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Post by ;; S O N O R A on Apr 23, 2009 15:53:09 GMT -5
S.O.N.O.R.Ax [x] hear my whispers in the dark...  The sun was setting on this dark and dreary land. My hooves were dusty and aching from having been running all day. I simply couldn't keep it up any longer, even though I didn't want to stop until my time had past, I would have too. I stopped at last, my flanks heaving as I fought for the breath I had denied my body all day. I was in heat, a dangerous time for mares such as myself, for roaming stallions, well, many of them weren't polite about wanting to mate.
The worst case scenario, getting raped against my will. And as I had no plans of getting pregnant, I would put up a fight. I had never been raped before, thank goodness. I had always managed to keep myself away from others. My nostril's flared at the thought of unwillingly carrying a child I did not want. I was waiting until I was older if I could help it. I started walking slowly, reluctant to stay still for too long. And that's when the scent hit me.
A stallion was coming closer. He could probably tell by my strong scent that I was in heat. I silently begged whatever gods there were for him to be a nice stallion, a kind brute, who wouldn't force me into having sex against my will, one who would give me a choice. I debated running for it, but I knew at once it was a stupid idea, I was weak from running all day, and by the smell of the nearing brute, he was strong. I was too weak to fight or run, I only had hope left with me now...
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Post by D.evious on Apr 23, 2009 17:46:04 GMT -5
Erebus stepped closer to the mare, with a dark smirk, his piebald coat dancing with the shadows of the coming dusk. Like this was some kind of sick joke, which it was, in a way. After all, the mare was in heat - which was quite obvious, after all. The stallion flicked his tail and trotted closer, in an attempt to corner Sonora. Erebus felt the dry grass underhoof, and was glad he didn't live here - any mare except Nyx was no mare at all, and the captives deserved it. Indecisive between rape and abuse, he stomped his back hoof to ready himself before turning his whole weight - the massive weight of a Gypsy Vanner stallion - onto his back legs and rearing up. He had a clear go at her backside, but even he had a feeling she wouldn't be giving up that easily.
ooc | not my most lengthy or descriptive post, but it will do ;) |
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Post by Dreambig on Apr 23, 2009 21:40:04 GMT -5
Delicate nostrils quivered, scenting the air about him. Bodice was statue-still, the only movement that of the wind ruffling his chains, sweeping them across his boa ever so slightly. Stallion was the image of sheer power, muscles rippled with the slightest movement, dark storm hued orbs swept over the emprty terrian, as if bringing a thunder-storm over the land with every look he cast out over the barren land. Suddenly, shattering the silence, ebonite bronc lifted his front half into the air and let out a challenging bungle, flint-hard daggers scraping through the sky and tossing his elegeant crown with a daring look 'cross his facial features. Thorns flicked back slightly, showing aggresion as he scented a stallion near, as well as a mare in heat. A single fore-flint stroked the earth with rough strikes that left bare patches. Lanterns glared around, searching for the maker of the scents. The oh, so wonderful bitter-sweet scent of the mares' heat, and the foul, revoulting odor of the other stallion.
Brute saw nothing for a moment, and in seeing nothing, and knowing nothing could escape his keen orbs, he walked forward. The makers did not show themselves yet. Long, powerful, slightly featehred limbs placed themselves in an elegant fashion, daring any to challenge the new norethern king. If they dared, they would face certain death, or if, perhaps, they were lucky enough to escape with their life, the fool would face an even worse fate. But, we shall not go into details now, for it matters not. We are here, with Zane, to find the makers of these scents, and to see all there is to see, before gathering more mares into a herd.
Flints picked up a quicker pace, now trotting, now cantering. But, the canter was smooth, and fast-paced. His long pillars sterching out to eat up the distance in quick strides, the ground seemed to be nothing, while orbs scoured the terra for the scent-makers still.
The stench of another stallion grew, as well as the scent of heat did. Zane slowed, finally stopping, orbs spotting the makers. A liver chestnut mare, she seemed spirited and strong. Her makings were for that of a strong colt. Good. he thought, orbs leaving her only as he saw a piebald figure rear above the fems' back. Oh, hell no. She's mine. he thought, a cackle rising from his vocals as he gathered his huge mass to charge forward. It didn't matter to him who he hit, as long as he did hit. Something at least. Rearing, off to one side of the painted draft, large daggers struck out, ivories bared, as well could be noted the feirce expression that was wore apoun Zanes' elegant, yet intimidating features. The cackle was out now, and he was determined to fight this colt untill only one was left standing and only one would keep this mare in their herd.
Muse; Pretty good ^^
Word Count; 506
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Post by D.evious on Apr 24, 2009 18:32:59 GMT -5
Erebus rolled his eyes as the other stallion approached, who was obviously furious at the piebald stallion's daring approach. This colt could try, but it wasn't likely he'd succeed. "Last time I checked, you weren't a herd leader around here," he neighed at Zane - "It's every stallion for himself, and if you'd like to chicken out now you'd save yourself a lot of trouble," With the stomp of an ebony hoof, he struck out at the stallion with a foreleg. "Don't say I didn't warn you,"
He flicked a bicolored ear backwards, before swivelling it to the right to check for bystanders. The autumn air was quite moist, signaling a coming storm and a hard winter. He could almost taste the blood of the coming fight - mm, salty. The best way a stallion was, in his opinion - as in, most deserved to be dead. Erebus glanced to the side, where Sonora still stood furiously.
ooc | my muse is meh x] I'm out of descriptive words ~
* goes to look in a thesaurus *
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Post by ;; S O N O R A on Apr 25, 2009 6:00:57 GMT -5
S.O.N.O.R.Ax [x] hear my whispers in the dark... I skittered sideways as Eberus reared up behind me, lashing out with my back hooves in a buck. He could try and get his seed inside of me, but he would ahve a fight on his hands. As the scent of another stallion rolled over me, I snorted in fear. I had a feeling this was going to come down to a fight. My ears lay flat against my skull as I slowly back away, shaking with terror as the two stallion's faced each other off.
I had a feeling they would both be to preocipied with fighting eachother to notice me leaving, so I turned and started running. I was scared. I didn't want to give birth to a foal. And I had never been bred before. I had heard rumours of how painful it was. I didn't stop running, but I was slowing, tireing. I had no idea if any of the stallions had followed me. And then a dark thought entered my head.
What if they both joined together and took turns raping me? I had heard of it happening before. But no, they wouldn't, afterall, they were proabbly fighting to the death now. I slowed, my flanks heaving as I fought for breath. I shudderd and turned to face the way I had come, so if they had followed, they wouldn't be able to sneak up behind me and mount me.
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Post by Dreambig on Apr 25, 2009 22:45:46 GMT -5
Zane laughed at the pathetic painted colt who dared to challenge him. THe sound was harsh, and held no sounds of regret nor remorse - or any other feeling for that matter.Heavy forelock was thrown aside as the ebonite bronc tossed his dial aside in a powerful swing, not trying to hit the pinto, but who's to say he didn't? After the forelock was removed from sight, an onlooker could see the cold, harsh gaze that held his orbs, the stance in which his bod was held displayed nobialty. The scars slaying across his pelt proved his battles, wins and loses. "Indeed colt, I am no herd leader. I am the leader of the north." he snapped with a feirceness. Lanterns had grown cold now, the coldness that was held within was enough to melt the polar caps. "Ha." he snapped, in fake amusement, "No leader backs down, a newborn colt knows that much." he snapped. Lips moved back to reveal the ink hued broncs' strong molars. The pinto had made a lame attempt to strike him, and a cackle rose with-in the blacks' throat. "You call that your best, colt? he sneered, making a half-rear, careful not to reveal his stomach. Flints struck out, meeting air, and perhaps flesh as teh time ticked by, a fight was coming. Awsome. This should be fun. his thoughts growled with-in, displaying themselves with a smirk apoun his maw, backing a couple of steps up, daring the paint to take the first move. "Go on. If you want the mare, you will fight for her. Prove your worth, for as of now you are nothing more then a worthless excuse." he snapped, holding his stance tense, muscles bulgded and rippling with every movement the large baron made. Granite orbs noticed the mare slip away, but he knew she couldn't get to far, he would look for her after this was over with.
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Post by cooks on May 12, 2009 11:00:26 GMT -5
Run.
I felt as if a drum had grown inside my chest, and was being pounded on. It was so loud that the sound pulsed into my head, forcing it's way in, pushing my thoughts away. I shivered, legs going cold as my hooves raced over the wasteland, nostrils flaring as they tried to nose the other beasts that stalked the land.
Sweat trickled down my flanks, each drop bringing another thought into my head, even though they were nearly all the same one. Run. My ebony and dark butter coat shone, but it was grimy and battered, with wounds lurking behind the longest hairs, trying to to be seen. My hazel optics scanned the barren land as I tried to block out the pangs of hunger coming from my gut. I hadn't eaten in days, maybe even weeks. Or at least that's what it felt like.
Scents bulldozed their way into my tan muzzle, letting my know that there were others here. Two males, fighting, and one mare... running? My heartbeat quickened once more at the thought of another like me. She was in heat, near two colts. I could help. At least, I thought I could then. Until my tiny mind remembered that I too, was in heat.
I gulped. Coward, I thought too myself. Can't even hep your own kind! Then I realised my biggest mistake ever. The streaks of wind that rushed across the wasteland were behind me. And carrying my scent to the stallions. I cursed, turning, ready to run again. But then I hesitated. I would help the other mare.
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