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[bg=001F2A][atrb=width,449,true][atrb=border,0,true] Whiskey eyes scanned his surroundings, and he tried to ignore the feeling of disgust at the drying sweat clinging to his ebony coat. Delicate skull in the air, he trotted forwards, feet dragging the ground due to exhaustion. And how he hated himself for his weakness! Why should he not continue, to the point of dying? Grunting under his breath, he pushed himself into a gallop, muscles straining and foaming at the mouth. Why he played such tricks with himself, he would never know. Unless he was secretly a god on earth, which he highly doubted, there was an end to his endurance. Chest heaving, he paused, brilliant eyes alight in the dark. The stallion enjoyed pushing himself, knowing his boundaries. In a world so uncertain as his, it was the least he could do, was it not? Without motion he was thankful for the chilly breeze despite the season, flying his charcoal banner and stopping his coat from becoming more perspiration flecked. Ick. Shaking himself, the appaloosa and thoroughbred mix moved again, taking a deep breath through his flared nostrils. He could taste salt, and he loved the sea. The darkness, the tranquility, the unstoppable force, incorruptible. Shaky stilts carried him to where his hooves met sand, and he sighed, the sound carrying sweetly. The water met him with the force of bricks on his exhausted, pained canvas. The freezing temperature pricked every centimeter of his body and he shivered, delving deeper into the ocean. Even though he knew it would not quench his thirst, he took a mouthful of the salty water and rolled it around his mouth. Before long he could barely keep his handsome head above the waves, and he turned, heading back to shore. As the sixteen point one hands tall, and leggy, stag dragged his fatigued carcass onto the shore, falling to the thankfully soft land. But, being naturally wary by nature and learning from experience this was from the best, he got to his feet and meandered over to a dry stretch of grass, tugging at a few strands. Blinking his bright eyes blearily, the stag held his tail high and waited for someone to come across. But the question was, did he want to be his usual nasty, sadistic self, or was this new place a new beginning? Snorting his amusement, he shifted his weight from one small hoof to the other, lean, muscled frame very much thoroughbred despite his half appaloosa blood. He definitely took to his fathers side- in looks, and personality, apparently. And he was sure his mother adored that, since she loved his father so dearly. A certain slyness in his eyes, a dark smirk twisted the corner of his lip. Well, he had no clue whether he was like his sire, for he had never met him. Sighing gently, his twins perked, the stag moved on, aware of his surroundings. Would someone be so kind as to join him on this fine, fine night? Admittedly, he could use the lack of company, to clear his thoughts. He should be venturing once again into Exhaltia, his rightful... Homelands, but his cowardice is holding him back. Stamping his frustration, the stallion lashed his weeds against his white splattered rump, anger lurking in his frame for his own emotions. So weak! Snorting, he stopped his movement and waited. Black Snow - Stallion - 10 years - 16.1hh - Bio link here

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/kickthecat/fmid.png] someone save me, if you will ! and take away all these pills ! Twilight twinkled down on me, basking my frame in star-sheen. It suited me well, playing off my silver locks and glowing silver eyes. The ends of my russet hairs seemed to cling to the moonlight, enveloping me completely. I had always been partial to a cloudless night - I know just how spectacular it makes me look. I am a goddess of the night, a child of the stars. It's my element in every aspect. A sultry smile lit up my face as I stood along the shore, seducing Luna from oh so far away. But the lady always favored me, longed to feel my supple curves beneath her ray fingers; but they passed through me like a ghost. I leaned into her touch, a low moan under my breath. We were both yearning but kept so far apart. It was so sad. I felt the despair well in my chest and I could sense Luna's own anguish. One day, love. And until then, her glowing embrace would be the only token of our relationship. Waves lapped gently at my hooves, wetting me to my ankles with a light misting spray dappling the rest of me. Up ahead, I caught sight of a disturbance. I squinted my silver eyes - trying to see who dare interrupt my "personal" time with the moon. He was hard to make up, obviously a dark colored horse spare his ass which shone alabaster in the night. I watched him a long moment. He was peculiar. I could smell the sweat running off his lank frame but still he seemed to find the effort to continue. He ran into the ocean just a few feet ahead of me - oblivious. After a brief romp in the waves he collapsed on the bank. Exhausted? I would have thought but as soon as he was down, he was back up again. He grazed a moment and the frustration seemed to consume him. Finally, he got control of himself and finally he stilled. I moved slowly toward him, taking my time, enjoying the breeze as it played blew back my long, waved gunmetal tresses, tickling my sensitive skin with their tips. I cast an affection glance up at Luna and moaned lightly, still yearning, still alive with the wonder of it all. But now I had a delicious boy in front me. Delicious indeed. I stopped a little ways before him, feigning shyness. A look of innocent blanched my features. I must have looked rather cute their with the moonlight doing me all that good. He was older than me slightly, and all the stress he was apparently under seemed to age him more. None the less, he was startlingly handsome. He was very lithe and the smell of raw sweat was erotic. His colors contrasted and his eyes were a bright hazel. I think I liked them the most. Pretty eyes always does a handsome face a lot of good. I smiled at him almost hesitantly. I was being much more guarded than normal - the closeness of the moon and the serene beauty of the night calming the infernal fires that always lick away at me on the inside. "Oh... hello. Reserved beauty concealed there, vocals very soft and whispery. One might even mistake me for a soft, affectionate lady. Ha!

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[bg=001F2A][atrb=width,449,true][atrb=border,0,true] While Black Snow was anything but childlike in his antics, there was a certain quality to him that was adolescent in spirit. When something was going the way he wished it would not, temper tantrums were evident, and were then consumed by his sulky antics. Take where he was made slave. He did nothing for a very long time, feeling 'victimized', or lazy, in other terms. Shifting from foot to foot and knawing at his lip, the stallion's ears flickered back. That creeping feeling of being caged was upon him again, and he did not like it. Thinking quickly, Black Snow tried to think when else he got such a sensation, as there were nothing to chain him here. This beach was a god send. Butterscotch eyes watching his surroundings, the stag swore he caught a glimpse of movement, of a being bathed in the pale light of the moon. Distressed, he took a few quick steps back before pausing to collect his scrambled thoughts. He was a large, tall, brutish stallion. What could harm him? A great deal of things, his travels had taught him, but he chose to ignore that fact. Shining pelt, still wet from his swim, appeared to tense as the muscles beneath his glossy coat bunched in anticipation. Because despite his cowardice, Black Snow adored combat. Blood thirsty, sometimes literally, the thought of fighting once more sent hot, exciting adrenaline through his limbs and his foreleg shot out, and he arched his neck to touch his ankle. Quite the showmaster, he enjoyed the chance to be admired, if even by someone who he would soon relish ripping flesh from. But it was not a stallion, but a luscious vixen, who stepped out. And while slight disappointment panged in his brutal side, he flicked that aside at the thought of company from his favourite gender. Oh and she was lovely! Lush sorrel coat, and silvery strands of banner and weeds, the pale shade only more enhanced by the gracious kiss of the moon. Eyes showing his appreciation, his ears perked forwards at her words. The females tones were so in contrast to her sultry allure he smiled, a caution bell ringing inside of his handsome skull. The brute advanced with slow, deliberate steps, placing each hoof with a delicacy that betrayed his own masculine appeal. Soon he was but a few feet away, kisses poised to speak. "Hello, lovely. What is such a beauty as yours, name?" The stallion asked, lyrics a husky purr. He liked to push things further than he should, if only for a reaction. And frankly, her abundant strands of silver hair intrigued him. Stepping to her side quickly, he reached out and aimed to tug at her curious locks, before the thoroughbred and appaloosa mix darted back, hopefully before she could nip him. Not that he was adverse to love bites. Stepping back to face her, he smiled sweetly, impishly. "My name is Black Snow, beautiful. Would you mind, too much, if I could keep your company this night?"The large brute mused, not really caring whether she did. This female was an interesting specimen he was sure he must inspect. Still, she might enjoy his inspection more if he was polite. Notes; thank you for replying mani! this is going to be... Interesting, to say the least. Black Snow - Stallion - 10 years - 16.1hh - Bio link here

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/kickthecat/fmid.png] o take some action ! don't let the undertow grab hold ! Tempered as they may have been, those the flames can only withstand so much pressure before combustion. Actually, they are so easily ignited. I'm belligerent almost and quite irascible. It was a wonder, a true god send (more than the beach), that I stood here to patiently, looking so sweet. Do note, sweetness is not usually an adjective used to describe me. Sexy perhaps, or terrifying. Sweetness is something new I'm trying on for show. Of course the charmer approaches me boldly, worn out lines falling like church hymns from his lips. I have to work hard to stifle a yawn and instead blink dumbfoundly up at him. oh really? beauty? me? -insert excited giggle here- Gag. My patience can only take so much. I felt myself awakening, becoming increasingly aware. Oh the audacity! Stupid stallion went to snag at my cherished silver locks. My silver eyes narrowed at him, nostrils dilating, my irritation quickly becoming apparent. I tense, listening to all he's had to say before I speak for myself. My name is Ferratilis. And perhaps I would not mind your company for a night, if you can entertain me in good spirit. A devilish grin slowly slides onto my lips. He's already tired, I'll stomp him out like a match on damp ground. I move toward him seductively, a low purr rumbling in my throat to match his own husky note. My eyes (completely silver having no pupils, though I am not blind) lock onto his teak ones, trying to get a good read. I press my side up against him. Thats it boy, feel those curves. I crane my head upward, letting it rest on his rump a moment and close my eyes, taking in a deep sigh, before skirting around him. "No one likes a sore loser, boy. Keep it in mind. I murmur alluringly, silky breath just inches from his ear, hot and steaming. I reach out my tongue ever so slightly, it traces the tip of his ear. And then I am transformed. A terrifying squeal rips from my lungs as I let those flames engulf me. I sink back onto my haunches, ears laying flat on my poll, forelegs striking out violently, aiming to strike the stallion on the shoulders, throwing all my weight down into painful blows. Painful - but not damaging. I truly don't seek to injure the stallion, just get a little high off adrenaline and victory. He's already so exhausted and I'm just getting started. Should be easy enough. I land, neck arching, muscles rippling in a way much too magnificent for a normal fem. I bare my teeth, but my expression is light and teasing, and draw my tongue over my teeth. Let's see how delicious he is writhing beneath my hooves. "C'mon, hotstuff. I can be wonderful company for a night. Earn it. My words are still dripping sex, my eyes alight with amusement.

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[bg=001F2A][atrb=width,449,true][atrb=border,0,true] Black Snow had come across mares like her before... They were undoubtedly the most fun. They were as manipulative and confiding as males could be, and the stallion thought it one of the most enjoyable games, working out their motives. At this purely fantastic revelation his falseness disappeared. It was like shrugging off a thick, glossy cover. All of a sudden he was much less... Sincere. Butterscotch eyes flickered off her and he acted unimpressed, as she is so clearly was with all this introductory nonsense. He watched her with a mild expression, a slight smile. As she spoke her name, he held his tongue, waiting for the vixen to lay her cards on the table. And of course she did. Females like this, so intriguing, were both unpredictable and the complete opposite at the same time. He acted startled as she pressed her solid shape against him, before shoving back with enough strength to possibly make her stumble. Golden eyes turned knowing and he spoke. "Oh I don't know. You're a little bit... Stocky for my taste. " He smirked, running whisky eyes critically over her frame. It was an insult, but he was purely playing, gauging a reaction so to understand her better. At her next words, so temptingly close to his ear, his amber eyes glittered, anticipation soaring through his muscles. While his gallop and swim had left him tired, the stallion could feel a second wind, as such, gathering in his limbs. Oh he adored feisty females. Catching her gaze, he became entrapped in her unique gaze, not as much of as an act as he would have liked. They were exactly like the moon above, hanging in her delicate red face, very hard to see her emotions. Pity. He would have liked to see her pain, fear, anger, in those luminous pools. "And vice versa... Ferratilis." He spoke these words in mockery, mimicking her lusty tones. Oh yes, he would enjoy her spite, should she be so generous as to give him any. At her high scream, he took a hasty, bewildered pitch backwards, before she was upon him. His reaction to leap away can't her ferocious blows caught his shoulder, but scraped rather than pumelled, scoring marks of angry crimson. Startled but humoured enough not to take her 'playful' antics seriously, he screamed back a challenge, pinning his ears. He would have loved the chance to act like this as a foal, but he was never allowed such a luxury. Ebony weeds lashing across his ivory rump, he too bared his fangs, mischief in his eyes. While at first startled by her attack, he quickly regained his composure and aimed for a retaliation, bright eyes flickering like flames with his obvious enjoyment. "Careful, Slut, or I will use you like one. " The stallion taunted, a smirk at the corners of his mouth. "Excuse me, that was uncalled for, wasn't it? Oh I am SUCH a sore loser." He purred, nostrils flaring. Fatigue forgotten except for a heaviness in his muscles, the blood of the wound the mare caused dripped down his leg. Noticing for the first time, he stepped very close to her, clinging to every edge of her, rubbing the red liquid on her coat and pretending to wince. "Ouch. That wasn't very nice." Black Snow crooned, dancing around her. As he rounded her backside, still fully pressing upon her sorrel hide, he whipped his delicate head around. Ten year old teeth saught for a rough grasp on her rump, hoping his incisors dug into her flesh, and dragged as he made his way back to her pretty little face. "You're a prostitute? Why, how convenient. What payment do you take?" The ebon stag smiled sweetly. Notes: I'm going to be really annoying and post all the time xD Black Snow - Stallion - 10 years - 16.1hh - Bio link here

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/kickthecat/fmid.png] i truly believe that the reason i'm here ! is to tell you the truth that your ending is near ! a bit stocky, hmm? I tsked with my tongue. why, you didn't think so just a moment ago. I reminded him lightly, words a wonderful pitch as they echoed in the silent night, silent spare our cries. I felt no pressure beneath his critical eye. I needed no reassurance to fuel my ego. I was completely comfortable in my own skin. Insecurities were not something I was familiar with. So instead of shrinking away from his gaze, I tipped my fine head and then threw it back up toward the moon, enjoying the wind that whipped back my tassels. I let the moonlight glint off my dangerous eyes, felt it fuel me further. I felt so invigorated - and truly, I sought only fun, not injury. His words met my ears and my harks flicked back on my poll, offended. A pouty expression washed over my face. Slut? I sneered. Tease, perhaps. But Slut? Not even close. It was then that I realized the foolish brute probably assumed I would have sex with him, either of my own accord or by his own force. I scoffed. He was so oblivious to who he was dealing with. "Why is it you so quickly jump to words that hurt, Black Snow?" There was a undertone of seriousness to my voice as I was truly curious of his motives. My head tilted to the side as I analyzed him, waiting for his response as he wove around me. Eyes flickered to the trail of blood he left down my skin and tentatively, I licked a small smear on my shoulder. His teeth, not quite unexpectedly, sank into the flesh of my rump, digging in just enough to bring my own crimson pooling at the surface. I winced, rump raising up in a small buck of protest, tail swatting vigorously, probably just enough to spank him as he jumped away. Do notice, my words drip of compliment. In my head I'm trying to determine if his insult should earn him a more severe punishment or if I should simply let it slide, knowing his type, and knowing he'd probably never change anyways. Its not like he could ever force me to do anything I did not please and so far, at least to my knowledge, he's not touched once of my girls. He could insult me to his hearts content and I would never suffer. But should his sharp tongue seek to harm the spirit of one of my own, hellfire would be reigning down on his puny little world. Instead of retaliation with force, as I had previously planned, seeking to enjoy a bit of harmless bloodshed, I draw back. Now I sought to get a feel for his mind. And a stallion's mind is typically far too simple and yet I can never understand why they behave the way they do. I frown heavily at him, brow furrowing and take a great 'huffing' breath of disapproval.

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[bg=001F2A][atrb=width,449,true][atrb=border,0,true] Oh, the confusing world of courtship. Not that he would call this meeting courtship, as such. No, he had yet to actually determine what this strange scene was. However, he was obliged to smirk at her unworried tones. Apparently the vixen had no qualms, no insecurities about her appearance. Retort, continue playing, or end the game, was the question. Fine whisky eyes darting out to sea, briefly, he opened his charcoal kissers. "The moonlight flatters, my lovely. However, in your case, I do not believe it has exaggerated your beauty, as such." There was some sincerity in his previous comment- the attractive stallion had a prejudice against draft mares. He wasn't sure why. Females had never damaged him, except one, and she had been as fine as a blade of grass. He often thought he just preferred beauty in a way similar to his own- and opposed the thought of one unlike him being attractive. Narrow minded, yes, but he had to have some preferences! Thankfully, this Ferratilis character was on the right side of heavily built. Still feminine. On that thought, it was perhaps because he considered brutish builds as masculine, and since he was purely straight, a large built female was unattractive. Or, more reasons still, because the stallion who kept him as slave was a draft, and therefore any associations with cold blooded equines were less... Pleasant for him. Butterscotch eyes danced at her reaction, a small smile threatening his lips. He always enjoyed reactions, and considering her lack of one after he insulted her appearance, he wondered why it was so great. Shifting his weight, he tossed his delicate skull, a small victory parading inside his head. "Oooh. Don't like that word do you?" He murmured, voice a sweet purr. His cords lashed against his white splashed rump, and the stag bounced about, trying to keep warmth in his limbs. Oh well. To be perfectly honest, he liked how tonight had played out and even if he did not 'get lucky', as such, it was still well worth it. This whole situation was intriguing, but more than he knew. "Where do you live, Ferratilis?" He mused, brushing his velvet muzzle ever so lightly down her neck. Why did he jump to harsh words? But he wad being sweet to her. His words were false. "Vixen, they shouldn't hurt the likes of you. I am only playing." He smirked, cocking his ears towards her. It was when he was speaking to a stallion, a mare he disliked, or someone not so pretty, when his words were actually vicious. However, a curious expression of sweetness played across his face. He meant no harm... Not yet, and perhaps not to her. There was something in this interesting mare that intrigued him more than the classic one night woman, and frankly, there was steel within her that made him unsure whether to cross her. Not that he had every been, or was likely to ever be, afraid of a vixen, but even so. Ferratilis was not one to be messed with. However, her blood on his teeth sent vigor through his ten year old frame. As her silver-lit tail lashed at his face, he grinned cheekily, also springing his hind legs into the air. He did not aim to make contact with her sorrel flesh, and there was a certain playful youth in his antics as he trotted around to face her. Large butterscotch eyes held mirth, and despite the blood on his ebony kissers, he appeared rather friendly. ”As do mine, sweet thing.” He chuckled, front hooves leaving the earth slightly. He wanted a bit of fight, something to make his day more successful than it had been. Powerful muscles bunched under his slippery ebony coat, he pressed his weight into his hindquarters, forelegs pawing the air aggressively while his twins remained fixated forwards, a deep neigh rippling through his body. Landing again, he stood as stock still as she. What game were they playing? Whiskey eyes stared at her, refusing to drop his gaze, while his head tilted slightly to the side. ”What are you looking at, Ferratilis?” He murmured, taking a ‘tentative’ step. There was nothing unsure, untried, about Black Snow. While his voice was quiet, kind, her name was a subtle purr on his tongue, rolled around luxuriously. He mimicked her huff, amusement dancing in his eyes, and all sixteen point one hands of drawn out muscle tensed in anticipation. She was an odd puzzle, was she not? Notes: Sorry for wait! <3 Just got my computer back. Posting should be more frequent from here on in ^.^ Black Snow - Stallion - 10 years - 16.1hh - Bio link here

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[atrb=background,http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v308/kickthecat/fmid.png] pick yourself up, up off the floor ! wipe the tears from off your face! I felt myself rapidly depleting, tiring of this this nonsense all together. That was what the last several years had done to me. Prior, my antagonizing would have been relentless. I would have fought the brute and had him shuddering at the base of my hooves. But I only regarded him with a bored "i've heard it all before" kind of expression. I sighed heavily, eyes dulling. Ears flicked back and weight shifted onto my haunches as I watched his dramatic rearing display whilst trying to stifle a yawn of my own. "I hail from the dominion Faerival, boy." I paused as I felt something stir within me. The power seemed in from my heart, cursing out through my veins, igniting me. Truly, I was fascinated with myself. There was not an ounce of uncertainty in me. This stallion before me was such a trivial, minute gnat. His existence was worthless to me, spare a few fleeting moments of entertainment. But those too had already came and went. "And I stand at it's head." I spoke in a way that commanded attention and my body visibly straightened before him, neck arching slightly, harks flicking forward once again, solid silver eyes hardening. I took a pointed step toward him, jamming my mug in his direction curtly. "And on that note, I suggest you watch what females you betray. I can handle your nonsense but I will not tolerate the slightest insult in the direction of another." My words were a low, deadly snarl, lips curling back over my teeth in certain warning. Now this, this was no game to me. My words resounded in grave sincerity across the silent night 'scape. And it was apparent this was no empty threat either. I stalked toward him another step, ears laying flat across my poll. I reached up slowly, letting my lips hover outside his ear, breathing hot, saturating breathes. And I whispered. "I'm looking at living ghost, if you can't mind your place." A fatally low hiss, I slowly drew back, leaving a cold emptiness in my wake. Eyes regarded him coldly. I was done playing, just as quick at that. Perhaps it was better to entertain me further so as not to see this severe side of me, but Black Snow had failed at mirth and now this was the effect. I snorted at him and just like that I turned around, silver tail lashing with a small snap on my flanks and stalked off, melting back into the misty darkness until I was completely concealed, and then gone.

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[ok so sorry I ended this but wasn't sure it was going so I thought it'd be more interesting to leave Snow with a warning and see how he takes it. I am certain they will meet again, and would like for them too, perhaps when/if Black Snow slips up, which he probably would reading his character bio. lol hope you don't mind how i ended this? know it was quick ]

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