The sexiness in a turtle. [Mie]

[Snowfrost]

EZTLI.

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Well you see, two days without a fix can make someone... different from how they otherwise are when pleasured by said fix. And well, he'd never admit it but the King of the Mael was addicted to three things: Mares, control, and his happy fix. Eztli was without all three this morning, and it was obscuring the 'normality' of the stallion in ways which is father would certainly discipline him for. One look at the King from the eyes of one of his herd mares would certainly tell them something was up, and many would expect a harder 'game' than on other days... but to a mare from the outside of his home, he was just a strange stallion with an even stranger air about him. And he was needy. Very needy. And odd. An outside mare would certainly see that something was up. And something was. Eztli was craving what he could not locate in his labyrinth, and it upset him to no extent.

With winter being nearly half way here, the plants he always came to for relief were curling up and hiding from the world -- and more importantly, from the King himself. The large stallion raced through the winding walls and aisles of his home as he sought refuge in intoxication, but everywhere he went everything seemed to be dried up. Everyone within the herd knew that Winter wasn't just the hardest to endure because of the cold...

Snorting harshly, and breathing heavily as he worked his legs and muscles, Eztli bounded around the bends and turns as he desperately searched, eyes sunken and wild, breaths short and sharp. He couldn't find it, he couldn't find it -- it was all gone, all of it! It was driving him mad, and the stallion wasn't sure how long he could take it. The ground was taking brutal beatings with every step he took, his hooves crashing into the earth and imprinting it harder than ever, his movements quick and rushed. But he simply couldn't find it. It was all gone, all dried up.

Sighing, the large stallion skid to a halt and composed himself, although his body continued trembling. Where were his mares? He needed his mares, he needed their intoxication. Eztli was only able to make it through the winter because of his mares. He needed them. Searching wildly, eyes darting all around his maze, the stallion silently beckoned them all to line up for him. My mares, my mares -- where in the hell are my mares?!

His steps were hurried as he moved in place, side to side, almost lost in his own death trap. His mares had to be around here somewhere, he could smell them all around his home. He just needed one to come along so he could wreck her and feed this insatiable hunger. It wouldn't leave him alone. Stopping abruptly, the large overo half reared and roared to the skies, the sounds echoing through the walls of the maze. Where were his mares?!

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[Toaster]

Fat. That’s what the mare was. She felt bigger and slower than she ever had before in her three years of life. Her barrel, once so small and perfectly shaped, was now bulging in an uncomfortable fashion. While before her movements had been lithe and fluid, they were now more atoned to a waddle. Like duck or a turtle, or some other weird animal. Sometimes there were kicks coming at her from within, which was an odd sensation to the mare. At first, the small movements coming from the inside of her growing stomach had scared her senseless, for she’d never felt such things before. But, she was smart enough to figure out it was simply a growing foal within. A good sign, she hoped. This was what she’d been after for a while. Becoming a mother was the right thing for a mare to do, she’d always been taught. At least, when the foal was sired by a magnificent stallion. Lucky for her, she’d found that in a handsome draft a while back. Zephiathon had at first seemed unmotivated in her armature eyes, though in the end she’d hardly given him much of a choice but to sire her young. In the end, he’d ended up being exactly what she was looking for. Yet, here she was, some time later, without him. It was Miesque’s doing, though. She had felt that the brute probably had better things to do than follow her around. It made her feel a little hallow, for he’d grown on her during their short meeting. But it was for the best, she was sure. Yet she was so lonely now adays. It had been at least a week since her last meeting with another equine. A week of wandering in this endless maze of canyons. There was little food and water to be found, and the fear of predators lurking in the shadows around every unknown turn constantly plagued Mie’s mind. But here she was, hopelessly lost within the maze yet still alive and waddling. Somehow, the lone, inexperienced mare had survived by herself.

Chewing upon some dry, sad looking grass she’d plucked from the ground, she slowly ambled along. “So alone” she sighed out quietly into the silence. “So col-” the sound of hoof beats cut her off. Large, expressive eyes widened a little, ears pricking forward atop her head. She looked around herself in desperation, not being able to tell which direction the sound was coming from, for it echoed all around her. It was a frightening experience. Was this place playing tricks on her? Had she finally gone mental in this claustrophobic inducing place? She shrank back a little, her ears dropping back and her head lowering as she cowered a bit. And then, seemingly out of nowhere, some large brute came tearing around a corner, nearly running into her. She only barely backed out of the way in time, gasping. “Hey! Watch yourself, I‘m walking here!” she huffed at him, flicking her tail and glaring, though failing to appear that mad and not the least bit threatening.

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