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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 17, 2008 16:59:12 GMT -5
False Hope The mare turns her head in disgust to look back at the stallion who has brought this upon her. She has brought this upon herself, he says. Bah! The caverns, in which he is herding her deeper into are strange smelling and dark. She doens't recognize any scent except her own and the stallion's behind her. She does, how ever, know that many mare, and stags have been there, and she wonders what they were doing. After all, why would a stag meet up with a vix? What's the point? To talk? Could they not do that out in the fields or the meadows? The mare stumbles over an unseen rock, but catches herself, letting out a gasp of fright as she does so.What are these caves?
Words: 178
Muse: oki
Mood: worried
Notes: ---
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Post by Halo on Nov 19, 2008 9:26:21 GMT -5
The caves are dark, only a dim light emanating from the glowing rocks above their heads; and then it’s only enough to make out shapes with the details left to guessing. But Joker’s instincts guide him, the keen edge of the impulse steering every step with fine vision. The scent of her fear and the tiniest sensation of it streaming through her body when he bullies her forward fuels him onward, the tiny quaver in her voice when she inquires of the caves giving him a new spring in his step.
“They’re caves, stupid wench. That’s what they are.” He answered her, voice grating roughly in his throat and the discomfort of the tone ignored by him as his dark voice sounds a triumphant babble in his head. For once the two, host and parasite, agree. It will be a short truce, but for a time they settle down for talk of peace until they resume their constant warring.
A final shove and the two find themselves in a cavern room, the walls lit up with an irredescent light that glows upon the equines new sight. Not that the dark king is paying any mind to how the scene might be pretty, even soothing in a way. He came here for one purpose and one purpose only. And before Hope can protest or escape further ahead of him, he rears onto his haunches and drops heavily onto her back.
~Joker
(OOC: Sorry it took me so long to reply. *wince* I had to go with my mom to the doctor yesterday. Sorry I made you wait…I hope this is okay.)
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 20, 2008 6:55:18 GMT -5
False Hope The mare staggers under his sudden weight. She tries to stand as straight as she can, but still finds it hard to hold him up.Lose some weight, will you?Her lyrics are sung through gritted teeth, and she braces herself for whatever his reaction might be. Getting used to his body on her's, no matter how much she hates him, she bites her lip. How can she get the fat horse off of her? A single idea comes to mind, but she doesn't know how to do it. WEll, she does know how to buck and rear, but can she do it with fattie on top of her? Tensing her muscles, she figures it's worth a try. Without furthur thought, she rears up. Hope tries to get as high up as possible so he can slide off of her and perhaps she will escape.Get off fatface!
Words: 205
Muse: great
Mood: mix
Notes: she's in for it
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Post by Halo on Nov 20, 2008 14:32:57 GMT -5
Her first insult doesn’t even pierce the outer layer of Joker’s confident ego. He’s in tip-top shape and his form slim and trimmed, and he knows it. He probably would have even been able to handle more of her name calling if it weren’t being done while she reared up, resisting his will. He grips her sides tightly with his fores and leans his weight onto his hinds, meanwhile trying to snack a bite into her neck. “Quit fighting me and we can go home sooner,” he hisses and tries to push his weight down on her to force her back to the ground and to keep her there. What patience he has left wears see-through thin.
~Joker
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 20, 2008 18:44:40 GMT -5
False Hope The mare whimpers slightly as the stag forces her down. Her tail swishes, brushing against his legs, and her neck stings from where his teeth pierced her. She turns her head from side to side, as if disagreeing with him. She stamps her hoof, impatient to get on with things. She is bored, and wants to get fatso off her back as soon as possible. The mare turns her head to glare at the stag mounted on her. Ok bub, will you do me a favor and get off? I don't need your cooties on me. HEr words are full of venom, and she hisses them at him. Her eyes narrow as she shifts, encouraging him to dismount. Or are we going to stay here all night?
Wrods: 177
Musee: great
Mood: impatient
Notes: --
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Post by Halo on Nov 21, 2008 13:49:52 GMT -5
"Cooties"? What is she, three months old? Him and each of his voices scoff at the term with rolled eyes. Such a stupid word, though he guesses he shouldn't expect much intelligence from a stupid mare. But he didn't come here to play word trivia and he is certainly getting tired of this multitude of games False Hope keeps goading him into. Whether she realizes it or not, he came here for a purpose, to show her who's boss, and all her procrastination tactics are wearing down his forbearance.
"Oh, it won't take all night to do what I came here to do, sweetheart," he humors her with an answer as he starts moving against her in a suggestive way, trying to get his reluctant lover’s tail out of the way in the same process. “But if you start behaving, I’ll go easy on you,” he grates in her ear. Oh, he doesn’t imagine she would, but as long as he tells her of the option then nobody can tell him he didn’t warn her.
~Joker
(OOC: Hope this is okay. @.@ (Might end up moving it to the graphic board anyway, just in case and depending on how it goes.) Just thought of something. Did you plan on her getting pregnant? Also, I have joined the blockquote regime (sp?). *points to her post all blockquotey*) |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 21, 2008 17:40:01 GMT -5
False Hope Yeah, and when horses grow bald! She spits out her words and bites at the foreleg closer to her. She ignores his prompting to move her tail. She knows it won't be good, she doesn't know why, jut knows, if it has to do with him, it won't be good. She keeps her tail pinned to her bodice, but loosens it a little to swish around. Something tells the mare that it annoys him, and that is what she wants to do. False Hope tenses her muscles and rears up again, going back so far that she has to take a few steps back to keep standing. GET OFF ME YOU IDIOT!!! She has grown bolder, since their entering the cave. Her eyes narrow to slits and she turns her head, mane flying about. A thought springs to mind, and she spins. If she spins too fast, then perhaps the stag's bulk will slide off. She tries it.
Words: 222
Muse: great
Mood: bold
Notes: fine by me. Yesh, she will get pregnant. Oh, welcome to the blockquote club!!!
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Post by Halo on Nov 21, 2008 17:57:08 GMT -5
Joker allows himself to slip off the mare's back, standing as if momentarily frozen on his haunches before dropping down in his own spin to knock his body against Hope in the effort to shove her against the rough cave wall. He snorts smoke, ears once again pinned, stuck to the back of his skull with menacing rage while he puts new flame into his gaze. He bites and kicks at any moment he can, tired of her insubordination and simply giving in to the inrefutable want to just to hurt his mare. Maybe if he causes enough pain, the thick-headed beast will get the clear picture.
~Joker
(OOC: Blah...couldn't think of anything else...sorry...) |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 22, 2008 8:39:14 GMT -5
The mare shrinks back from the bites and kicks. She appears to be trying to sink into the wall. Her tail siwshes nervously. Now she has really angered JOker, she knows. Yet, amongst the fear, she feels some pride in being able to get the beast off of her back. Feeling the same pride overcome her fear, she takes a hesitant half step foward. Her ears are laid back as she snaps at the stallion. She rears up again, though exposing her underbelly to kicks and bites, lashes out at the stallion with her flints.
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Post by Halo on Nov 22, 2008 16:39:26 GMT -5
The stallion turns from the attack to protect his face from her striking hooves and to be in a position to strike back. He kicks both hinds out at False Hopes exposed belly and then lifts them against her several more time without real aim. He just knows that whatever blow hits home will do its best if the energy is channeled through a more powerful gun. And whenever he feels the thud of a well-aimed kick, the satisfaction is worth the effort. He's just a little, mind you just a little, disappointed that he had to mar up his servant girl's prettiness. He would have much rather taken her in her full splendor. Oh well, her fault.
~Joker
OOC: Have no idea how well this is going. *winks*) |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 22, 2008 16:44:29 GMT -5
The mare falls sideways as his kicks hit her stomach. She grunts in pain, but lands on her legs. She breathes heavily now, thouhg the pain in her belly is subsiding some. Her heart races as she turns to face the stallion again, beaten. Her ears flick and her tail swishes. Her eyes have less fire to them, but still some spark, some defience. She knows somehow, she ill never beat the stag, but it is worth trying. Her flint stamps the ground though, and she silences her breathing. Her eyes narrow once more and she glares at the stallion. Well?
OOC: I know. I am excited to see what happens.
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Post by Halo on Nov 22, 2008 16:54:34 GMT -5
The inhalation of the brute had deepened slightly but not enough so he would be considered out of breath, just exerted. He turns on her again, shoving her front shoulder in the effort of spinning her so that he can have another shot at mounting her. Somewhere inside he is hoping she has tired out enough to make this easy, he's growing weary of the struggle and a little might just ease the tension for him. "We are both tiring of these war games. So why don't you let us get this over with, hm?"
~Joker |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 22, 2008 17:04:45 GMT -5
The mare doesn't resist as the stallin shoves against her shoulder. She turns, knowing that he will mount her. She doesn't care. Or appears to not care. She hears his lyrics and flicks her ears. A spark returns to her eyes as a wave of anger flows over her. She spins around, teeth bared. SO IT'S MY FAULT IS IT?! For your information, brute, I wasn't the one who wanted to come here in the first place! Her words are quick and harsh. She doesn't turn back around. She plants her hooves firmly in the ground so he'll be the one that will move if he has any intention of mounting her. She narrows her eyes and waits for him to move, his reaction.
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Post by Halo on Nov 25, 2008 9:19:33 GMT -5
“Oh for...’s sake!” he snarls with a roll of his eyes and a grinding of his teeth as he moves about the mare, again, to get behind her. “Damn wenches putting words in my mouth. Always want to be pissed off about something.” He mounts, coming down on her back in not the gentlest manner, shifting on his new perch to get both comfortable and balanced all the while muttering to himself. He nips at the fraying edges of Hope’s mane at her withers before getting down to business.
He takes his good old time about it, using Hope to both blow off steam and relax, planting his seed inside her. Perhaps another misbegotten child will form in her womb, a foal of his blood and in the same way he had gotten his son Cursed Pirate. But the prospect doesn’t really come into the forefront of any thought, only a trickle of background music to his deed here. And finally he slides off Hopes sweated back with a nip to her shoulder, licked at the salty wet on her flank.
~Joker
(OOC: Sorry it took so long to get back to you. Things have been crazy around here. If you mind my post, let me know and I’ll edit it. Oh, and I’m going to start a thread for the foal stats after I post this, if that’s fine by you.) |
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Post by £€G@©Ÿ on Nov 25, 2008 18:30:26 GMT -5
Hope stands there, unable to do anything about it. She grinds her teeth together as she feels him plant, know that he will mostlikely give her a foal. Cursed foal. To have him as a father. Poor foal. To have him as a father. She grows steadily annoyed as he draws the process out, longer than it had to be. Probably just to irritate her, for all she knows. A few times before he finishes, she snorts and stamps her hoof. Finally, he slides off her sweaty back. She turns as she feels the rasp of his tongue on her flank. Her eyes are narrowed as she says irritably, Are you quite done?
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