might just say a few words to the lady if ya want her attention.”
Snickering a bit, Dominik pranced sideways away from the brute a few paces in case he decided to retaliate in a physical manner, his grin widening as his chin tucked in toward his chest, muscles flexing as his neck arched. His black mane was long, thick, and wavy, and bounced with his motions as he began a slow passaging trot around the female, being sure to keep a respectful distance. Off to her right, he said. ”Name’s Dominik. He can introduce himself.” He smirked again, moving in such a way that would show off his powerfully rippling muscles beneath a glossy black pelt if she happened to turn her head to watch. To avoid dancing right into a tree, he had to slow himself and step closer to the mare’s voluptuous, black derriere, and Dom could not keep from getting a good look at it, turning his head slightly toward her with nares flared as he inhaled her delicious perfume. Unlike his brother, however, he didn’t linger and continued his circle around her with brown eyes taking in every dip and curve of her frame. Damn she was hot, and he would love to have a piece of her. He knew Don would too. How could they not? As young stallions with fully functioning hormones and the scent of her tantalizing both studs, they’d be considered crazy to ignore an opportunity like this. But again, unlike his brother, Dom was patient and respectful, and Don’s “needs” were at a higher imbalance as of the present moment. The taller brute’s testosterone level was quite obviously through the roof, and Dom knew the other wanted this mare much more than he did in his current state. So, he would just have to prolong the situation, prime the mare for their advances, and then see who she chose.
As always, the mare’s choice would always be respected in the end, as neither were such callous brutes as to simply ’take’ what they wanted, when they wanted it. That was the joy of flirting and competition! To see who the mare would put aside her tail for in the end. And hell, even if she did choose his brother over him, he’d still stand waiting just to see if she’d take him on too. Perhaps it should bother him that after breeding with Don, she would no longer be as pure. Many a stallion would refuse a mare even so much as touched by another brute. But not these brothers. It was simply an act of nature to them. Sure, it’d make it a lot harder to presume the father should she get pregnant, but in all honesty neither of them really thought about the foals they may or may not have spawned. For the time being, it was more about lust and procreation than it was about starting a family. Dom himself had a hard time keeping interest in females once he’d “had” them. It was always fun to flirt and see how far he could push before he got what he wanted, but after he’d gotten it his interest simply died. He didn’t really know the reasoning beyond that except that perhaps it was simply that no mare had really stood out to him as of yet. Sometimes, he felt bad for screwing and then leaving, his chivalrous attitude considering the mares’ feelings. What if they did become pregnant by him? What was he supposed to do then? Was it right to stay and stand by something and someone he didn’t truly care deeply for? Personally, Dom had yet to figure out which way was worse, so he did what he thought best and removed himself from the picture. The colossal stud had no true interest in finding one femme to settle down with, so he thought it better to leave and allow them to have the chance to find someone who did. Didn’t mean he couldn't lay claim to what he did want. Did it? Well hell, if he could get it, he’d take it and that’s all there was to it.
Clearing his thoughts as he came round to the black mare’s left shoulder, Dominik paused in his circle to reach his muzzle out and very gently touched her there, breathing in her scent and then blowing warm air back onto her sleek, albeit fuzzy with winter growth, pelt. Pulling back again, he nodded his head as though in agreement with his own thoughts. She would definitely do nicely. ”Very beautiful indeed.” He murmered absently, his tone soft. ”So, sweet..” Louder this time. ”What calling do you answer by? He was just beginning to lose control of his patience, though he still supposed he was better off than his brother. Moving around behind his brother, Dominik sidled back into his starting position, long tail flicking to his left flank, the skin there shuddering with his thoughts trailing back to what either stallion may be receiving this night. Ears alert, Dom’s rich brown gaze shifted once to his brother’s façade again before returning to the mare before them. He nearly smiled at the thought of what she must be thinking, confronted by such large brutes, two against one. Though she seemed to be taking things in stride.
OOC: meh… not too fond of this, but the brothers make me laugh xD VOICE: Dominic Purcell[/size][/color]
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Thoxic
Yearling
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Post by Thoxic on Oct 2, 2011 10:32:03 GMT -5
I S I S In the same fashion as earlier, she kept an eye on both brutes, especially the bigger one since he seemed to be ridden by impatience. For her, there were no more doubt, those two were brothers and they seemed close to each other, one with manors and one acting like he had never had some tail before. The little clearing they stood in was almost free of trees since the trees were standing so far from each other here that it left a big nice open space around them. Since the big brute now had ventured back to stand on his brothers side, the stallion with more manors did take a turn around her, and she felt... Well, what could she say? Like an amusement object for stallions. It often felt like that when she was in heat, the stallions became fixated with one thought. For that one moment when the stallion came to her rear, and she could really hear him draw his lungs full of her sweet scent, the stallion, Dominik, puzzled her for the moment. His chivalry was nice for a change, but he also had a feeling of impatience, as if the hormones raged him almost as much as his brother. But he was at least polite about it.
When Dominik returned to his place beside his brother, a smile was upon her lips as she lifted her tail just a nudge as she started to walk around them, inspecting their asses just as good as they had been at hers. Oh, she could be a teasing bitch just as much as any maneating more out there, and that was exactly what she was doing at the moment. Sizing them up like they were pieces of meat, like she was trying to decide which one that would be the best for her needs. At every turn around them, almost every step, she made sure that her tail flickered against their skin just enough to leave a faint trail of her scent on them, and her muzzle touched them here, and there. On their shoulders, on their flanks, and even though she was smaller then them, many would get the feeling that she was as big as them, cause she had an attitude and self confidence that could have belonged to a mare 18 hand tall, just as well as her 16 handed frame. The muscle that moved under her skin was firm and agile, and tensed like she was ready to play tag with the both stallion, but she was beautiful, as the cross of breeds in her had meant her to be, both in color and shape. If they liked her beauty in there mere winter coat, they would cheer for her on the summer, when her coat would gleam like sapphires and her mane flow like silk. But she didn't think of herself as ugly now either, oh no, that was clear when she almost stroked herself against Donovan's side first, then behind their rumps, and then Dominik's side, and up to their heads, making sure that they got a good look. Oh yeah, she could strut her ass and show them all, but it was up to her in the end if she wanted any of them.
When she was standing with her side towards them, just a few meter in front of them, she looked straight at them with a smile, even though she had to look up a bit, but it didn't matter, she was at the upper hand anyways. "My name is Isis." Her name sounded at first, well, like ice, like ice and frost and the deep chills of the mountains, but at the same time is was as warm as the warm sky of the land she was born in. "And now guys, I know what you want, but the question is... Who do I want?" That seductive, sensual voice of her was clear as silverbells and as soft as the flicker of the butterfly's wings. She had not said that she would take any of them, merely asked which of them who would be the better choice if she actually did, and her teasing had not been without purpose. She had done this play many times, but never chose a single stallion, why would it be different this time? She wasn't dumb, she knew that if she let anyone of them have it, the chances of anyone of them staying to even look at their daughter or son, was so minimal that it didn't existed, so why would she do it? In the middle of the winter like this, the foal would be born in winter also, and she was not that likely to survive if she was alone, and few Kings would give their consent to take in a mare that bore the seed of another stallion, she didn't know of anyone, although the rumors of the kings reputation traveled wide all over the country. Why would she put herself in that situation of those stallions were just to hit and run?
Word count: Idk.. Notes: Crappy >.> But fun
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Post by Toaster on Oct 3, 2011 16:28:25 GMT -5
Don glared at his brother, wondering why in the hell he was speaking to him in such a way in front of their lady friend. He didn’t like it at all. Though, he supposed it was all for the competition. All to make himself appear better and Don to appear less desirable. Nevertheless, Donovan felt the other was playing dirty. But at the same time, his brother also spoke the truth. He was a bit of a barbarian at times like this. That wasn’t to say he took kindly to the other brute’s words though. But everything else his brother said just pissed him off. With every word, Don’s ears seem to go back farther and farther, a displeased look upon his face. He felt the sudden urge to bite his kin, just to show him how pissed off he’d made him. Before he could, however, he was prancing away and out of his reach. Donovan could tell he was trying to impressive the female with his elegant movements, movements Don himself hardly possessed.
“Donovan” he grunted out, turning his head to look off into the forest instead of at his brother or the mare, as if looking at the two now so close would send him over the edge. Perhaps his temperament didn’t sit well with many mares, and he wouldn’t be surprised if this one was no different. Don was not nearly as charming as his older sibling, and mares always seemed to favor the charmer. He suddenly felt disinterested in the encounter, feeling as if it was all over for him already. Next time, he vowed, he’d go off in search of a female on his own. No charismatic brother to compete with. He felt overshadowed in his presence, even if he was larger and more bold than the other. Somehow, though, he knew that just wouldn’t happen. In the end, he always turned out to competitive to ditch. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder if there was a quicker and easier screw than this somewhere off in the forest.
The only thing that brought his attention back to where he was, was his brother coming back beside him. He didn’t look at him, though, and instead focused back on the mare. She was circling them, and Don couldn’t help but reach out his muzzle towards her as she came by him, breathing in her scent. She touched him several times. And although she’d done the same to his brother, he couldn’t help but hope maybe he was still in the running. He shifted upon massive hooves, wanting to follow her as she walked behind them. He wanted to be as close to her as possible. Contain yourself he thought, desperately trying to calm himself in his frenzied state.
He didn’t hear her name, nor cared to. It’s not like he’d remember it later. What he did hear, however, was her next words. This is when he finally glanced at his brother again, the tiniest of smirks forming. He still felt as if Dominik had the upper hand on the situation, but there was the tiniest glimmer of hope he’d get some, too. And if not… well, he’d reluctantly accept her choice. He could always go off and take out his frustrations on a tree or something.
NOTES: lol he's a perv. WORD COUNT: idk MUSE: good VOICE: coming soon!
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Post by Xenan on Nov 1, 2011 17:49:39 GMT -5
He knew he was pissing off his brother. Hell, anything that should come between him and what he sought after most, would piss off the larger brute. But while it was more than amusing to Dominik, he didn't truly want tension between them. Normally, such a thing would not be likely, or at least it wouldn't have lasted long if it did. However, Dom knew his brother well; his moods, his body language, the looks crossing his facial features that would slip the notice of anyone, other than him. Yes, having been spent the better part of four years with the big, bulky male, he knew him quite well, and he knew that at the present moment, with his little brother in his current state of desperation, he was barely hanging on to control. So, he made a decision- a hard one, but a decision no less.
Standing there, proud and handsome next to his brother who stood two inches taller, he was surprised and pleased when the little black mare began her own circling of the two of them. It was as though she was trying to proclaim that she wasn't the only one on display here this day. He grinned in delight, but struggled for indifference as she came around him second, grazing her muzzle across his fuzzy hide. When she came round to stand in front of them, looking up at the two much larger brutes with her beautiful side facing them, Dom would do no less than look her in the eye. Fortunately for her, and for Donovan's control, her rear end was closer to him, than his brother. This made his decision all the harder to hold onto, but then he'd always had more restraint than that of the male standing beside him. Granted, he wasn't always any better in behavior than Don, but he was at least much more polite about it. All the same, he stood there in silence, ears pricked forward as she spoke her piece. The last bit about who she would choose, with her voice clearly added with extra silk that was probably driving his brother mad, had him itching to continue the game, but instead he merely shifted from one forefoot to the other, and back. "It's a great pleasure to make your acquaintance, Isis." He said to her in his natural tone, which still always managed to come off smooth and charming, and then he noticed out the corner of his eye the way Donovan was now smirking at him. It just about had him laughing his ass off right here in the middle of the dense forest. Alas, he simply returned a mock-grin, as though he was still very much into the game. And now, at the moment where he would have laid it on thick for the mare, bettering his chances all the more, he kept his usual competitive comments to himself. Instead he merely spoke low in a deep and rumbling tone, just barely reaching nonchalance. "You'll find we are both fine choices, miss. Strong and sure. But as you've made your point: you are the one in control here." Sure, maybe that wasn't completely true, but then again, it was. All the same, he didn't really see the harm in letting her really believe that. With a small smile that held none of the real charm that he could surely lay into it, Dom danced a bit more, and in doing so, purposely-on-accident had stepped back a couple of paces, leaving his brother to be closer to the femme.
OOC: LOL... that's all I gotta say xD VOICE: Dominic Purcell[/size][/color]
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