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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2015 17:50:33 GMT
I'm but a ship stuck in the sand. She'd been a member of the islands for nearly a year now, a strange year of new beginnings. The lush green, sea salted island was nothing like her familiar mainland. Aife missed the evergreens most. The sea's constant presence, however, was becoming a welcome morning thought. Her hair hung in tendrils now, coated in the salt and sand of the lands and sun bleached by the relentless atmosphere. Her muscles were more toned than ever as well, a combination of her relentless wandering and the sinking sand and vegetation that was inescapable. It also could have been her maturation. She was a full fledged mare now, inarguable to all, and experienced in far more than she should have been. A certain illness seemed to have taken over. The rose color she wore on her white lips was ever present now, a last whisper of her victims A silent cry of remembrance, and a warning to whoever was next. Her curiosity controlled her, drove her. It wouldn't be long now and whatever was itching, her souls lost feeling, would be settled. She longed to be found, though she knew not why or when she'd become lost. - #xxx. -
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- muse. rusty first post. It'll get a lot better.. -
- notes. come play with her!- MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 |
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Aug 2, 2015 3:24:48 GMT
just putting a little note her that i'mma reply to dis asap ayyy <3
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Aug 8, 2015 1:34:50 GMT
I ONLY CALL YOU WHEN IT'S HALF PAST FIVE, THE ONLY TIME THAT I'D BE BY YOUR SIDE
The stallion descended the golden dune toward her, ivory tresses rolling over his broad shoulders, long enough to even touch the small of his back. His voice was loud over the gurgling of waves crashing against the beach, carrying with the island breezes, making the trees sway every which way. Lucien thinks she is pretty, safe to say. But it's the little tint of red as it stains her porcelain maw that excites him somehow, a deep part of him that he has never questioned before. As he thinks of it, he knows. Luci is no unfair man, but he is his fathers son, and she has nowhere to go from here. From her scent, he can tell that she has been here long. It's the same scent he noted the hour of his coming, it had been almost stale by then.
The dunalino comes to a slow stop, giving her some space. Lucien stands tall and his silver eyes are burning, beckoning her closer if she so dared. With all his love for Invidia, he was a man who knew what he wanted. Luci would kiss the blood right off her lips if he knew her name. So he composes his excitement, curls his lip up in a grin and looks down at Aife. "It's dangerous business, crossing unknown borders. So, tell me pretty girl ... Are you the fox, or are you the hare?" She will be his.
@nala | hehehe hiii finally. |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2015 17:19:00 GMT
the next time you feel the instinct to help someone, you might consider crushing them instead. Walking along the beach, the mare swayed in and out of the oceans tides. It wasn't boredom that clung to the outer fringes of her mind, yet she felt a sort of nostalgia encroaching on her peace and it made her uneasy. Afie was an intellect, though a twisted one when it all came down to the wire. She needed stimulation, of any sort, to keep her wits about her, and it seemed that the islands were lacking in just that for the time being. A true shame for those inhabiting its sandy banks and whimsical forest habitat. With a blink she paused her thoughts and focused on the foreground. He entered the seen quietly, his hooves brushing nearly silent against the dune he slid down. His beauty mimics the surroundings in a play on the browns and tans of the earth. His strength checked her brain and she blinked at the thought of her own weakness. It was a chip she didn't need to fall upon her shoulder in this time. She loathed the very thought of it. She wasn't, however, weakened by his approach as he slowed to a stop at a reasonable distance. Her ears quivered at the sound of his voice, their first engagement of many. He was dark, he was deep, he was what he brain was sparked by. A lustful interest that would surely get her adult body splattered in the blood of her own veins. Her pink lips twitched, and her active tail quieted. "It may not be in your best interest to consort with wolves." She paused, her gaze sharpening against the sunlight. "For we wolves demolish foxes with our mere beauty and hold hares prisoner for our mere entertainment." She stood with poise as the poison dripped from her corrupted lips. She wanted this man, and all that he would provide for her wolfish desires. - #xxx. - - WHIPSTER. - - muse. oooooh i like them- - notes. x!- MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 |
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Aug 15, 2015 19:23:41 GMT
I ONLY CALL YOU WHEN IT'S HALF PAST FIVE, THE ONLY TIME THAT I'D BE BY YOUR SIDE
She spoke, and shivers are sent flying down his spine. All thoughts of his beautiful Invidia are suddenly lost. Complete focus on Aife, exhaling a cruel laugh, shaking his head so that his curls bounced around carelessly. "And what if I told you I was here for your entertainment?" He asks, silver eyes wide and skeptical, almost challengingly. Lucien doesn't feel suffocated by standards standing near her, he is nothing and she does not need to know. All that mattered is someone else might have known how it felt to live with his mind.
@nala | heh |
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Post by Deleted on Aug 17, 2015 3:57:30 GMT
the next time you feel the instinct to help someone, you might consider crushing them instead. She had an affect on him, that was certain, though it was unclear if this took place via a strength our weakness within the stallion. She watched carefully as he quivered a twitch in her presence, carefully calculating the source of each tiny muscle spasm. All the while the mare stood gracefully and proud, her body glistening in the sun and her tendrils of blonde dancing in the breeze. Aife was an expert at the facade of living life as a wolf. Her beauty didn't bite until it was right against your skin. His voice returned with a haunted, challenge, but Aife sensed a certain reluctance or fear behind it. He stood off, quivering like a child, but there was a shadow behind his eye's that intrigued her. "What pleasure do wolves get from sheep?" She boldly returned, flashing her own shadowed eye's as she took a side step towards him. "A snack to devour, should you choose to rest your offer." His smell was less distinct, though familiar from the recent weeks. She'd never seen him on the mainland, but the islands were definitely knew to the stallion. She remained silent as she watched him get closer with each of her purposeful steps. A snack he was, though she was beginning to have intentions of a five course meal. To anyone unsure or frightened by a situation such as this, it would have felt like hours for Aife's descent, but it took only thirty seconds before she was inches away from flesh, pink stained lips hovering close enough for an electric shock should there have been a charge between them. She took, then, moving from his left shoulder down his belly and nearing his flanks, careful not to touch. She positioned her own body at an unreachable angle, taking but not giving a single thing. "A snack." She hummed when she returned to his shoulder. - #xxx. - - WHIPSTER. - - muse. oooooh i like them- - notes. x!- MADE BY VEL OF GS + ADOXOGRAPHY 2.0 |
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Post by Deleted on Sept 5, 2015 22:10:02 GMT
bump.  when you have time. |
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Post by WHIPSTER. on Sept 6, 2015 23:49:06 GMT
TO SAY THAT WE'RE IN LOVE IS DANGEROUS
MAJOR WORK IN PROGRESS
@nala | once i finish this up, i will pm you darling <3 sorry i'm so late |
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when you have time.