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The night was deep. The moon hidden behind the clouds. A light breeze picked up. The grasses swayed gently as the air whistled through them. Some of the grass parted the wrong way. Pillars of ebony and dun broke the gentle calm of the night as one a decedent of Equus passed through lands she'd known before. Her head was held high as she looked around at lands once ruled by the stallion called Muse. He had not been seen or heard from in ages. Even this mare was beginning to wonder where he had gotten to. She was still in a calm mood from what had transpired earlier. What with the king and new stag.

Her mane tossed in irritation. Quickly, she had control once more. She was happy here in the highlands of the fire kingdom. Away from the king and his minions. He was her king in title only. After today, she wanted to tell him he could shove it up his hindquarters. She probably would have if it weren't for the fact that she enjoyed the fire lands. Suddenly, a tree on her right burst into crackling flames, giving the scene light. The flame in her eyes had died to a flicker, a mere shadow of what it was when her emotions weren't under control. She stood and stared into the flames she had just made, finding her own inner peace in the chaos of flame.

Ironic though it was, it was her nature. A smile lit her features. How good it felt to be free. Well, free is a general statement for not answering to anyone at one particular moment. Her shoulders drooped. Shattered was a king, but he didn't have real loyalty from her. She still believed him weak. Resheph wasn't leadership material, and she wasn't about to be loyal to that rambunctious colt. Charcoal whipcord lashed at her sides. "What am I going to do with Manifesto?" she wondered allowed. "For that matter, where is the boy?" A sigh was emitted from her maw. She would have to wait for him to magically reappear. She missed his strange mind...

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Parallel columns remained still - all momentum flushed from their joints as belfry turned 'top its shank. Lens of mahogany stunningly beautiful - yet their hue ununique nor the shade peculiar. They were simply intoxicating - as intoxicating as the patriarch himself. Or, so he had been told. Don't worry, those thoughts sent him on a mild ego trip. But feel free to caress his ego when you so wish to. It made him more... intuned to his masculine side.

Standing erected; not a hair 'pon the physique of the emporer stirred. Only the movements that he couldn't prevent. His heart beating. The slow rise and fall of his balloons intaking air and pressing the used molecules from his nostrils and into the atmosphere. The soft puffs of carbon dixoide that expanded his paperthins to merely a milimeter larger than they previously were. All such token things - the rustle of his tassels and the
gentle swish of his banner. It was all such a masterpiece; such a fragment of time that seemed to stop in motion and beheld before the Earth's occupants for examination and consideration - adoration laced with the deep feeling of awe. all of it, completely all of it. That was Art.

As the knight surveyed the arrangments of dead flora surrounding his well-sinewed physique; wafers expanding as the ever-familiar aroma of a vixen crossed their sensitive hairs. Tingliing the passages with interest as roses illuminated in splendor from their coffins 'top the king's bonce. Although the mere tug of curiosity within his breast - a sneer of disgust formed across the velvet stage of his labium as the perfection began the ever-familiar waltz. His own personal cadence towards the intruder who had damn well stepped upon his terrain. For it is mine now, loverly, no one was here when I came.

His footfalls were eerily swept into a stealthy silence. You might hear a shuffle of iron across the well-worn dirt - but nothing more as the omnivore circuited the troposphere he had become so well intuned to. In such a small period of time, too. Breaths puffed into the atmosphere with no more length or consistancy as Art moved his heavy bodice into an ground-eating canter; predatory arches echoing in his own features as he now seemed to hunt the intruding damsel. Banner rippling in undulates of onyx along his shank - which arched into a cresent moon that seemed to complement the gibbous shaft. Sinew rippling beneath the taunt rind of the knight as the final bend that was the only way in and out of his newfound domain was reached.

The first thing that seemed to slap him across the face was her deep heated aroma. Oh lord, was the femoral in season. Although it has been so long. The rat seemed to stir in his sheath - no, not because he cared about you, but because you would make a wonderful victim of the begoshbemy handsome stallion. His approach to the sun-lit maiden was swift. Running past her delicately boned diaphragm; claret-tinted infrastructure threading their ivory through her tassels as he passed her at a mere sprint. Feeling some of her strings loosen and floss his teeth as he worked to dislodge the threads with his tongue.

Pivoting 'pon a lightly feathered heel, Art adverted his empowering pace once more towards her. Thundering over the Earth now as stealth would be a worthless process at the very moment. Seeming to almost charge her once more, the king stopped and was brought up abruptly before the butterscotch femora. Mahogany lense flashing as excitement gripped the taunt hide of the knight; enamels clicking together as the bruno brought bother maxilla's together with a powerful force. Forelimb stripping the topsoil in demands as aerials lain to their designed cases as nasal canals catalouged her perfume for further reference.

What do we have here? His visual inspection began as the venom curled from the lanyrx of a seeming serpent. His words were spoken harsh and cruel; hatred lacing their edges as if this being had been the cause of his upbringing the the very disposition he was affixed with. You look like everyother whore, darling, care to prove yourself more? He would treat her as he found neccesary, for that was all that mattered was his approval. He was arrogant, a bastard in the true sense as sneer remained implanted over his handsomely sculpted lantern. The tension in the air high as the massive creature had appeared in come beside his victim in an amount of time that meant nothing to these creatures. Dance with me, baby.






music: into the night - santana
muse: excellent!
words: 814

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The femme felt like she'd been standing for hours, lost deep within her own thoughts. She had been carried back to the first time she had found power. That day just over four years ago when she killed a stallion in cold blood. She was still a foal, not old enough to eat proper grass... That day had started Sky's true life. One of hatred, dishonesty, lust, and ambition. The mare barely blinked as she watched the flames that had come from somewhere deep inside her being burn an already ashen tree.

Delicate crown drooped at the thought of her mother. How the old grey had suffered. As a filly, she could remember her mother crying out at night after waking from yet another of her horrific nightmares. She could remember her mother speaking to empty air as if her best friend were standing there. It was believed that the poor mare was raped several times. She wasn't born within the herd she gave birth to her only living foal, who was still staring into a fire. It was also believed that she had lost several foals before Sky.

One thing that is not questioned, however, is how the old hag died. It wasn't even a full month after the mare's foal was weaned. She was already so close that it was a miricle that she even made it to Sky's weaning. All the will to fight left in her had been to making sure her foal reached an age where she might live. Alianora might have been crazy, but she was a good mother none-the-less. Ebony banner was ruffled by the wind as the memories flooded the sunned mare's conciousness. She could still remember the cries of agony as her mother tried in vain to get up after falling off a cliff.

Suddenly, a blast of wind pulled the mare out of her concentration. What the!? she thought as her bodice twisted on a single hind dagger. Auds shot forward to meet the sound of hoofprints and ocean orbs caught the appearance of a black stallion. Of course...another one that thinks he owns the place. She was definitely not in the mood to play games with yet another stallion today. This one was probably just as bad if not, worse, than the others.

Head held high, she stared the black beast in the eye as he approached her. She could tell by the tone of his voice that he was sexist. "What we have here is a mare that's not interested," she replied. Her tone was not hateful, nor menacing, nor in any way malicious. She was merely stating a fact. A warning, almost. Telling him to leave her alone. She was caught up in memories and her better judgement was clouded. "I'm no toy for you to play with." She turned back to her fire, which had died slightly when she lost concentration. With a blink it was back to it's original height and power. She did not, however, show the newcomer her back or let her guard down.

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Oh wonderful. She was stupid.
Her stance was clearly that of some retardation as she merely stood in a daze in the middle of a newly claimed territory. Her systems must not be working correctly. Or she could possibly be insane. Either way, Art had no need or means to deal with a mare who believed he so wanted to be with her. Why be with a maggot ridden hag to begin with?

Her vocals were smooth; but also filled with distraction. If you think that a request will get me away, I'll take what is rightfully mine here and now. chortle was suppressed in his breast as 'brow' seemed to raise to fhe femoral and his inner mind continued in a speech within his own cranial. You are worth merely a tight fuck to me, darling. He almost lost his poker face there as paper thins expressed a deep puff of carbon dioxide and forelock shifted to reveal those pools of deep sienna.

Don't compliment yourself honey, i want nothing to do with you. Mockery laced his syllables as he adverted his immediate attention from her physique onto something in the immediate distance. Wonderful - another whore. Another bitch - another skank. all too familiar. he wanted intelligence - and then he might find someone to tolerate who would be able to handle the moods that plagued his waking hours.

Actually. You are a toy. Art snickered as he watched her meander further into the depths of hell she seemed so inclined that she knew about. But this was different, you were a pawn in this knight's game and you were going to play your part. But I have nothing against being a whore. I mean, your kind happen to be the best fucks. Malice grin threaded his velvet labium as 'brow' rose in almost a challenge. Enamels raking across her spinal column only to grip her withers and attempting to crush them between his powerful jaws. Implanting his own mark on the smorgeshborg of scars she already harbored. Although she was pretty. what a shame. what a waste.




muse: toning it down abit
music: please dont stop the music - rihanna
words:397

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Sky was pulled out of her memories immediately. She rounded on the stallion so fast it was near impossible to catch up. Her size made agility come easy to the mare. A shriek of pain was emitted from her maw as his teeth drew blood. Her front hooves tried to find mark just inside his shoulders in his chest as her teeth aimed for one of those blackened ears of his. One or the other would draw blood, and one or the other would make the bastard stop in his tracks.

"Why you ill-mannered, uneducated, disrespectful mule! I'm ashamed to call myself equine thanks to you," she spat at him. "To underestimate an opponant like that is to ask for death. Don't you know the first rule of combat!?" She stepped closer to him as blood dripped from her shoulder. She knew it would leave a scar and the fire in her eyes burned brighter than it had all day. She was furious. No stallion had ever treated her this badly. "I should kill you for that little stunt, halfwit!"

She paused and took a deep breath. "Unfortunately, these are not my lands. If the beta fire herd has been claimed by you, you're too stupid to give a boarder. I've been here much longer than you, darling." A ball of flame erupted just between his hind legs, causing the smell of burnt hair to envade her nares. "The next one wont miss." Her threat was definite. There was no play in the mare currently. "I will not be raped, used, played with, or any variation there-of by a stallion whose outgrown his ass. I've never foaled, and I sure as hell wont carry a bastard. I have honor, and I have loyalty."

She was in a stance where she'd happily give him a lesson in combat. "By the way, m'lord, if you've nothing to do with me, then why did you run up, showing off like a love sick yearling? Honestly, I though once a colt became a stallion he stopped being so annoying." There many ways he could reply to what she had said, and many of the things he could say would piss her off more. She thought about letting his inner ear burn but decided against it. In all honesty, she wanted to kill him.

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She might have been quick; but dear lord - she was so clumsy! Her movements were awkward and sloppy as the knight side-passed away from the enraged vixen. She did clip his ear pretty well - he could feel the blood drop onto his skull as her attempt to bash in his shoulder was merely a failing move. Alto notes caressed the air around the two equines. You are truly a fool, love. Limbs propelled the hellion towards her diaphragm as enamels creased along the top line of her nape and to that little cheek of hers. You go for the ear and not the jugular? You truly are a worthless hag. Can't even fight to save her own life. He scoffed at her - almost shuddering in his disgust as the bruno only half listened to her next lyrics.


She spoke as if she were a goddess step from the heavens to be planted before him. Look, you were pretty, but you weren't godly material thank you. 'Brow' rose and a snicker of mockery escaped the velvet stage; the male beginning to circuit the damsel in a predatory slink as lens rolled in their deathbeds. Oh, cause trying to rip off my ear was the most strategic advancement you could have possibly made. His alot notes pierced the zephyr at a growl - a mere amused one at the best. She was amusing him.

Killing me? As the examples you had shown me, you might kill the flora. Chuckle entered the atmosphere - void of emotion completely. That was Art, but at least he would chuckle. Fudo would stare. So he could play this game better? Tell you the truth baby, you might be only one or two years younger than i - but alot can happen in that time. So - you're unmatched you loose pussied whore. I have more control over my element than you ever will; darling. As if to demonstrate; the smell of burning hair sparked sharp in his nostrils. A small shred of fire burning away at those tendrils of hers. Oh, such a shame. I could roast you, for all you know. His emotionless facade was mocking her as he peered into those lens of hers. Now what about underestimating your enemy? You can't even play by your own rules! Then he laughed. Diaphragm shaking laughed; madness shown in his movements as he continued to come forth. He would mangle her - his marks already featured 'pon the shapes of her withers. and baby, he would continue to mar your corpse until he was satisfied.

Dear god. She wasn't anything special, and hadn't she learned that her so called 'important' words were merely a buzzing in his tympanums? Although with the feeble concentration of her previously conducted movements and the even more pitiful way she decided to defend herself. Oh, she was a glorious specimen to taunt. Merely because he could, and well, he would have done to anyone. It just happened to be you. Such a pity. I don't care if you haven't bore foal or anything. When can you realize that?

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Finally, Sky realized what she was dealing with. This hellion was just that: a creature from hell. He had no care for any other creature, and his so called show of dominance was nothing more than his usual persona. Mustang dome shook in disgust and changed tactics. "If you were going to kill me, sire, you would not have gone for my withers. I see no reason to kill you. Besides, I'm pretty sure you outdo me in physical strength." She blatantly ran her eyes over his barel.

This was not a stag one could deal with rashly. If she let the first thing that came to mind out of her maw every few seconds, he'd have her head. He tried to burn her mane and she raised an eyebrow. The fire had died almost as instantly as it started, for a fire elemental can't actually burn. The tang of singed hair made her sneeze though. "I may be a mare, and I realize we are beneath stallions in some aspects, but I'm aware that you are currently above me in rank, or you wouldn't be towering over my small figure." She actually dipped her head. Almost in a bow...

"Now, if you've claimed the lands, I'll leave. Or would you prefer something else? I don't see that I'm in much of a position to argue with you..." If he decided to claim her, she'd leave. If he tried to rape her, she'd try to kill him. If he just let her go, she'd call him weak and he'd join the ranks of stallions that couldn't handle this hellish mare. If he could do something completely drastic and somehow gain her trust, she'd consider staying with him...Everything depended on his view of her. She wasn't weak, she was, however, smart.

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She was so naive as to think he wanted to slaughter her hide? Oh dear no. He could - and would if provoked - but he wasn't aiming to kill her yet. No, he wasn't done toying with her as he continued his lax circuiting of the femoral. Labium drawing down her spinal column seductively - almost as if to court the maiden. But if she were learning, she would know that this was merely a trap. But who knows, her intelligence so far hadn't been overly spectacular.

You come in here promising my demise, and are now submitting to me? He shook his regal belfry; in obvious disgust of this worthless creature that the heavens had placed before him. So useless, jeez.

So - claim, rape, or leave? Leaving was never an option unless you bored him to heaven and hell all together - even if her pitiful display of the 'fiery temper' that she seemed to behold was merely the on - off flicker from a flame to a lighter. No, he had the real temperament here. You would never forget it, either.

Enamels dragged along her skin sensually; jamming their force into the sleek skin of her nape as maxilla closed 'pon the flesh. Claret liquid shot through his ivories and quenched the blood-lust that ached in the very back of his throat. He nearly groaned in pleasure as the plasma flushed down his throat. Sienna gaze remained shallow despite the relishing feeling he would have if he killed her right here and now. Roses flickered softly before coming to rest in his coffins, pivoting 'pon his hind limb before lantern turned to peer upon the awaiting damsel. You will come without question. Now. Snort expanded his paper thins as the king adverted attention to the charred remnants that littered his territory. He had yet to decide completely on what he was going to do with her, but he could promise it wouldn't be pretty and it wouldn't be carefree. Now, it would be painful and brutal. But maybe - it would be worth it.

Growl seemed to work across his larynx as he coaxed her forth. You were in his spider-web now, lovely, so here you would stay and true you would be.

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Sky couldn't help herself. She laughed. Now he was saying that she had been 'promising his demise'. "No, dear, I was saying I should kill you. Never that I would." She held still following him with her eyes as he circled her. Whatever he was thinking about her frame, she probably didn't want to know. "Submitting? No. Only testing." She thought about stepping away from him. She had learned the first time that if she allowed it he'd bite, but if she stepped away it'd probably be worse.

Instead, she decided to turn toward him where he couldn't reach anything but her muzzle unless he lunged, and she'd have time to move if he tried to do that. She tossed her head when she felt the blood drip down her side. He spoke again. She stared at him in disbelief. No stag had ever acted like he could tell her something and expect her to follow orders with that amount of conviction. Her jaw dropped open. If I do so...I'm worried about what he's going to do. If I ask, he can beat the living hell out of me. If I walk away, he'll kill me... she thought. Shit.

She sighed and followed him. "I wouldn't be doing this if I didn't think it was my best choice right this second." Ebony whipcord lashed at her sides. She couldn't help herself, she reached forward and tugged on his mane in a playful manner. After all, she was younger than him, there was nothing wrong with it. As soon as he gave the order, it took the world off her shoulders. Her mood had changed completely. "Oh...I have a name..." It wasn't rude for once. She was giving him room to tell her either her name didn't matter or that he wanted to know it. Now, she was basically submitting to him.

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'Brow' rose in response to both her chortling and the lyrics that followed the soprano notes. Either way, I would watch my lip dearest before it is ripped from your face. His words were cruel, indeed, but did you expect him to be any other way? Surely not. That was not the king of tristeza. that was not the knight before her. that was not art. He couldn't promise security, survival, nor comfort. He promised destruction, insanity, and uneasiness. But those were easier than kindness to the stallion - for not knowing a gentle heart is a trait never known. Then you test pitifully. He would get his way - either by compliance or mere force. But he would get it. Somehow.

She adverted her diaphragm as to allow his attacks to become harder. But nothing could be made completely impossible. Sure, you could turn your head - but he would just barrel you down until his enamels gouged deep ruts in your hide. Soaking his muzzle and your fleece along with it all. So you could become defensive, but you would be met by a greater offensive force. Nice try, but you're still flawed.

He with strained a chuckle as she stood in under disbelief. His lens merely emotionless as he seemed to look at her with a look of 'is that a problem? Because I can fix it real quick for you.' Rolling his occs within their deathbeds, alto notes pierced the zephyr. Stop standing around looking like a dolt. Have some pride. Sneering as he continued his lengthy strides across the charred landscaping.

Her 'innocent' touch was met by punishment. Ivories attempted to grasp beneath her chin; tugging once in discipline as she followed willingly. He knew she would; not because she seemed charmed, but merely because he just knew. It was a weird feeling, but true. Well isn't that wonderful. Sarcasm oozed from his vocal chords as he veered onto a pathway that lead into the eerily charcoal flora. Banner swishing as he examined her in disinterest. I might as well ask for it. Considering you are going to tell me whether I want to know what it is or not.

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"No, sire. I was not. I'm not that stupid... And you've yet to ask for it." She followed willingly, obediently. After all, she couldn't say no could she? If she did, he'd most likely kill her. If she just ran, he'd kill her. She was SOL any way she looked at it. Granted, the mare wasn't afraid of death, she just wasn't ready for it yet. A sigh was emitted from her lips. The great Sky had just been claimed. At least, she thought she had.

Her chin still stung where his ivories had clamped down. She looked at him in confusion. I didn't do anything wrong... she thought. Nevertheless, she flicked an ear and kept her head down, following about a length behind the stallion, matching his pace perfectly though her legs were much shorter than his. It killed her to know that she was just one of his whores and she wanted nothing less than to kill him and leave. She wanted to be dominated, yes. But not treated like this. Her head dipped further.

I'm only a mare. Her pride screamed at her. Her honor felt the blow as if he had hit her. This new treatment was actually breaking her. Almost. It would take alot of such mental abuse for her to truely be broken. Most didn't think it was possible. The proud mare was beginning to wonder. Her entire life, others had told her that one day she'd meet the stallion who could break her, treat her like the mare she was. It felt like a new weight had been added to her hooves as they met the charred earth.

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This was new. The submission of the sunlit mare. Indeed, she was now his. As real as the wounds he had inflicted across her body; which now either dripped claret liquid or was beginning to crust into a new scab. Her fiery nature had dissipated into nothingness as she seemed to drag her limbs across the charred earth with lethargy. In a way it irritated him; but he held his tongue and adverted attention into the density of the forest. Onyx diaphragm weaving through the sadistic flora as belfry turned ever so often to peer upon her physique to make sure she was there. She could try and run; but she wasn't going to make it very far before he would punish her capitally. And he wouldn't mind spilling carnage across the once verdure blades - he was always in the mood for a battle - or the spilling of plasma. But that was entertainment to this masculine.

Lantern lowered towards her statue; placing his dome underneath hers and shoving it into the zephyr as blazing occs of sienna scoured the surface of her facade. You are claimed by me, therefore, you hold pride. Maybe not that she was being robbed of all her freedom nor basically held prisoner to this monstrosity, but merely because he had accepted her to stand by his side instead of ripping her to shreds upon her arrival. That was a big task to accomplish, so you might as well look privileged to behold that position. Even if you were still a toy to him.

Sneer crossed his features as alto notes jabbed once more at her pitiful stance. Put a fucking smile on that pretty little face. His grumbling turned into almost a snarl of some sort as ivories clung to the skin of her throat, clamping softly as he felt the pulse of her blood across her veins within the buds of his tongue. It was a sensual thought and send shivers down his spine that a femoral could never do. Blood turned him on - maybe that is why he liked to play rough. Maybe that is why he could tame even the wildest of the maidens. They thought they could get under his skin - but that is impossible a task, m'dear. Try as you might; angering this beast is not only unfortunate but never really done. Truth be told; he was in a joyous mood at the moment. Quite cheerful for his ever present animosity and cynical nature. You're not going anywhere, sweetheart. He had you in his clutches, and he damn well knew it.

Ivories traced along the dorsal stripe across her column of bone; sensually dragging his velvet labium as if to seduce the inamorata. He might be courting her - but his duty was to be done and he would take what is his. Whether she killed the infant or not - he cared nothing about. Not like she would become the queen; just another knocked-up femoral that he had decided to play with like his own father had played with the innocence of his mother so long ago. He learned from the best player - and trying to foul him at his own game could prove fatal.

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His words pulled the femme out of her thoughts. Her head came up long before he touched her. His words sent ice through her veins. A deep hatred for him formed within her dark abyss for a heart. It took an emense amount of willpower for her not to lash out at him. If she did so, she'd die, and she knew it. Instead, she took a quick and graceful step backwards. Her honor had been insulted enough. For this bastard to see her in that state was absolutely dispicable. She was furious not only at him, but at herself.

"I'll keep my pride, thankyou. But NOT becuase you claimed me," she was speaking in a normal tone with a smile plastered on her face. Afterall, he had told her to watch her lip, to keep her head up, and to smile. She tossed her head, a habit for when she was particularly emotional and trying to hide it. "I will keep my pride at the knowledge that you will never truely break me. You'll have to kill me first." It was not a threat. It was not rude. It was not even hateful, as her tone usually was. She was merely stating fact.

She felt his teeth against her back and as much as it turned her on, she force herself not to show that she was enjoying his brutal touch. She turned her head and looked at him. "In a way, I'll always go wherever I want to go. It is and shall always be my choice. Currently, I choose to stay with you, my lord, but not becuase I would want it first." She bared her own ivories at him ready to bloody his handsome face, but did not strike. Slowly, as his maw traced her spine, she turned her hindquarters away from him.

"You might try, but you'll never fuck me." She was actually not challenging him. It was clear in the mare's voice. She was only stating truth. This stallion would not have her in that way. He might have captured her spirit for a moment. She wasn't going to try to piss him off any more than she already had, but she wasn't going to go out on a limb for the bastard either. Somehow, she was going to have a foal by her choice. No stallion was going to take that choice from her. This particular mare would commit suicide before he managed to force her into foaling.

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And just as it had come; the submission had gone. Malarkies pressed to their coffins as he watched her skull rise despite his effects to brutally force it into the air. So she was going to be a bitch again? Your spirit is stupid, darling. Are you asking to be killed? Enamels encircled across those protruding withers; crushing down 'pon the scape and opening the wound as fresh carnage flowed from the re-opened wound. Spilling across her well-muscled shoulders before the bruno pivoted 'pon his heel. You had him for a moment there, but you just had to ruin it.

'Brow' rose in amusement - insane amusement as he circuited her diaphragm in a stalking motion like he had done before. Rolling his spectacles in their deathbeds to her response about her pride and her claiming. If he wanted it, he would get it. God be damned if he would be stopped. I won't break you sweetheart. Ivories scaled across her chest and along that beautiful shank that held that chiseled tiara. I will fucking destroy you.

[/i] It wasn't a scream that erupted from his trachea, but a whisper filled with the emotionless surface of icy threat. No, this wasn't a threat - this was a promise to the ungrateful wench. A promise that if need be, will be full-filled. Then his ivories pierced the skin of her nape.

I don't care what you want nor what you think I can't do. I don't even know your name you whore. Cackle escaped his trachea as he stopped before this prize, sienna gaze burning into those innocent eyes. You have seen nothing. She was young - naive and stupid. A poser. A little girl attempting to become the heroin of some far-fetched fairytale. But real life didn't work that way - so you can stop pretending you are the goddess Artemis because you are hunting nothing. I will get your hide. One day. Even if I have to drag you from your forelock by my teeth. I will claim what is mine. She could attempt to curb his dominant attempts; but he would simply kill her. In all truth - equines to him were merely replaceable. Like a sheet a paper for an artist who is sketching. Or putting one bowl in replacement of another. That made you insignificant.

But here was the unbelievable concept. Art was completely aware that he was mortal. He could bleed ; break ; fuck, he could shatter. But the thing is - is that no one had dared to push the onyx knight into something that deep. The scars that marred the otherwise perfect statue were remnants of his previous duelings - his ever-familiar war robes in a way. Either or ; Art knew he was mortal. He lived and one day - he would die. But he didn't act like a god. Or the scab on his ear wouldn't be crusting and beginning to flake. He just knew he was more powerful than you - and with power - you could make it.



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The damsel regretted her words almsot as soon as she had said them. Surely I can learn that he takes things the wrong way!? Already, he was rolling his eyes and grinning that aweful grin of his. As his teeth pierced her shoulder again, she cried out in pain. The mare was doing anything, everything, to keep it to herself that she enjoyed this treatment. Well, she did until he called her that word again... "I am NOT a whore!" she seethed. He had come full circle again and she was staring into his eyes. Something in his last set of malicious lyrics chilled her to the bone, but she'd never show it.

She took a step away from him. Now that the hellion was in front of her, the mare was fairly sure that he couldn't kill her without a damn good fight, and she was posititive that he knew it too. The stallion was arrogant but not stupid. Silently, she ran through her list of options. If I run, he'll catch me. If I fight, he'll kill me. If I go with him, I'm his whore. Why the hell did I decide to come HERE tonight? Her head lowered slightly. Still proud, but submissive. "As for my name, you didn't ask. It's not my fault..." all hatefulness had left her voice. Yes, the proud mare was giving.

Blackened pillars carried the mustang back to him. She kept her head below his, keeping her trachea hidden but her neck open if he saw fit to punish her any more. "You'll have to destroy me first, I believe..." the tone was almost sorowful as she dipped her head towards the ground. Gently, very gently, she touched the front of his shoulder with her soft lips. It was a sign of great respect. Keeping her hindquarters away from him, but her head beneath his showed she'd live for him, but remain independent of him. In no way did he have her loyalty, only her respect. If he can handle me, he deserves that at least.

Almost as quickly as the bow started, it ended, her head was held proud again, but still beneath the Lead's. Ocean blue pools glanced up at the stallion's. "You have claimed me, and I don't know your name...may I ask for it? Or is there another title of which you prefer?" She was genuinely asking. "I don't think I enjoy pissing you off, sire." He would probably find humor in that. A true smile lit her own features. Maybe she could find pride in being 'good enough' to be one of his whores.

Immediately, she wanted to kick herself in the gut. No. That would never happen. She could not find pride or happiness in being one of his many playthings. Eventually, he'd gain her trust, maybe even her loyalty. I promice you...one day...I will show you I'm not a whore. The vow was silent. As silent as the moon still high in the night's sky. The promise was made to herself. It was officially her goal. A goal she'd work for until it killed her. She had to prove to him that she wasn't worthless. She wasn't a toy. She wanted his respect. Not the kind she gave him, but still respect. I am not a whore.

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