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| ƒierce | Jun 28 2013, 12:34 PM Post #1 | ||||
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i've not yet begun to defile myself.
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TEMPTATIONi feel a sin coming on The form of the young maiden strides forward through the woods, a smirk of superior confidence present on her dark lips. Eyelids close over her optics, then they open again to reveal the golden shade of her irises. The distinctly Arabian form of the mare continues forward, her movements proud and elegant. As she steps into more direct Primelight, the dapples along her neck, barrel, and hindquarters become glaringly apparent. Despite her young age, this mare was no spring chicken. She was no juvenile just leaving the nest. This mare had long been away from home, only returning to rip her father's throat out. But, just by looking at her, one would never have suspected that, only months ago, she had killed two stallions older than her. Oh, how she could hide her cruelty, her malice. The onyx length of her tail seems to float behind her as she saunters forward, neck arched beautifully. As if she needed anything to draw a stallion in. She was the very picture of beauty and allure: a sleek and limber physique, dished profile, keenly muscled, dapples accentuating her feminine curves, and golden eyes to lure them in further. Her Arabian form dances forward, every movement excrutiatingly beautiful, every breath divine. How delightful this experience would be. Her form slows to a standstill, gold eyes flashing. Hopefully these boys wouldn't bore her too much. sweet temptation all over the placefemale . dappled bay . arabian . 16 hands . dark |
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| Poolpaw | Jul 1 2013, 12:22 PM Post #2 | ||||
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Q U A I N T Á **ѕσ ѕнσω мε ғαмιℓү** **αℓℓ тнε вℓσσ∂ тнαт ι ωσυℓ∂ вℓεε∂** **ι ∂ση'т ĸησω ωнεяε ι вεℓσηg** **ι ∂ση'т ĸησω ωнεяε ι ωεηт ωяσηg** **вυт ι cαη ωяιтε α ѕσηg** The paint stallion wondered into the homeless grounds, keen to take his time in choosing whom he'd take home with him - if he was even at all to take a mare home. The stallion walked proudly through the grounds, ignoring the mares who practically threw themselves at him. The stallion slowed his pace when he noticed a dappled bay Arabian making her way through the woods. He narrowed his eyes, curious. He did not advance, but instead watched her. She was alone - Quaintá grinned. As much as he liked competition, it'd be nicer for him to find his first mare without having to dig through the dirt for her. Not that he expected to simply pick up a mare and take her home. The stallion was picky, and he had his expectations for those whom he brought into his herd. He continued to watch the mare, who seemed content in showing her true beauty. A curious feeling grew inside of the black overo, as he wondered how her personality would shine through. He did not care whether he claimed a light, neutral or dark. But somehow, the dark grin that was spread across the mares mouth seemed to indicate that she wasn't the most pleasant of all equines. But he approached her, still. "Afternoon, m'lady" He spoke with a deep voice, not too dominant but not at all submissive either. "I am Quaintá of Signil's Noose, and you would be?" He asked politely, giving the pretty mare a tip of his large head. The fifteen three hand was ever so slightly shorter than the mare, but he didn't care. His ears swivelled as they picked up the noises around him. He watched carefully for any other equines who may approach, whilst waiting for the Arabian's response. Quaintá * Stallion * Neutral * Paint Horse * Black Overo * Amber Eyes * Signil's Noose Edited by Poolpaw, Jul 1 2013, 12:23 PM.
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