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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 13, 2008 22:07:49 GMT -5
You're Digging Your Own Grave Ebony nostrils flared, inhailing the scent of the new area. It was almost as if they walked into a brick wall with the severity of the abrupt change of their surroundings. Almost like nature's talles cave, for the sky was always overcasted, shrouded with dark, still, gray clouds. His diamonds left strong impressions in the grass beneath him. His tracks would dissapear in a few days, the grass straining to stand at their end at a poor attempt to absorbe as much sunlight as possible that filtered through the horizon at dusk each night. He was home, and it felt great to be briskly embraced by the cool mist as he trotted into the area.
Turning his head back, he noticed the two females who he had clamied during the fine day. Berka. A pure white, beautiful beyond belife mare with quite the spirit and with unknown power over the dark Hellion that he had yet to realize and shun from existance. Raina, who had lost both her ability to speak to him and the chancem, at the moment, to be adressed as anything but b*tch, slave, or mare. With good behaivior, she may redeem herself slightly in the empty eyes of Grave Digger.
His auds flicked back twords the start of his new herd. He turned to Berka, not giving the slave girl a second glance until after he had adressed his first priority. Our home. You like? He asked, halting only to compleatly face the two faes. [/color][/blockquote] |
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 13, 2008 22:12:56 GMT -5
Raina still walked with her head down slightly. She still limped slightly becouse of the wound on her shoulder. Stopping beside the white mare that her master had brought home with them she waited for her master to speak. When he finally did it wasn't addressed to her so she waited paitiently fore there was nothing else she could do. Shifting her wieght to her three other legs so she could relief the pain in her shoulder. I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
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Post by zoe on Feb 13, 2008 22:20:34 GMT -5
BERKA
She gazed around her, breathing small puffs of air out of her nares to watch the mist swirl around it. Though the columns of stormy clouds disturbed her slightly, she decided that they drew more attention to her sleek, pale coat. Her deem amber orbs moved to Grave Digger's face, and she smiled.
"It is beautiful here." Her words were simple, but conveyed her meaning entirely: Berka was happy with his lands. he could relax.
The mare gave Raina a glance: noting her obvious slave status, she acted as though the other fae was not there.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 13, 2008 22:33:58 GMT -5
You're Diggin Your Own Grave His hooves moved twords the ivory femme, his abnormally for him gentle kisser reaching out to graze her nape as he inhailed her lilac scent. I think I like it better here already too, Berka. He whispred in his deep, velvety voice, his auds flattening against his head as he realized he had to adress Raina sometime or another. He reluctantly preferred it sooner so she wouldn't interupt his happiness with the other mare. Sighing, he pulled away from her, turning himself only slightly as to stand inbetween his queen and his slave, seemingly blocking her 'royal view' from Raina's unworthyness.
The terra stretches about four miles to the east and two to the north. You'll smell the boarders as you get closer. Don't cross because I will find you. Get out of my sight, and come when I call for you. He snorted in slight disgust as he raised his head, puffing out his chest to seem even bigger than his seventeen hands. Don't make me look for you. |
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 13, 2008 22:41:37 GMT -5
Raina almost burst with joy that she could get away from her master. Turning on her heel she broke into a fast gallop that would rival a thouroughbred's speed. She ignored the pain in her shoulder as she ran full speed tossing her head up in glee. She ran to the North seeing as that was the closest border. Slowing down she looked across the border wishing some other stallion would come across and 'steal' her though she probably would go willingly. I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
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Post by zoe on Feb 13, 2008 22:59:49 GMT -5
BERKA
She smirked, gently sighing as he touched her neck. It was a nice feeling, his touch. She hoped it would be there for her for a long time.
she reached out with her muzzle, lying it on his flanks again. Her tail brushed against his side, and Berka fell to wondering about their future. Would she have a little foal by her side this time next year? Would he treat her well? It was all a mystery to her.. though the pair fekt a special bond, she knew nothing of the hellion's history.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 14, 2008 18:37:37 GMT -5
You're Diggin Your Own Grave Grave Digger had honestly never shown this must intersted in anyone, let alone a female. Birth-mothers and caretakers. They were tools to him, and nothing more, but Berka on the other hand...She was no normal femme. At least not in his eyes, and he doubted in anyone elses either. So, where are you comming from? He asked as he relaxed his stance, staying upright only to support himself and her as she leaned against him. He almost melted into her, even from the simple little gesture of enjoyment of his pressence of her laying her head on his muscular form.His harks were all hers, filtering out all other sounds besides her angelic voice. [/size][/color] |
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 14, 2008 18:42:37 GMT -5
Raina ran the border hopeing praying there was a stray stallion somewhere who would take her away. She didn't want to be here. All she wants is someone to want her to be near her to love her but she wouldn't find that here. She would run but her mind told her not to but her heart told her to. She moved to the border. She took a step out and paused thinking deeply about her decision. With tears stinging her eyes she removed her hoof and walked back into her master's territory. I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
Somebody get me through this nightmare
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Post by zoe on Feb 15, 2008 19:31:07 GMT -5
BERKA
Berka glanced dreamily upward, thinking about the answer to his question. She almost wished she had a tragic, heartwrenching story to tell the great stallion: but then, would he think her weak? She mused thoughtfully about possible lies. But lies were not a good start to anything, and it would go against her pride to make herself seem like she had been a vulnerable little filly... but maybe Grave Digger liked the innocence factor? She sighed, and decided to tell the truth.
"I come from the north." She rubbed her head a little, still leaning against the hellion. "I was raised by my mother and father, and when I turned two, I left. End of story." Berka smiled.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 15, 2008 20:17:24 GMT -5
You're Digging Your Own Grave Well that's fun. He thought out loud about her briefness. His front leg started to tingle so he stomped it at an attempt of waking it up. His black eyes wandered over his outstretched territory. He could still make out Raina off in the distance, the only thing notable her blur of black color. He smiled, noting how close she lingering dangerously close to the boarders and knew that his gaining speed would be rapid against the slave's wounded shoulder.
What to do with her... He thought, inwardly this time about the slave. She could easily bare his foals, but Berka would no doubitibly be his main priority. It was rather late in the breeding season, and Raina had already, and continuously, shown that she would bolt at first chance givin, so he was slightly weary about her carrying his seed within her. He eventually shrugged the more complex of his thoughts away, deciding that's what she would be used for for the time being. |
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Post by zoe on Feb 15, 2008 20:27:24 GMT -5
BERKA
Hmph. Berka thought, moving away from the stallion and off toward the charred oak tree. Perhaps it was an omen, perhaps she herself would end up like this oak, cut down at her prime and left as nothing but an ominous reminder of past loss. Grave Digger was certainly cruel enough, certainly there was a strong possibility he would leave her behind as a scrap of long-forgotten, easily gained, and quickly lost lust.
Speaking of lust, she wondered what Raina was around for. Breeding, probably. And the stallion, her stallion, was watching the other mare too closely for Berka's comfort. She had to keep her boy in line, or he would slip away. She arranged herself alluringly, rump towards him, tail held high, auds pricked forward. She lifted one dainty foot from the ground, and let out a small sigh.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 15, 2008 21:13:55 GMT -5
You're Diggin Your Own Grave The warmth of the female suddenly dissapeared and for the first time in Grave Digger's seven years of the Earth, for the first time in his existance, he was washed over with a chilly feeling. The ebony stallion was physically...cold. He shivered, his facial features put in an image of discomfort and unawareness. He looked at his hooves, thinking about the posibilities of what he just went through. Grave Digger had always been warm, for he previously resided further south where there was no threatening winter. He was also always moving, his muscle-tone easily keeping his body warm with each movement he ever made.
He had heard of cold, and knew he was mentally cold to others, but simply thought that everyone else was just whimpy and complained too much. This new feeling, so late in his life, inflicted by Berka, caught him way off guard. Does she have some sorta magic power or something? What the Hell!? He squinted, intently looking at her, her bodice planted in an easily seductive stance. She looked like a normal horse, aside from the obvious, but Grave Digger had it in his mind that she was the one who had caused him this uncomfortable feeling. He didn't like it, and if he could help it, he wouldn't feel it again. Compleatly disreguarding Raina and trotted back to her side, not daring to ask about her "power" in fear of being wrong and sounding like a maniac.
He was determined to never loose her, and he definately didn't want to feel that way again. So...close to death. He brushed her side again, sighing happily when he felt her body heat radiating to him once more. As the sun gently filtered through the clouds, it illuminated the fog around the ivory mare, giving her a heavenly aura and lighting her brown eyes. So, have you ever thought of being a lead mare? He asked her, a descrite, though exxagerated, apology for not giving her his undivided attention.
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Post by //.Jazzy on Feb 16, 2008 8:41:56 GMT -5
Raina continued to trot around the border. Looking back she could see her master's black coat and the other mares white one. Sighing she decided to lay down to rest her shoulder. 'No way am i gonna do that again' She thought about what happened at the auction rock. Raina daydreamed of bieng free. Running across an open plain tossing her perfectly shaped arabian head in the air. Her powerful muscles working hard as she moved faster and faster racing the wind. Sighing Raina got up and searched for a water source. She wouldn't come anycloser than she could to the stallion until she was called. Her ears pricked forward and her stance like a statue she would rival the most beautiful horse but unfortunatly no one could see that for all she was, was a slave. I can't escape this hell
So many times i've tried
But i'm still caged inside
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Post by zoe on Feb 17, 2008 12:51:13 GMT -5
BERKA
Her eyes lit up from within, causing their deep amber to flicker beautifully in the eerie light. Lead mare? She had dreamed of this moment all her life, when her innter power would become true power. It was hard to remain still: she wanted to run and feel the earth pounded beneath her shining diamonds. Berka was on top of the world.
But she kept her cool. "Lead mare?" She repeated coyly, sidling up to the hellion and whisking her whipcord along his frame. "I think that idea sounds rather nice." Her voice was low pitched, husky. Berka's auds pricked forward, awaiting his response as she nuzzled against his cheek.
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Post by † Kadaver † on Feb 17, 2008 16:14:59 GMT -5
You're Digging Your Own Grave Perfect... The black stallion thought to himself as he intently gazed upon his inverted shadow. She would always be at his side, if he had anything to say about it, and Berka would never be approached by another male without Grave Digger's prior consent and a constant, watchful eye. She was his, he was hers, and nothing could be any more right in the world through his dark, cold eyes.
Grave almost shivered as she playfully brushed him with her ribbons. It wasn't a cold shiver, oh no. Quite the opposite to be exact, for the fae warmed him greatly. Even without a touch, but when she did it was nearly overwhelming. He closed his visionaries, gently nuzzled her forelock out of her face, and tightened his muscular form, allowing her to lean against him for support if she wished.
Than lead mare it is. He stated, swelling with newfound pride. When he reopened his eyes, they heald a warmth that never before was there, although, just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone. The black shadow looming over the horizon had caught his eyes once more, and dissapointed to ruin this moment, he knew he had to do something about Raina.
Deciding to test out his new partner in crime, he turned to Berka. Now, what to do with our slave? He asked, adding a twist in the words and hoping she would catch that he wanted her to make the move. His way of apologising for making her jealous continued. |
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