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Post by Rexil on Feb 17, 2010 3:10:12 GMT -5
Haylo trotted on the spot her head bowed and black tail flying. She was in heat and was getting frisky. It was definitely early in the season but she was and she wanted Exile here to get her in foal. Her feathers were flying as she pranced around, the rocks were disturb from under feet and rolled down the slope.
"Oh Exile!" She whinnied. This was her first heat and didn't want any other stallions near her so she kept her head low to the ground scanning the area. The scents of something kept tingling her nostrils and she was wary the wind blew her scent in that direction and she just prayed it wasn't a stallion.
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Post by EXY ! on Feb 17, 2010 19:52:32 GMT -5
Exile was, for the most part, done with the freak that lead the clan of weanlings and loners, the Vulmire clan. He returned to his territory, head held high and ready for war, when he heard a voice. The wind seemed to whisper as it flicked his mane in all directions at once. He pricked jet ears and exhaled slowly. There was a mare nearby, he realized, and she was in heat.
To tell the truth, Exile had done his fair share of rape. He was a pretty good leader, yet whenever he saw a mare who had just damned herself by interrupting what he was doing, he had to do it. It was like a wild beast caged up, that had to break free or it would die. Sweat gleamed on his flank and he walked slowly up to the top of a hill. He glanced down to see Haylo, his new herd member, a sexy fae that had just the right hint of romance in her veins. She was the 'ess he had smelled, he realized! Was it he she wanted? Either way, he did not know how long he could restrain himself, especially with other stags about.
OOC ; do you think they'll need a pg-13 rating in the title or will it be pretty mild? : P |
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Post by Rexil on Feb 17, 2010 21:21:18 GMT -5
Haylo saw the leader and whinnied turning on the spot. She presented herself letting her scent fill him with a lust. Her tail was held to the side for him. "Exile!" She whinnied again tossing her head up and down. The thought of carrying this beautiful stallions foal filled her head.
The wind blew hard and again she whinnied. Joy was filling her blood with adrenalin and she ran down to meet him not being able to contain herself. She nuzzled him and stood infront of him looking over her shoulder to encourage him to mate.
ooc; we should keep it PG 13
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Post by EXY ! on Feb 18, 2010 17:55:40 GMT -5
ooc ; I mean mild as in not-worth-a-rating. In the rules, I stated that all breeding and foaling should be strictly pg-13. By the way, please try and keep your posts at least 200 words. This one was not even half.
Exile smiled at her cockily as she came up to him and nuzzled him. He barely noticed the cursed slush underhoof, the snow melting in these spring evenings. On earth, the Humans called this March, did they not? The ebony flicked an ear and let her words, his name, ring in his head for a few moments. He had owned his share of mares, and a foal would be a nice addition to their little family, would it not?
"Haylo..." He spoke her name softly, yet not without a longing and a hint of romance broken with a cocky tone he was famous for. His eyes rolled back in his head and he thought for a moment. Yes, she was his mare. She was part of his herd, was she not? Exile twitched his tail to slap at a mosquito.
The stud felt a pulse through his body, and he knew he wanted this. His black coat rippled as he threw his muscle in to bounding to her back and resting his muzzle on her hind quarters. Exile nipped at her dock for a few moments and let his head rest on her rump before tossing it up and flailing his tail like a banner, shifting his weight and throwing himself forward to mount her. |
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Post by Rexil on Feb 18, 2010 20:09:49 GMT -5
ooc; Oops sorry  ic: Haylo stood there like a good mare and held her tail away from the body on her. Her eyes rolled in her head and she tossed her head happily. The weight on her back began to take it's toll and she wavered and splayed her legs out to keep balance. At that moment she felt everything fall into place and she grinned to herself and whinnied lightly. Once she had thought he'd had enough she began to paw the ground lightly and shake her body. She then began flicking him with her tail so he would get the hint she had had enough of him up there. Her hip fell slightly under his wait and again he hoped she would roll off. The smile plastered on her face became a look of annoyance. She was still young and didn't really enjoy to much close contact with a stallion. The wind rustled her mane as she waited for dear Exile to dismount. Sniffing the air she hinted touches of mint and looked around confused. There wasn't any mint near by that was a forest plant. She realised the smell was coming from Exile and once he finished mating with her she would ask him why he smelt of Vulmire clan and forest. |
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Post by EXY ! on Feb 19, 2010 18:39:08 GMT -5
As Exile mounted, he felt her shift under him. It only took a few minutes to completely eject, and then finally he was done. He dismounted and sighed, a cocky grin on his face. "How was that, Haylo?" He grinned at her with a look of pleasure.
The ebony tossed his mane and came up beside her. He could feel her muscles tense- she didn't like close contact with a stallion?- and then return to normal. "Come on, fae, I won't hurt you. You'll be bearing my foal in a year, no?" He arched his neck over her round back and sighed.
Suddenly, a smell caught his nostrils. She had black hairs mixed in with her coat, and smelled of Vulmire! In a split second, though, he realized it was not her, but him. Crap. He should have rolled in the hillside grass to cloak the scent. The hills rolled around them as a darkness enveloped. The perfect mating, yes?
His eyes nearly rolled back in his head and a calming overcame him. He was enjoying himself now, and in a year's time he would be a sire to a handsome heir. Or a beautiful 'ess with enchanting beauty. It struck him as wonderful, with the beautiful Haylo at his side, he could rule with an iron hoof and a growing legacy.
ooc ; it's okay xD |
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Post by Rexil on Feb 19, 2010 19:25:24 GMT -5
Haylo turned to face Exile and grinned and began grooming his wither. Her mane was whipping around her face as the cool mountain air, blew past. Haylo smiled and then looked inquisitively at Exile "Why do you smell so strongly of Vulmire clan? Especially mint"
The smell sort of disturbed her and made her a bit weary of her foals sire. 'Maybe he isn't who I think he is.' Her back was still a bit sore from where he he had been when they were mating.
A bird twittered overhead to the beginnning of the dusk chorus. The sky was beginning to grow dark and a few stars were beginning to become visible. Inside her the foal was just beginning to start it's long gestation.
ooc; I think 200 words are a bit much... maybe 100?
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Post by EXY ! on Feb 19, 2010 20:17:00 GMT -5
As his newfound lover asked the dark question, Exile winced. Why had he smelled so strongly of Vulmire territory, and mint? "I harassed their leader a bit. He must know that I rule these lands, and if he doesn't learn his place I will strike out. I do not take wisely to traitors." He let his lip curl back in a snarl, but proceeded to calm down. He didn't want to anger her and risk the life of his precious foal, would he?
The young jet shook his ebony mane and scowled. "The damn brute thinks that all us leaders are equals. He doesn't know crap, that demon." Exile stamped a hoof angrily. He didn't care what the beast who lead the Vulmires thought, no, they were all big ugly idiots. Brains over brawn, mind over matter, Exile had always said. How true was that now?
He grinned over at his mate, though. "Just think, in less than a year we'll be parents of a fine foal. Maybe two, but I doubt it." Little did he know about the strange acts happening inside his mate's womb.
ooc; I dunno, I'll consider it. I don't expect 200 words to be reached every time, but it might be nice to have somewhat long posts. Not, like, 500 words though xD No pressure on my members. |
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Post by Rexil on Feb 19, 2010 20:33:41 GMT -5
Haylo nodded slowly, she didn't really want to tell him that he thought the Vulmire leader was right... equals. She shook her head a few times to keep the flies off. They were beginning to get bad again being the end of winter.
The sky began to turn to an inky black dotted with little white stars. A the few trees on the hilly slopes began to shiver in the wind. "M-maybe the leader was right... I mean we aren't going to do any favours making enemies." She didn't like standing up to her mate but this could indanger the foals.
"We could start a war between them!" Her voice went slightly hysterical at the end. Her eyes were filled with a fear "Once we grow strong we can fight them... until then lets lead them to believe we're there allies." She actually thought this a good idea "Atleast until we settle down here, I mean we only just crossed through the portal" she was refering of stepping through the mortal world.
She didn't want to argue anymore so she put her glossy neck down and began to graze the small clips of grass dotted along their hills. With a large mouthful she lifted her head and her eyes were sparkling again. Inviting him to graze with her.
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Post by EXY ! on Feb 21, 2010 10:49:27 GMT -5
Exile was at first reluctant to believe the fae. I mean, who was she to believe that the leaders were equals? The truth was that the ebony wanted a war. He desired the clashing of hooves and the spasms of blood emitting from broken carcasses. He longed for the screams of pain and fear as brother fought brother. He craved the froth streaming from molars and fangs of stag and 'ess alike. But no, it was not to be, at least for now.
"You may be right." He calmly lowered his nape to graze, tasting the sweet grass with a plump pink tongue and chewing it with large flat teeth. "We will lead them to think we are friends, and as we grow stronger, we can turn on them. War could make us stronger. We could take over them completely, force them to be our slaves!" Exile paused and lifted his muzzle, swallowing. "Just think, that freak leader of the Vulmire forced to bow to me and answer my every call. I love it."
He thoughtfully twitched an ear and returned to grazing. "But, alas, we must wait." Sadly, Exile flicked his mane and gazed lovingly at his mare. Yes, a long wait was ahead of them indeed. |
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Post by Rexil on Mar 3, 2010 21:35:27 GMT -5
The grass was lush and Haylo decided to have a roll, she let her knees buckle underneath her and then dropped down her hind quarters. She rolled onto her back and twisted around thrashing with her legs, she rolled over onto one side and then rolled onto the other side again.
Once she was done she stuck out her front legs and hoisted herself up and shook. Grass still clung to her coat so she shook again. Satisified she returned to eating grass. "Yes that is what we will do, Vulmire won't know what hit them." She almost laughed but held her tongue infront of her leader and mate
ooc; Sorry about the long absence! School
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