Title: I Swear She's [[bad]] And She Knows
Description: {Lost?} SD
Description: {Lost?} SD
Spirit Dancer - September 20, 2007 11:53 PM (GMT)
She looks like a model
Except she's got a little more ass
Don't even bother
Unless you've got that thing she likes
I hope she's goin' home with me tonight
Those flashing lights come from everywhere
The way they hit her I had to stop and stare
She's got me love stoned
Man I swear she's bad and she knows
I think that she knows
She's freaky and she knows it
She's freaky, but I like it
She shuts the room down
The way she walks and causes a fuss
The baddest in town
She's flawless like some uncut ice
I hope she's goin' home with me tonight
Slim pillars carried me in a lofty trot; hips swayed from side to side with my sauntering display of the perfect breeding of Egyptian Arabian and Quarter Horse. Curls of pale gold bounced with each step, as flashes of the burnished lowlights in my mane flash in the flaming sun. Blotches of a brillant copper gleam against my ivor bode, muscle and sinewoud cords rippled, flexed, and relaxed underneath my bi-tonal coat.
Fierce blue eyes stand out, like icy beacons, against my delicate features. It gave away my dubbance to anyone who knew of it; Spirit Dancer. And those who knew of my name, would know of my recent rise in power. For now, I stood as the Queen of Avalon Plains - alone, though, in the lush land. I'd originally set out from Avalon to seek out new herd members - but, on my way, I'd gotten lost.
Lost, as in, I had no idea where the hell I was. However, I kept on the cherade that made it look like I did know where I was. Maybe, someone would come across my path and tell me where I was, maybe not.
Horsegirl - September 21, 2007 02:17 AM (GMT)
The brute loped along the well-worn path. As he cantered he sniffed the air for any mares that might have been so unlucky as to stray into the land without a mate. Such a pity. That left room for studs like him to come and take advantage of them, before they could go find another mate who they would love. Ugh. He hated the thing called love. When you loved someone, they could at any time turn around and hate you. Then you've got no one to love. That's what happened to him. Love, then heartbreak. Loss. Hatred. And movement to the dark side.
But there...a scent! A mare, alone, with no traces of other stallions around her. Perfect. He smirked. Just a pity, that both of them were there, with no one else there. He increased his speed and went up to her.
"Hello there, miss. Isn't it such a pity that I'm the only stallion, and you're the only mare here? No others to protect you from whatever may happen." He smiled an evil smile and came forward, tensing himself to react in case she decided to try anything. He stopped when he was the length of the mare's hind leg from her rear, poised to jump on her at any moment. He didn't know that she was an Alphess, but he did know that she seemed different from other mares: like Dame blanc, who'd given him his daughter. This one seemed, just, different. He couldn't put his hoof on it.It made him cautious.
But to hell with caution. The brute covered the distance from him to her in less than a second and he paused, lifting himself up onto the mare. He clamped his teeth on her tassels, snorting to tell her to stay put. He shifted his weight over and up a little, trying to get over her as much as he could so she would stay still.
But there...a scent! A mare, alone, with no traces of other stallions around her. Perfect. He smirked. Just a pity, that both of them were there, with no one else there. He increased his speed and went up to her.
"Hello there, miss. Isn't it such a pity that I'm the only stallion, and you're the only mare here? No others to protect you from whatever may happen." He smiled an evil smile and came forward, tensing himself to react in case she decided to try anything. He stopped when he was the length of the mare's hind leg from her rear, poised to jump on her at any moment. He didn't know that she was an Alphess, but he did know that she seemed different from other mares: like Dame blanc, who'd given him his daughter. This one seemed, just, different. He couldn't put his hoof on it.It made him cautious.
But to hell with caution. The brute covered the distance from him to her in less than a second and he paused, lifting himself up onto the mare. He clamped his teeth on her tassels, snorting to tell her to stay put. He shifted his weight over and up a little, trying to get over her as much as he could so she would stay still.
Spirit Dancer - September 21, 2007 07:18 PM (GMT)
With a snarl, I heave my back into a upward arch and toss my tiara hellwards. I barely had a few moments to comprehend what the brute had said before he lept up onto my back as if I was some whore who turned herself towards him to pleasure him.
I'd come here to escape from the madness like this; from the chaos of it all, and I'd been determined not to get caught in this situationa gain..But now I'd waded knee-deep into it. By his words, I could assume that I'd wandered into the breeding grounds of the whole area by mistake - a mistake I'll never make again. For now, I'll focus all my energy on getting free. I wasn't going to give in so easily, or give in without a fight.
I'd come here to escape from the madness like this; from the chaos of it all, and I'd been determined not to get caught in this situationa gain..But now I'd waded knee-deep into it. By his words, I could assume that I'd wandered into the breeding grounds of the whole area by mistake - a mistake I'll never make again. For now, I'll focus all my energy on getting free. I wasn't going to give in so easily, or give in without a fight.
Horsegirl - September 22, 2007 08:37 PM (GMT)
The obsidian brute snorted, then grunted as he was bucked off of the mare, landing with a thud on his side in the dirt. That had never happened to him before, and he wasn't about to let it stand in his way. He was up quickly, jumping back on her again, this time digging his teeth into her withers too, growling at her.
Spirit Dancer - September 23, 2007 01:55 AM (GMT)
I relish in the momentary second of freedom. As I went to go and make my escape, I feel him on my back once more - throwing my balance off. I had barely regained my balance as he dug his ivories into my withers, a mix of a snarl and a cry escaping from my vocals, though distracting me as the pain webs from the bite through my flanks and chest.
Horsegirl - September 23, 2007 08:35 PM (GMT)
Finally, she was still. That bite to her withers must have done it. Onyx smirked and shifted, proud of himself for conquering her.
*closes curtain around the two and dances to music*
The obsidian stag dismounted the mare, confident that she would carry his foal. He turned to leave, but looked back. "I'll check on you when the foal's born," he said, then trotted off into the forest.
*closes curtain around the two and dances to music*
The obsidian stag dismounted the mare, confident that she would carry his foal. He turned to leave, but looked back. "I'll check on you when the foal's born," he said, then trotted off into the forest.
Spirit Dancer - September 24, 2007 01:20 AM (GMT)
[x] Since I can't really type all that well, I'll just go a head and post SD's stuff in the Newborn stats topic. [/x]