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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 21:46:20 GMT -5
He also rolled his visions at her. Why was she the one who he had to be stuck with. But he could always kill her, put her out of her and his miisery. Once her heard her remark, he shot a sharp glance at her. Harks laced and his detals showed. He snapped the air in warning at the minx. She shouldn't get smart with him.
The harem mover forwards a little as he to made a smart comment to the scarred minx. Only one word comes to mind when i see or think of you, wrench. Only one word. Half way into his words he turned to the small tunnle, but it was no use, it was only big enough for s foal to crawl through.
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 26, 2006 21:54:09 GMT -5
time is running out...
the tunnel was very very small... maybe too small. towers laced back and ivories showed. she snapped at him, just to warn him. she wasnt one that he wanted to mess with. the contessa stepped towards him, out of the light. if she stood in the shadows, maybe she would find another way out. dial snapped around and fire seemed to flicker in her glassy orbs. 'and whats that word, brute?' she glared at him, but figured it was no use. this was hopeless.
...will you be there when it ends??
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 22:14:53 GMT -5
He couldn't stand it with her. She was annoying, a poser, a peasant and everything he wasn't and it truly bothered him. With a rear in the cavern and he struck out abruptly twards the little wrench. He hoped in making contact but he didnt' know if he would. Once he gave the warning he kept him audlits lashed tightly upon his skullery and his sepratine arched as he spoke. I think you might be offended, so i'd rather not. aggitiation filled his voice, as his icy vocals spat a harsh tune. He smirked at her, cocking his skullery. With a whiping of his bod, he moved out along the ledge where they had fallen too. It was too high up to jump but there had to be a way out. He looked to the side of the ledge and stared infear. There was a corpse. only the bones showed, the rest had desinagrated. Maybe there wasn't a way out.
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 26, 2006 22:38:55 GMT -5
time is running out...
the little minx smirked, he could think what he wanted to. she backed up as he reared up, striking out. but she wasn't quick enough, because one of his daggers smashed into the side of her serpentine. the crushing blow was towards the top of her boa, near her poll. she staggered, before falling to the ground. just as fast as it had happened, a crimson liquid came pouring from the wound. it flowed down her nape, then dripped onto the cavern floor. she stood up, glaring at the brute. 'fine. be that way.' frown was fixed upon her pretty features, and her whipcord beat her sides, even though there was no bloodsuckers. the liquid continued to pour from the wound, making small puddles on the hard, baren ground. as he started with fear, she followed his gaze. it was a scary sight, indeed. she must find a way out.
...will you be there when it ends?? like whoa!! my museyy came backk!!!
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 26, 2006 22:53:09 GMT -5
He didn't care about the wound he had made upon her serpatine, and he realy didn't care about the carcass either, he has lived long enough and it was only a matter of time before it truly was over. But he didn't want to waste his time here withher. The harlot walked back into the cave and laid his crimson bod upon the dusty cold ground. he was just going to ly there. and wait.
Ransome had dozed for a couple of hours but suddenly awoken when he felt cold and icy. The whole plains were covered in a blizzard snow. His face was frost bitten and his hair seemed to stand up. So much for warmth. He cowded himself into the back of cave in search for anything. He would starve, and his only memories would be of the wrench who hadn't even given him a name.
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 26, 2006 23:19:42 GMT -5
time is running out...
the vix laid herself next to the cove's wall. dropping to the ground, she tried to stay warm. curling her pillars up under her, she tried to keep warm. she seemed to doze for a couple hours, when a small kicking inside her woke her up. at first she ignored it. then it became consistant. she stood up and walked around, hoping to soothe the small little bundle inside her. but the kicking got harder, and once in awhile she grunted in pain. while she had been walking around, Ransome had awakened, obviously freezing cold. although she had one foal already, that birth had been soo painful and horrible. then came that feeling. a contraction gripped her abdomen, and it took all her strength not to scream out in pain. the next time she wasn't so lucky. as another contraction concealed her in pain, she couldn't hold it back. a long, sharp whinny of pain branched through the air. it was the type of scream that would send shivers up and back down your back.
...will you be there when it ends??
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 27, 2006 21:02:07 GMT -5
It all Happens..... As the stallion thrived for some warmth he coulsn't help but notice the wrenched uncomfortableness. He spun around slowly and walked twards the wrench. She was hot, sweaty and scurrying in pain. He sides pushed out from the foal barren in the sides of her. The was no escape. No hope. No room here for the foal. With the harsh winter seasons approching the foal wouldn't surviv, and maybe the wrench either. It was going to be be tough for her. Too bad he had no heart to care. But with a twing and a pull at his black frozen organ, he seemed to care, for the tinest bit.
Ransome stood there shocked as he saw the scream in pain, and lay on her side with a heavy flow of oxygon. He nudged her side with his tender velvets as he showed his soft tender side hardly. With cool tones and an icy glare and spoke with just a hint of tenderness in his voice. Are you okay.......? he didn't know her curse and he didn't intend to. This one was fiesty and hard to handle. They made a perfect match, but it didn't mean he had feelings for her......Did he? Just too quickly
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Post by p.sylence ♥ on Nov 27, 2006 23:17:29 GMT -5
time is running out...
the maiden was drenched in sweat, and her breath came in short, raspy gasps. the kicking increased, as did the contractions. each one was stronger and quicker than the last. her rib cage rose and fell with each short quick breath, once life-filled orbs were glazed over in pain. this was going to be tough. the foal was almost sure to die... as was she at this point. the winter was coming, fast and sure.
she barely acknowleged that the brute had touched her. finally the last contraction pushed the foal through, but not without a sharp scream from her. knowing what she had to do, no matter how much it hurt, she stood. bowing her crest, her pink tounge and soft velvets worked until the foal was completely dry. the colt was coal black, but no doubt would he lighten with age. his muzzle was a slightly brown color, meaning that he would be a black bay when he was older. the birth had been premature... very much premature, so early that she was supprised that the foal was even living. but he was a strong one already. on his third attempt, he was on his feet. after one more fall and a couple wobbily steps, he reached under her womb and drank. that first time was important, because it held all the nutrients the foal needed. she was exausted, but stood standing until the colt had finished. then, with a grunt she lowered her bodice to the dirt once again. the youngling came and laid next to her, where she could keep him warm. the colt, after his exausting efforts, went quickly to sleep. she laid her dial next to his, but her oculli followed Ransome. yes, they were a perfect match. but she didn't have feelings for him. she still loved Lash, even though he was gone. maybe it was time to let go.. but she refused to let herself love this brute. but, had she possibly already fallen for him???
...will you be there when it ends?? dun... dun... dun. to be continued---- haha. lmao.
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Post by Tear.dr0ps on Nov 30, 2006 8:55:35 GMT -5
His once ebonit coat was frozen with the damp snow, that turned his peltage an icy white figure. He walked back inside the cave to see the mare in destress. Once the foal was on the icy ground he could see it was a little one, but fully formed....on the out side. His deep ebonite peltage matched the great bronc here, and the colts muzzle showed he'd once be a bay. When the wrench laid down he seemed to be a little drowzy himself, so slowly he drifted off to sleep. Dreaming about the colt days he had when he was young, how much easier it was to fall in and out of love without geting hurt. He didn't want to fall in love, but maybe he had, but maybe too quickly.
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