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Post by Akantha on Aug 13, 2006 9:12:49 GMT
Marbled vixen confidently strode into the terra, nape arched, auds pricked forward, optics showing disdain. Tassels flicked casually, pillars crushing daggers into the soft sod. Nares flared out as the diabla caught the scents of others, a familiar scent but one she was unused to. She could taste the salt in the air, unfamiliar.
The vixen felt none of the sun's warmth, nor heard the sound of the water. She was looking for a brute to claim her. The thought was strange to her, she was looking for someone no the other way round. She paused, unsure, did she want this? To change? Was it a change for the good or bad? A dozen more thoughts raced through her head but none had an answer. She steeled herself up, she was going to do this.
The demoness was gathered up her courage and replaced the unsure look on her face with a confident, disdainful one. She reared up, splattered dome thrust up in the air and a screech was let out, to all the brutes who dared come forth to claim her. The vixen dropped to the sand loudly, optics searching around for the one who would dare to take her into his harem.
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Post by lolly on Aug 13, 2006 9:32:59 GMT
In the middle of all hell a pair of crescents sniffed up the scent of a femme.
The brain on the other end of the crescents clicked into gear.
Very rarely did this beast ever leave his cage, only on special occasions, like this one.
Zenith tossed as colossal silhouette readied itself for the long journey to the grounds of claiming.
Tissue bunched in haunches before they threw him into a four-beat fandango.
Dead cavities scanned the world around them as his frame flew by.
Large bulk carried 'pon stocky tendons.
Hellion thundered into the claiming terran.
Ebonite flints carving up the sod as so many had done so before him
Crescents breathed in deeply catching the now much stronger scent.
Bod' turned toward it and cavities looked upon the sight of the femme.
Cavities narrowed as the shadows overwhelmed him.
He moved through them silently trying to get a better idea of the femme.
A twig snapped under-hoof and he stopped still sure someone would hear it.
Moving out of the shadows, visage devoid of any emotion.
Strolling toward' the vix he circled her small frame, cavities scanning her form, liking what he saw he ventured to her front once again.
Standing still he watched her.
Kissers parted to release baritone gases.
Curse?
It was as simple as that.
Not a question but a demand.
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Post by Akantha on Aug 13, 2006 9:45:13 GMT
Marbled crown turned to face the brute who dared come near her. Optics warily followed the brute as he circled her, whipcord lashing on her side, auds turned to him as she caught his lyrics. The vix considered for a moment before hissing I was cursed Akantha. You are... She said no more but continued to watch him, studying him intently
He seemed alright, definitely a dark, sure of himself. Crown was tossed, forelock thrown over aud, optics scrutinizing the brute, he moved quietly, visage was emotionless. He seemed to be a good choice, he was probably dominant though, there might be some trouble with that, Akantha was a vixen with a will, no doubt about that but she also knew who to pick her fights with and a fight might not be a good idea with this one.
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Post by lolly on Aug 13, 2006 10:04:00 GMT
Cavities surveyed the brat coldly, yes she would be a challange.
She looked very defiant and flighty.
Snort was released as her light vocals drifted into his spikes.
He would enjoy breaking this one.
Kissers parted as gases spilled out.
The dark lord.
Maybe it would be in your best interests to follow me to my abode.
He said cruelly.
Crania tossed slowly whipcords fanning out, flint struck the sod impatiently.
Not waiting for an answer he decided to leave and see if she would follow like a good little girl.
He turned his rump to her and began the gruelling journey back to his hell-hole, at a three-beat tango. |
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Post by Akantha on Aug 13, 2006 10:19:52 GMT
The diabla tossed her splashed dome defiantly and watched him for a moment. Go with him? An important decision, she could be stuck with him the rest of her life or she might have a foal to him. It was very important, not to be looked lightly upon.
Vix stood still as she watched him, she needed to make her decision now, or she wouldn't be able to find his home. On an impulse she began moving, a slow pace keeping behind him, daggers silently digging into the sod, Akantha cursed herself for being weak and obeying, she was acting like a light, shouldn't she come stubbornly or something? It didn't matter, life would probably be hell from now on. Optics remained steadily on the brute, he hadn't given her his name, unless the Dark Lord was his name. Interesting She thought slyly. Still following at a steady pace.
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