Lunatic | kovarik

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LONER: someone who is or prefers to be alone, especially one who avoids the company of others: He was always a loner—no one knew him well.

Loner. It fit the white mare perfectly. Throughout her life she’d separated herself from others, perfectly happy leading a solitary existence. In many ways, the mare was a lot like her younger sister. Nereid had also been the kind to stand off all alone, in the shadows. Except she’d secretly welcomed and craved the company of others. Aoife, on the other hand, differed in that aspect. She didn’t crave anyone, and she avoided company like she would somehow catch a fatal disease from it. Sometimes being so solitary worked against her, though. The mare was of the adventures kind, and sought out many things that brought excitement. Most days, one could find her putting herself in perilous situations, high from the rush of danger. There were some days that she even purposely put herself in a predators path.

Today was not one of those days.

Today, Aoife was busy relaxing. It was a rather rare sight, seeing her lithe frame completely at ease under a tree. Her bright blue eyes were only half closed, sleep tugging at her as she struggled to fight it off. She would only allow herself to sleep when she was absolutely exhausted, and today she was not. She would only sleep wh- The sound of a twig hitting the ground, and she was springing to her feet, ears shooting straight forward and orbs wide as saucers. She was no fool. Being a lone mare had it’s disadvantages. There could be anything after her. Sure, she liked risky situations, but only when she willingly put herself in them. If she hadn’t planned it, she didn’t like it. And there was something out there. Looking around her, she stepped away from the small tree she had called shelter from the chilly breeze. Best not to be near anything that could allow something to hide behind, or could get in her way if an escape was needed.

But nothing came. Nothing sprang from the sparse foliage. With a little huff, she swished her tail at her flanks harshly, taking one last good look about her surroundings before gaining enough reassurance to lower her head to the ground to take a few munches of dried grass that grew from the ground. It wasn’t much, but it provided some source of substance. And Aoife wasn’t one to complain about it. But then it came again. The sound. Her head shot up again, held high and eyes and ears alert. Her legs were ready to bolt should something with sharp claws and teeth come running in. Though a good sniff of the air didnt suggest anything.

NOTES: first posts with new characters always suck, it seems XD but here it is. btw, her name is pronounced ee-fya.

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Energy. It coursed through him like a river of fire, the stallion’s blood singing and causing sweat to perspire over his ashen dark bay pelt. Nares flared so that he could bring in oxygen and expel his breaths again in a steady fashion. Hooves like daggers struck the sand in rapid-fire succession as he thundered over the terrain in full strides, muscles rippling like that of a disquieted ocean, and dust rose in waves behind and around him. The sand glued to the glossy sheen lathering his shoulders and sides, and his legs which effectively hid many of the scars marring an otherwise unmarked frame. Damn this desert leaving him nothing to take his anger out on! His fury had no real purpose, as it often did not. Kovarik simply hated this world he lived in with a passion so untamed it had no name. As long as he’d lived, throughout six years, he’d been an outcast. Even as a newborn colt, Kov had always been distant and quiet, his black eyes always burning with cold calculation. No one had known what to make of him, so they did their best to simply ignore him, hating him with scrupulous eyes and whispers they’d only thought he couldn’t hear. The other foals often had tried to ‘play’ with him, not capable of understanding why he wouldn’t want to engage them. Only once had that mistake been made. At around the age of seven months, the colt hadn’t been able to comprehend this play of theirs. If one wanted another beat, one must not simply pretend to strike the other, yes? It’d taken moments, short-lived minutes that the brute could no longer remember, to have the other whelp bleeding on the ground. Instantly, his sire rushed to beat him while everyone gathered round the other to see to him. When all was said and done, Kova was the one left in the sand, bruised and bloody. And bitter. No one gathered around him. No one saw to his well-being. He’d only proven he’d been stronger than the other, and he was to be scolded? Like it was his fault his pathetic excuse of a father and ‘king’ had only spawned starry-eyed weaklings.

Unlike the others, Kova did not learn emotions and kindness. He was filled instead with hatred and brutality. There was something dark and cold deep within him, reflecting deep within the stallion’s empty black eyes, easily seen by any and all who both dared and got the chance to take a peek within them. To do so was like staring into a dark abyss; a never-ending void just waiting to suck another’s soul right in through their depths. No one understood him, even now, and they never would. But then there had been Zira. Though he hadn’t paid much attention to her before his banishment at only two years spent within the herd, she had been the only one in his memory to actually look at him with something other than contempt in her large, brown eyes. Still, his focus had only ever remained on one goal throughout his childhood. To kill the loathsome beast who’d spawned him. Not for the crown; Kova couldn’t have cared less about such a worthless title, but just to prove that he could. Unfortunately, after two years of living on the edge, beaten and battered whenever his despicable bastard of a father felt the need, Kova couldn’t stand to hold back any longer. So he’d tried to carry out his sire’s death sentence early. And failed. Repeatedly. The sooty dark bay hellion had known he’d been making a mistake, but no longer could he stand back while his sire was allowed to live. Again and again he tried and failed, earning more of the scars now riddling his frame in various places, noticeable in some areas more than others. Initially, his sire had loved it when Kov fought him, because it’d given him a reason to put him down over and over and nothing delighted the brute more. Until the day that the younger brujo had just almost bested the older, and it was then he’d been banished..

Good riddance to them all. Kovarik left, made a true outcast, officially exiled to the point of no return without punishment of death. But that was only if they could beat him again first. The herd he’d been banished from lay in the desert just north of these lands known as Shahir, and Kova had spent much of the four years that had followed further north of the borders, growing and learning to better himself in anyway he could. He not only grew stronger and faster, he’d also lost more and more of his sanity, though the brute had no real way of determining this. Just recently, in a fit of boldness, Kova had made a dash across his former home- if one could even call it that- and laughed the entire way as he’d gone through without confrontation. Such weakness and foolery, it ceased to amaze him. And then he’d stumbled upon a much more desirable Zira, older and stronger and more beautiful. And the brute was equal parts in more control of himself around her as he’d been in less of it. He still was coming to terms with the way she made him feel, and the fact that he’d felt anything at all. But she was not on his mind this day. Countless things, undeterminable things, instead fleeted through his thoughts as he continued to run swiftly over the flat desert. He couldn’t recall how long he’d been in motion, but his lungs began that sweet and sour burn within his chest and finally he was forced to slow his pace. The cold winter breeze did nothing to cool his heated skin, blood boiling with unreleased power and fury that’d had him off galloping to begin with. Running only occasionally eased the burn, but not this day. Today he needed something else, and through his labored breathing a scent was brought to him just as his feet touched dry salt grass that still managed to rise from the earth. It was the sweet fragrance of a female, alone and ripe for the picking. Slowing further to a walk, Kova stepped forward and aiming for the small cluster of trees about a hundred yards ahead of him. Black eyes narrowing, the scar running cleanly over the right emphasized the menace playing over his façade.

Finally stepping close enough, the slightly stocky and sleekly muscled brute could peer through the low-hanging branches enough to make out a very white body laying in the shade. Already having his breathing controlled by now, his cold heart began to flutter to a quicker rhythm as his excitement grew. This would be perfect, if her scent and lovely coat were any indication, though Kova would not be pleased until he could see all of her. A twisted grin slowly curled his lips back humorlessly. He was not feeling very merciful today, and this mare would prove to be the perfect outlet. Careful to step quietly and keeping his breaths soft and silent, he dipped his head to peep through the best spot through the brush to get a better look at her. She was laying almost peacefully with her face turned away from him, her fall of white locks covering her neck and equally white tail fanning out over the grass behind her. Kova just about shivered with delight as he glanced down at the ground and back up through the foliage to watch her as he purposely placed one hoof down before him on a thin stick, giddy as it made a resounding snap in the silence and as she instantly leapt up to her feet at the sound. Holding perfectly still, he waited silently to add the suspense, trying valiantly to keep from laughing at her amusing startled appearance as she turned about with eyes wide, wisely stepping away from the tree she lay under and further away from where he stood, but only by a small shot. Muscle shuddered over his left shoulder, scarred by claws from a beast he’d provoked in the past, and another twitched over his flank as he waited as patiently as he could for her to settle again. Ears went back in his anxiety as she huffed and swished her tail, wafting her scent straight toward him again. Oh, so sweet. He would thoroughly enjoy this, but first, he was not done playing. The hellion stood by until she lowered her pretty head to lip up some of the dying grass, before he silently creeped around somewhere behind her. Still hidden, he stepped again on another twig and then, without any hesitation, moved quietly into her blind spot behind her any which way she turned. He was suddenly a few feet behind her, just out of reach so she could not kick him, though he wouldn’t care much if she did. Teeth bared in a vicious grin, head held high and neck arched he waited one single heartbeat before he said, ”Boo..” The single word was quiet, but in an otherwise quiet environment, it was loud enough. And then he was dancing with hind feet in place, fore feet lifting one and then the other. The scarred, dark bay brute was quite obviously pleased with his game, black eyes gleaming as he watched and waited, ready for any kind of retaliation.

OOC: Ending there sucked and was a little confusing.. -.- ehh.. sorreh bout that..
VOICE: Jeremy Irons as Scar w/ british accent Nother example, without singing
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You know that feeling you get when you’re being watched? That tingling that runs up and down your spine as your breaths begin to labor? Your heart pounds within your chest. You search and search for whomever has their greedy eye on you, but you cant find them. They are hidden somewhere. Somewhere you cant see. Yes, everyone knows the feeling. And Aoife had it. She picked her head up, body going rigid as the momentary panic set in. Someone was watching her.

"Boo"

She spun around, ears slapping back and a snort emitting. It came as a shock to see how close the other was to her. Almost close enough to touch, but not quite. How the hell had he snuck up on her? Immediately, her personal space felt invaded. How dare he get so close to her! He was obviously confident and brash though feelings aside, relief flooded through her when she found it was just another horse. No, she wasn’t happy to see him, but she was happy that no teeth or claws had latched onto her. He was just another pointless equine to stumble across. Most of her interest in the entire situation died. Her immediate impression of the dark brute was that he was daft, and immature. It was easy to tell that he wanted some form of reaction from her. But, all the white mare gave was a bored look as he danced in front of her. She was completely and utterly uninterested.

She turned then, walking off to another patch of sparse, dried grass to munch on. It didn’t taste that good, but she needed some form of nourishment and it provided a limited amount. Her frame, sleek and even a bit malnourished at this time of year, craved it. And it was better than speaking to some hyperactive stallion that seemed to yearn for her attention. She wasn’t very interested in giving it to him. Despite how she felt, though, she still kept an ear trained in on him. Even if the mare hadn’t had that many encounters with the opposite sex, she still knew what they were capable of. And what most of them craved. However, just like any mare that hadn’t dealt with many of his kind - and especially ones as bold as he - Aoife was failing to realize just how dangerous he really was.

It had been a year since she had departed from her dam. The one she’d always called mother had warned her about cocky brutes and what they were fully capable of. Yet, as she lifted her head some and glanced at him, chewing her food, she failed to see what the hell he could possibly due to her. All he was in her eyes was attention hungry. Perhaps she was one to go looking for danger, but she’d never done so with other horses. Other horses were just… well, she couldn't quite place a hoof on it, but Aoife had never met anyone that interested her. And she’d be damned if this energetic stallion did.

NOTES:<3

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He imagined he could hear her heart stutter in her chest as she whipped around to face his proud frame, a hint of humor sliding in through his smile. He’d successfully startled the hell out of her, but now the game was over in his eyes. Sure enough, though, the pure white mare seemed to think so as well. Kova watched, shocked himself, when she turned away from him to return to eating. What the hell? He had expected harsh words, a bite, a kick, something, but this fae simply seemed relieved and then nonchalant. For a moment he was frozen in silence, not knowing what exactly to think. Either she was incredibly stupid, or she had a death wish. Perhaps both, he thought with a twisted grin returning to his maw, opalescent eyes glittering with his madness. Oh goody, an innocent to break. At once the dark bay shook himself to loosen some of the dust coating his pelt, and though his sweat was evaporating, quite a bit of it fell back where it lay upon him. But he didn’t care anymore about his appearance. Cold, dark gaze was now set upon his target who’d given him a lovely view of her rump. Shoulders rolled like that of the predator that had scarred his shoulder as he slowly walked toward her. He could see that she was still paying him some mind, but he would teach her well not to turn her back on the likes of him.

As she stood there, grazing, Kova had the intense urge to mount her already. Why not? She, herself, had presented her ass to him. Even so, he did have half a mind not to get himself kicked in the balls so soon. He’d made that mistake once as a juvenile after his first victim. He’d not played with her enough and he’d gotten kicked for it. Though as painful as some may have thought that would be, Kova welcomed such punishments, believing them to only serve to make him stronger. And it only spurred him on more in the end. Clearly, this young wench had not been taught such lessons, which he thought with sick glee, made it all the more pleasurable to him. Nearing her, the sooty bay brute stepped out to the left of her hindquarter, mindful of her movements even if he didn’t truly care if she thought to strike him. As he passed, Kova then whipped his head to the side, like a snake to its prey, and landed a hard bite to her rump just above her lacy white dock. Oh how he would enjoy the marks he would surely give her, even more noticeable on her white pelt and pink skin. Muscles over his withers and flanks shivered at the image of even the tiniest of crimson droplets gliding down her hot little body, but he would not do such harm quite yet. His teeth bared in a gnarly grin, the hellion shifted up into a slow, high-energy prance. The brute was eager and excited to see the outcome of this, but damned if he didn’t also want to play with her first!

Tucking his chin to his breastplate, he watched her from his peripheral as he rounded to her front. Oh, such lovely blue eyes! Crystalline like the surface of a clear spring, and he suddenly ached to see tears watering there. Too excited to think enough to speak, Kova paused only a moment at her face to let her see the black scars running over his body. With his right side facing her, the most prominent would be the one over his eye as well as the long mark dragging diagonally across his ribcage down toward his belly. And then giddily, he began prancing again, eyes burning black and traveling over ever dip and curve of her beautiful white bodice. Did she think herself pretty? Oh, he hoped so, because by the time he was through, she would question herself for days, if not forever. Though these things mattered little to him. Closer to completing his circle now, onto her right side, he eyed her flank and suddenly could not control his urge to bite her there. These were no tender nips, but full-fledged skin-pinching bites to tender areas of skin. Especially there at her flank, the stallion marveled at how soft her skin felt under his teeth, the sweet taste of female under his tongue. And then he dashed to the side, knowing from experience that she would likely do something in retaliation. But hell, even if she didn’t he was on the move again to see what other spot he could prod at. His actions- for the moment- were rather tame, only giving her a little spoiler to what was to come. Let her think she could avoid him; it wouldn’t work. Let her think it wouldn’t get worse; oh it would. Breaking her would be sweet.

OOC: oh dear xD
VOICE: Jeremy Irons as Scar w/ british accent Nother example, without singing
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After her simple glance at him, she’d once again returned to filling her all to empty stomach. One could call her stupid for turning her back on an unknown stallion, and it was probably true that it was a ridiculous decision. But Aoife just didn’t know any better. Her mother had told her stories of dangerous brutes, and so had the older mare’s friends. She could remember overhearing countless tales of rape and torture. But, perhaps the white mare was in the mindset that it just wouldn’t happen to her. That turning her back on such a horse as the one now standing behind her, would cause him to lose interest and leave her alone. In fact, it’s what she had been expecting. But she never heard him gallop away. Oh no, instead, she heard him come closer. Suddenly curious as to what he could possibly be up to, she lifted her head once again to look at him. He was much to close for comfort. Had he not gotten her message? Clearly!

Just as she was about to yap at him to get lost, a sharp sting pulsed through her rump, just by her tail. A sharp squeal emitted from her, both from surprise and pain. How dare he! He bared his teeth at her, and she snorted at him before glancing at her sore rump. There was no blood or even an open wound, thank god. Aoife had no desire to get an infection. God knows what disease the dark, sweaty and dirty stallion was carrying. As she swung her head forward again, she was met with his muscled and scarred frame. Was she supposed to be impressed? She glared at him, having absolutely no words to describe how she was feeling. All she could do was stomp both front hooves down at the same time, huffing angrily and blowing hot air out through her nostrils to let him know she was NOT happy.

She didn’t want to play his games, but he didn’t seem finished yet.

He rounded around her, dancing all the while. Her ears were pinned back farther than she’d ever had them before, blue eyes swirling with resentment. She hated him already. Her mother had always asked her why she was so distant, and this was a good example. While this exact situation had never happened to her, it was still the perfect example of other’s rudeness. She loathed it. Why couldn’t he just leave her alone and be on his merry way? Surely there were other mares out there that would be more open to all of this. She most certainly was not. Then again, maybe it was that exact reason that got him to stick around.

Another, harder bite came down upon her rump, off to her side. That was it, she’d had enough! She spun around, lashing out with her front hooves, aim dead set on the male. Her teeth bared menacingly, almost as much as his had just moments before. “You imbecile!” she growled as her hooves met the earth again. “Are you daft or did you not get the message? Is it not clear I want nothing to do with you?! Your childish games are of no interest to me!” she turned after getting that point across, lashing out at him with her back hooves and hoping to hit something. Anything!

NOTES: ohdear XD

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Her sharp sound of pain was like music to his ears, sending a shrivel of twisted pleasure riding up his spine and spurring him on as he danced around her. The look of shock upon her lovely face as she looked back at the place where he’d bitten her was like icing on the cake. Still, he was amazed even as he was pleased. How could she not expect repercussions for her actions? Oh, but she would learn. A haze was entering his body and mind, slowly but surely, like the effects of a drug. Such was almost exactly what this was; an addiction. The pleasure he derived from pain he either caused or received was enough to make his blood burn sweetly, enabling him further to continue, even made it impossible to stop until he gained the release that would allow him to stop. The muscles in his hindquarters flexed with the thought, anticipation riding him, driving him madder. As he paused at her front, admiring the blue eyes and creamy white fur and enticing pink skin, he tossed his head and tail skyward as she made a laughable attempt to deter him. How cute, he thought of her little temper tantrum, as he continued with his dance around her. The brute could feel her hatred and upset radiating from her every pore, and was excited by the prospect of her putting up a bit of a fight and adding to his twisted game.

When he bit at her flank and darted to the side, he quickly learned just how right he’d been to dodge as the white mare whipped around and struck out at him with her forefeet. Because of his movement, she’d missed, but only barely. Now he could see the fire in those baby blues, and then she was yelling at him. At first, when she called him an imbecile, he feigned a look of shock and hurt, but quickly let it slide into a mocking grin. Kova almost could have laughed with glee then, but as she continued to speak, her high-pitched tones were like banshee screams to his ears and he flattened them. What she’d said mattered little to the dark bay brute, and he made that clear when he spoke plainly, his tone bored and uncaring. ”Oh, deary, you’d do better not to speak.” Yes, he’d gotten her messages and wasn’t stupid at all. He simply wanted to show her that nothing she could say or do would keep him from getting what he wanted with her. Kovarik was far from through, beginning to dance to the side around her again. But apparently, neither was she. After her screeches, she rapidly turned round again and lashed out in a buck at him. He leapt to the side to dodge most of the blow, but one of her hooves slashed across his right shoulder, drawing blood. Stepping away from her, he lifted his head and flared his nostrils, closing his eyes as he inhaled the scent of his own life liquid and marveling in the sharp sting. To any other, the gash would have been painful, but to him, it was pure pleasure and amplified his urges tenfold. When he lifted his lids again, his pitch black eyes glazed over as though he’d been drugged. They gleamed with something bordering madness as he curled his neck to lap lightly at the fresh wound, tasting the richness of his blood and shuddering with pleasure as his shoulder throbbed. Then chuckling deeply and without humor, the ashen bay beast turned that dark gaze back on her. ”Thank you for that, dove. But now..” He moved to her rear end in a rush, crowding her. ”Now it’s my turn.” He simply couldn’t wait anymore; he had to have her under him. Desire raged like fire through his entire being as he danced directly behind her, crowding too close for her to strike him with hooves again. If she fought, he didn’t care, that would only make this sweeter for him. He reared up and made an attempt to strike his left hoof down hard on her hip, his chest brushing and pressing down over her rump as he tried to mount her. To show her the ultimate submission. Neck snaking forward again, he reached his jaws forward in an attempt to bite and grab hold of the skin and tissue by her withers. If he landed the bite, he would clamp down enough that he'd tighten his hold if she even tried to move away.

OOC: well.. Sort of rushed things along here, but he’s all gung-ho and couldn’t stand it anymore xD Tried to make it so that you could have her fight back there at the end if you wanted, he's certainly okay with that, lol.
VOICE: Jeremy Irons as Scar w/ british accent Nother example, without singing
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Her nostrils flared at him. “And you would do better to fuck off” she spat at him as she had turned to lash out with her back hooves. For just a split second, she feared she had missed the mark as her hooves only met air, but after a moment, one of them finally met his shoulder. And when she had all four feet firmly planted upon the ground again, she glanced over her shoulder with a satisfied smirk. Blood trickled down the dark male’s hide where she had struck. Perhaps now he would get it through his head that she wanted him gone. Though there was that sinking feeling edging up on her that it just wouldn’t be that easy. And as the brute turned a glare on her, and licked his own blood, she couldn’t help but feel uneasy and a little mortified. But, her expression didn’t show the sudden emotions that had risen. She simply glared right back at him, defiant.

But then he came right at her in a rush. White ears dropped back, eyes finally going wide in absolute shock. Her reflexes were quick, but not quick enough to avoid his lashing hooves that landed upon her rump. She made a sound that resembled a yelp, pain erupting from the new wound she now bore. She tried to kick at him, but as he come upon her, mounting her, his added weight made it difficult for her to get either of her back hooves up. That didn’t stop her from struggling, though. She tried to wiggle away, desperate to get free of what she knew was happening. So this was what he’d really come for? The only thing that could stop her struggles was the teeth that suddenly clamped harshly to her withers. It caused all her movement to stop abruptly, for fighting it just caused his teeth to sink into her flesh and her skin on her withers to be pulled more. Aoife could stand pain, but even that was to much for her to bare. All she could do was stand there, unable to get away. But she knew it would end eventually, and when it did, she’d unleash her hell.

As soon as the wretched brute had dismounted, she wasted no time to spin around and lash out at him again, though this time it was with more fire. The white mare wasn’t skilled in combat, and the rape may of dampened her spirits just a tad, but she wasn’t about to let him off that easy. Her hooves lashed out at him again, teeth bared and eyes locked on him as she aimed for his already injured shoulder. With ears flattened back, she attempted to sink her jaws into him just as he’d done to her. If only she'd known his love for pain.

NOTES: ; o

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Her blood mingled with his own in his mouth as he bit down on her, added friction of her motions as well as his own causing his teeth to pierce her delicate pink skin, even tearing a bit into the muscle. He'd been right, she was delectable, and taking her was just as good as he'd anticipated. Her struggles didn't matter, only made it all the more enjoyable to him. Monster. Yes, that's what he was. Finally, when he'd planted his seed with a grunt, he released her from his clutches, pulling out and off of her. The brute was panting a little, blood trickling down his muzzle. Her blood. This pleased him to no avail, added to his satisfaction of the unfolded events. When she whipped around, he danced backward, pulling his lips back in a sadistic grin to show off her blood on his teeth and mouth, although the expression was barely passable as any kind of smile. However, his quick reflexes to dancing backward when she'd turned around to lash out at him was caused for a missed blow, and he smirked just knowing that she still held her fire. Good. He snorted and threw his head to the sky, and this time, when she struck out again, he took the blow to his already freshly-injured shoulder with a grunt followed by a hiss. This pain was similar to that of prodding a lover right after the height of love-making had already died down, the pleasure almost too much to bear. He began to laugh then, if one could call it a laugh, as he took in her angry posture. His shoulder now throbbed like waves of fire burning and spreading, and it hurt so good he couldn't stand it. Even so, he was not prepared to start playing with her all over again. Perhaps another time. For now, he was sated to such a decent level, he simply wanted to go off and find a place to sleep. And so, when she lunged to bite at him, his laugh was cut short, rapidly turning into a snarl, and all at once, he brought his head down and lunged at her. This move was aimed to cut off her attack with the force of his body colliding roughly with hers. "That is quite enough, wench." He snarled, dodging to the side in case she decided to get fresh again. He'd had enough for this day, though damned if she didn't make it all the more tempting for him to put her in her place once more. Beneath him. He grunted as he took a step, sending more delicious pain throbbing through him from his shoulder. Still, he wanted to give her a parting gift. "Perhaps next time, you'll know better than to cross me." The words were muttered in a tone dripping with menace, though distant as he focused in on what he was doing. The ashen dark bay brute then reared up and kicked out, just inches away from her face before he catapulted himself into motion. Though just as he passed her delicious rump again, he snaked out his neck and aimed another sharp bite to her flank, the momentum of his body causing him to rip away skin should he have been successful. And then with another malicious cackle, he was speeding away, thrusting into and ever-faster gallop off into the distance.

OOC: mehh crappy, but.. must say he went easy on her in the end xD
VOICE: Jeremy Irons as Scar w/ british accent Nother example, without singing
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