Twenty-four Shades of Grey

[Fajera]

_*^Twenty_four^shades_of^grey.

There were still steps. Broad ridges at a mere ghasted float within some sort of pitch like canvansed bog. Skilled flints slipping over what had held such rough stance beneath the stone like existance. Fajera. It was a light pound. The pitter patter of the unknown vermons, though there was much more ellegance encased in such vile outbreak. Pitty and mercy was recycled from the vocabulary years ago. Ever since such weak chains had been shattered, the doll of discolored dappled arising to something anew. One new species of beast, with nothing plotted for the future. She had not needed some well figured plan. She played by year. By crafty palms. Unsightly thoughts. That was her, though no one would know such. Dome was slung attentively forth, dangling by a thin strand. A thread. The obvious bobb a conclusion to such odd behavior. Broad seemed to slip from one slippery surface to the next, easily lurking for the time being as she had found it most pleasurable; just waiting to stumble upon something to catch the eye. A fine cut gem which would draw awe. Oh, but no one has brought such since him. The gallant which had brewed his home made lust towards her. The vile little thing. And she had known what happened to him, though the thoughts.. The memories were flooded from such train of thought. Nymph crazy enough to try and create a new foundation and act as if her past was but a mere book with the wrong ending. It was what mortals had shielded their eyes from. Pain. She thrived upon such. Devoured it as a young homeless and his free chocolates. It was the essence of pride which kept her captive though. wrong for another's sort of gay like accompany. Her own struggle to lead, for that was what she was born for. Dominance. It ran like a hot pack of rabid mongrels. She could never live on the bottom. It just wouldnt work, for you see, it was the past she was forgetting which strung her so tightly. A highly picked guitar. What doesn't kill you, only makes you stronger. Or so or so Bellane had stated. That mischevious and witty little babe. A magnet to beatings for her excessive splurge of venomous vocals.


Lock me up
And lock to doors
I came for one thing
Something that's yours
Not your heart
And not your keys
I came to toy with you
A tease


With an automatic swing of muscled hips, the broad was sided by some sort of damp rotting foliage form, lathered doll like frame slowly leaning against such soft nature with a rumbling sigh to tug at the vocal chords in which rattled some sort of panging reply. Now, personally, was not a fine time. The silver whisked was in a heavy seasonal throb, a natural beckon for male attention, though would one with a figure fall to such lame levels? Or listen to some desperate slob. Hah. It was the day of judgement. Maybe even doom. This trip to wherever would surely be an interest. A lonesome stud attempting to tame some wild banche, who in turn would need to tame he through a wild blast of sensational aromas. And with luck, she would rise above through the pleasing sort.. Or even better. Not getting any sort of attention, she being left to wander aimlessly for the next unknowing and innocent target of pleasured shred. A lone thin harli had flung forth in recieving some sort of awkward shrill, the other to fall poll wise with an aggrovated sense. Time to reveal the call's true revealer. Some sort of squaking bird form in need of attention. There was a huff to seep from the doe, aggrovated with such low life in which was alarming her. There then was a hustle, flowing rustle she had seemed to sound off with the shifting of heated weight, a low sigh being thrown into the clear atmosphere before a hind had been shuffled into a more relaxed state, feathery plume to be cast in elevation with the release of rich aromas. It was so mournful, this tranquil scene in which housed many desperate little china dolls, all lolling for any terms. Any slight factor of attention they could devour. It was a sad fact to be revealed, though all knew about such boundaries, and most of the male form had taken a high advantage over such. With their lame reign and all, they had collected all possible in hopes of spreading lineage or something of the matter. Putrid. The only reason she had found it quite a bore to follow another's steps. All she wanted was to be releaved. Releaved of the seasonal need, and the desire of her own blood to burst freely; no matter who's was melded as well. Just to be used as the next little brood. She had shame in such. Gender and all. Though it had not mad the achilles heal any deeper, more weak. She was too strong to let high walls crumble. The dominance factor falling into place once again. She had to rise above. It was her only chance of sin like life without anothers offspring dangling from the glorious flanks. Or from a fool, that was. For she had been her on reason. And she would get what she wanted before brutally beating another, only to flee into the darkness for her rise above. Her power shown. She would recieve it, plump bodice and all.


Though will you accept the challenge?
You seem so quick and witty
Of course you will attempt to win
Though I hold no pitty
Try me once
I'll only snap
Try me twice
And it's a wrap
Three times is out of the question
By then I won your head
For sanity is a term
Something you get when you're dead


With another thoughtful sigh there was appreciated silence. Perfection in art. Not another soul. How she loved such kinds of paintings. Without another's body to litter such vision, though the peace of outer mind would eventually be torn from each corner with an arrival she had soon expected. The reason for such grim like vocalization, in attempt to seem quiet, though she was far from such a character. Shy are we, my dears? Don't be cutting such wounds deeper by being tardy... All I am looking for is a moment of your time. She had echoed with little sinceriety. This lame society was a disgust, though maybe a masked citizen would show themselves. Maybe a drop worthy. It would leave her in utter shock. Maybe acceptance. Who knew. Rocks were hard. Though with enough throws, the soul could be shattered. Give me a good hit. Maybe you shall be thought of with a dim respect. Cord had lazily remained at a high perch, fully flipped to allow clean scents to slip with little effort. Oh, the poor thing. How helpless she had been. How eager she had been. For the downfall. With more pressure to the damp trunk, there were a few muffled cries. A sole plea from the foliage in the form of a snapping crack, a few moths hatching from their fluid-like eggs and creeping along the muscular boa of she, cradling the ghostly tendrils of she which had held a bouyant curl. Wound and perked. evidently with thoughts on the mind. Deep and churning. Plume was now fully flagged in pure sign of her strong sensational heat, the side of her thick cord neatly knit to the left flank in a natural beckon to any passing. As if she was ready, for what? No care. No fear. Except for the natural fear of the first timer. If she were to become the expecting dam, it would be a mix of tart and sweet emotion. Sadly, it was her need. Her desire. The small insects began forming an eerie glow against such frothy pearl rimmed flesh line. The broad femme quite luminous with the basking pitch, silently lurched forth. Awaiting some converse. No. Awaiting some spill. To unfold deeper into such cascading depths of winding obsidian. The very still life before, littered with glowing insects and small winding vermons in which harvest and whittled away at the roughly carved earth. Jagged and deformed. Mine. *

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OOC: 1,307 words. Copied from claiming, though it has been edited for the last time... Bored and blegh. Anyone may post, though please nothing at all graphic. Heck, you'll be lucky if I even feel like replying tonight. -yawns like slob-

[teufel]

_*^Only_power^comes_in^large_formats.

Whether it be the 7 lonely miles of path you endure or the days of grueling work, your dreams will come true. Look at the moon, the stars, and the sky. What will you tell me? The twinkling blanket that enveloped the night's atmosphere. I look to you and see greatness. You look to me and laugh. Your shallow, cold hearted soul shattering my world. If it was only a flash of a smile, the mere mention of a hello. A good morning. A good night. And my world would be complete. But the cruel glares that are sent my way. I just can't stand it anymore. The journey to power only comes in pairs. But how could that be managed if I walk alone. The dull, grimacing steps that bring me closer to what? What is it all for in the end. You cannot achieve greatness alone. Each lonely day that is spent in the darkness. Someday you will have to face the music. Step out into the limelight and awe your audience. Until then you sit on the bathroom floor, razor in hand. Wincing as each stroke against your writs cuts you deeper. All the pain and worries of the day bleeding out onto the towel that sprawled across the floor. All because you couldn't look me in the eye at all. I watch you from the dark corners and wish for you to be mine. To take me out of the darkness and show me the light. But then again, maybe you could join me in the darkness. Where I can show you my world. Are you up for the ride?

Rejected
since day one
My name is
bastard son
I've been damned
so many times I've lost count!
Blue collar
working man
Devices
master plan
Bi-polar
with a mental side arm

The large towering mascu of charcoal shading strode deliberately into the lands of intimacy. Where those you would speak of love and such come to mate and plant their putrid seed within their whores. What a laugh it was to see such foolish things. Then why had Teufel come? Preferring to stay in the darkness, he stepped out to face the music. Take a chance. All for one. You talk of such nonsense, winning their heart through sweet talk and playing their games. It was time to grow up my friends. You play ridiculous games but all for what? It so seems that you have figured out all of them. Think again my p'tite dove of steel shades, you haven't met me. Perhaps others like me. Just another impostor. You cannot mimic a great ruler. Even if he was one of draft lineage and thought he was the king of shit. Deal with it. Never bowing down to any but her. His memories were clear and conceded. The only one that was he wanted to be with. Who brought out the good side in him. For sure there would never be another like her, but he could darn well try instead of sulking in the corners. And here, standing in all her glory might be the next one.

I'm sick and I'm twisted
I'm broken you can't fix it
Don't make me, cause I'll do it
Red button then we'll all go

Nigrescent suzerain navigated the path between the emerald frondescence. Cerebrum weaved here and there to avoid the herbage that swung to wards him. Bulk pushed it's way through the obsidian thicket as he erupted into the clearing. Colossal pedestals marked his presence among such dirty terrains. Nasal passages flared as the corroding fumes of a bruja well into her guilt trip reached him. Acoustics arose from their stance atop his skull, pedates brought the brute to an immediate halt. Boa flexed ecstatically as he strained to view her. The many stains of ashen hue accented the gloomy calligraphic scenery. The attention of Teufel was put forth all into this minx. Excitable shudders coursed through his sinewy muscles, mug swung to hold against his chest as he began to march to wards her. Onyx pendulum trailed the broncs hind-quarters fretfully. A gruff hello escaped the parched labrums of him. Hello bitch. Fancy meeting you on such gloomy afternoons. What brings you here for such unwanted attention? No others dare step up to you in claiming. I haven't got all day, do speak up.

Contraption
made up of
Nuts and bolts
creates the
New monster
to burn your family tree down!
Tick-tocking
times up now
Split second
the world frowns
Lonely heart
never let nobody down

Fore limb reached out to strike the quagmire. Dull ooids watching the femora closely. Her reactions to another's presence. How would she counter-affect? Change of scenery and boom, you've got yourself into trouble. Let me save you from all this bullshit. I will not fret over you and sweet talk you into liking me. That is your decision. But heed my warning m'dear, things aren't always what they seem. Much could depend on such meetings as this one. So don't play as a fool, but play me as an equal. Because you can get yourself into mighty trouble if you don't. I come as a friend, not an enemy. All we can do is wait to see how this all turns out. Whether it be for the best, or the worst.

[Fajera]

_*^In_the^corners_of^this_box.

A low sigh of brewing annoyance was held throatily within the trapts, only fluttering from the cage of the belle through small wuffs and petite moans which were beneath her breath, being quite impatient to say the least of things. A sole fore flint had somehow found it's way before the armies trio, wound over the thick rotting log which had housed a few odd and glowing insects within their prime. A dusgusted and twisted expression had dwelled upon the vixen's features, a gruff snort to pull away the stiffening limb before she had spun upon the agile and muscled hinds to the sounds of another. Immediately, she had picken up a few facts about this equine, through many of the senses. Male; of course. Homeless; she knew it for he bore no odd scent of a home nor femme. Upset, maybe? Grieving; it was heard in his sloppy step. And lastly, quite stupid in himself. He obviously didn't understand where he had been, a place of lurking, not grieving nor sloppiness. He had been ambling quite loudly, the nymph of pearl shades to easily catch him from meters away. Slowly had she crept towards the wood's ending in which she had suspetected him to emerge from, the flints silently knocking over a few dried and deceased pieces of foliage, the sharp chasms to dance upon one; the oncoming. The black. A devilish smirk seemed to be smeared over her own features, an expression with many feelings and reasons. He could have been stupid, though he surely did not look it through appearance. Almost... A strong little mutt. And he had found her. A good job, indeed.

Congradulations
You find her in the night
Was it the glowing essence
Or your fear to run; your fright
Oh, not a bother
No worries now
We're both here on business
And I'll get mine anyhow

Harks began to smoothly twitch over the matter poll of she, bland scents flowing within the area; except for her own which had been distributed about frequently. The opposite was just feet from her, as if doing his best just to scope her out. Though had he even known? She had found him first. The devilish smirk remained upon the elegant features of she, slowly revealing herself from the darkened wood so that he had the chane to catch a better glimpse. Gentley had the belle slid from a small slope within the dense pocket of timber, plumage arising and fiddling with her own shanks for the moment as she had done so, dome to have been risen to a more regal and proud seeming angle, though nothing above his own; for she had not wanted to really pick much of a battle with the mongrel. Just get some information and interest. Anything to get attention upon her for a second at the least. The crisp molding was now revealed, though what would he even think of her? A first glance... A first impression. It really did mean much, now did it now? A fore limbs was strung in a beastly fashion forwards, cord smacking against her flank as the dock grew harder with the flagging and desire. Nimble she was. Slim and agile, though the bulk seemed a bit more muscled and heavier than the average twig-like belle. It must have been the Spanish blood which danced within her own oddly colored veins. The elegant dome grew to slump somewhat, the thick boa at a heaving arch to show her sort of interest and suprise into one package, though it was not all a please expression at that. The femme had learned this to be her home, as for a while. No one to really greet her, nor bother with her. And that was all fine. A deeper part of her just wished to be alone. Company was only a waste of fair breath and nerves. A gentle stroll had brought her towards the one of larger build, an almost gruff reply sent to him. "Find some better terms, mongrel. No femme would go by that, now would she?" A daring smirk had grown into a rude grin, plumage still sweeping over the pair of shanks with equal swoosh like sounds to be created. The nymph still somewhat impatient, though if he were to begin making converse, it would keep her mind off of the dull features around her and the bland lifestyle she had been going along with.

Peace is what they all want to make
But I am here for the havvoc
Show me something sad and morose
And we can put it in the back of our minds
Until another time
I'm sure another mirror could shed your light
And we can talk again
On the dying phone line
Until another time

A moments silence had led the belle to pipe up once again, flints siking into the loam slightly as she had regained her step and shuffled closer to the other, vaguely picking up his other aromas; none of which were from other femmes. "Though why do you question much? A child have we? Though if you must know; it is no bother. Wouldn't you grow a bit bored within the borders of claiming a well? Personally, I found it quite bland. Figured some more action could be brewed about these parts... Especially with such a season. And I think you may have things a bit mixed up, my dear. This is wanted attention. Though why are you here? Needing to offer it?" And it was all so true, sadly true. She wanted this attention, and sickly was driven to this place to end her madness of the spinning seasons around her. It was an instinct no stud could quite understand, but ever fem had held; only few being able to express it so easily. Though what was this hessian for, really? A joke, or was he actually offering some more attention to the belle, one thrown into the dust for no reasons. A short chuckle seemed to fly from the vixen as she had back stepped slightly, beginning to eye the stud nearly warily; though it was all in mock. He should have known a bit better that she wouldn't stick around these parts for long, nor follow him anywhere if he had taken an abrupt action to her. No, no. She was to leave quite soo. A limited time offer. *

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OOC: This post makes me gag. No muse, obviously.

[teufel]

_{*A corrupted young mind}

The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked. White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted. You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted. And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top. There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot. So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never. Because the dance with the devil might last you forever. I'm falling and I can't turn back. I'm falling and I can't turn back. His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate. His corruption had succesfully changed his fate. Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life. He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and felt stronger standing alone than with them[/i]. What he saw made him start the cringine studder. But then again there's alwayds the wicked at new and advanced. Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block. But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock. Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top. There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot. Cool, calm and collected. Sienna stained tabiries watched the seraph closely. Many cretaceous blends splashed her coat. Accenting the lucid obsidian that surrounded her sinewy build. Auricles swiveled this way and that as they stood in an ackward silence. Plumage flicked occasionaly across his flanks, ridding the ever infatuated mosquitos that took stance upon his bod. Onyx cloaking twitched irratably as his vision bore into hers. Searching for the answers. Titaniums gripped the quagmire below as his weight shifted from side to side. The ackward silence in the terra of intamacy was rather uncomfortable. He, Teufel had come searching for something. He thought he had found it. What was her name? Many questions wanted to slip from his vocals. Wanted to speak out loud. Would he ever know the answers to these questions?

Another knife in my hands
A stain that never comes off the sheets
Clean me off
I'm so dirty babe
The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes
I keep a book of the names and those

Although he wasn't an alpha of a terra; just yet.. Nor stalked by any. There was room in his busy schedule for change. Could this wrench of bold behavior be the answer? A wry smirk cracked his lucid facade, a devious grin boring into the souls of the witty. She could handle it. I beg your pardon femme. How foolish was it of me to mistake you as a bitch. Certainly you aren't one, yes? Ooids rolled loosely within their sockets. The harsh tone of sarcasm duely noted. Unless utterly stupid, she would understand. Would she? Could she? Invissible brow furrowed as he studied the minx closely. Pondering her questions. Dome tossed prudently. She could wedge just the few words into your brain and mess you completely. He knew how they worked. Slowly picking off your weakest points then diving in for the more challenging ones. She could work him over, but all for what? Nothing. Don't try and blind me minx with your foolish sexual intentions. I rather delay any moment of intamacy for someone as yourself in such predicament. I will not give you the satisfaction of attention. Atleast not in this form. I believe you are too good for such acts. True? Tongue lashed the few words from his mug. Snapping the gruff remarks back to her. Treat me as a lower life, and you'll get something else coming for you.

And we'll all dance alone to the tune of your death
We'll love again, we'll laugh again
And it's better off this way
And never again, and never again
They gave us two shots to the back of the head
And we're all dead now.

Auburn shaded lanterns narrowed as he briefly swept over her well built frame. Watching her as she shuffled closer to him. Her steel meshed pelt matching none that he had ever seen. The guilt aromas continued to float 'round them as they stood in silence once again. His masculine nature ignored the insane thoughts of raping the poor shrew. Control. Control. This is insane. All the attention for what exactly? To be planted with an unwanted addition. Stupid. Xanthippe, they call me Teufel. And what might they call you? Don't delay.I may not be an alpha of any terrain, but a battle for a land called 'Lemora' has been put on hold for a time being. This is where I battle for hiearchy position to rule. If I am to win this battle, I need an ess to perhaps become alpha. Hush now, ponder this for a while dear. There is plenty of time for such thoughts. Pan pushed roughly into her cage, butting her frame casually. Do not pull away. Harm is out of way. For now. Now my vile wrench, how can we make time pass quicker?

_{Might have taken interest*}

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[Fajera]

_*^But_shed^your_blazing^flame.

My oh my. I pitty the one with a selfish mask. Though I? I? Quite rude in myself? Haven't you understood the steps you follow, weak child? Oh, that was what she surely whished to throw at his face, right then and there, followed by a quick smack and push away; though it would ruin their small moment, would it not? He may have been quite lame in this all, though he... he would suit her well. Suit her like a fine jacket. Oh, and she would wear him alright. Wear his hide. Though for now? For the moment being? She would do her best to keep the claws tracted inwards; it would be for the best, anyways. He seemed pretty fine in his own world, as of now. But she would ruin this moment, quickly. Needing to speak up before he caught her into his stupid trance. "I told you, watch your terms... And your attitude." Plumage gentley began to swing from side to side once again as she had inched just a tad closer before remaining upon her own grounds, a low snort to bellow from the tumbling depths as he had begun to speak once more. Don't you ever shut that stupid mouth of yours?!

[/s] "A moment, a moment. I came along here, on my own, yet you still have mercy? Interesting... And you state that I am too good? For what? A small... Wish at that?" She chuckled almost warmly over the matter. This young steed was quite comical. Of course; she knew what this place was... She wasn't some sort of stupid little doe. She came here for a reason... She was surely lonely, and perhaps a moment of another's company, could lead to months for her. And she would be happy like that... For it was all a sick instinct some femme's held. The mothering type. She wished for something to keep her tracks fresh. And still, still! She was disappointed. But he could change it all so quickly. And as stupid as it had seemed; her future was dancing in his fingertips.

Twig to star
I was hit by lightning
Though don't try to revive this limp carcass
I think was bent
With the spirit to move on

Kissers slowly began to roll away from the pearly rock beneath, plumage slapping over the left flank before twisting neatly into an arch and lapping against the opposite of feminine shanks, the belle still seeming to examine this small catch of hers. Or should she think more on the larger scale? He was a bit more of bulk than she, the both seemed to have the perfect ammount... Weight shuffled into correct corners and all. Both muscular... Both a bit witty and slick in their own ways; though this other was somewhat shy of himself... And others. That should have been changed years ago. "The dubbance is Fajera. Though you say Lemora... Sounds interesting. Though whom is this battle with? And alpha... It seems quite nice. A ring, or possibility.." Slowly had the vocals of the belle died, her gaze drifting elsewhere as she had grown quite restless, actually beginning to wonder what Teufel was looking for in these parts.

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OOC Blagh! No muse, and I am busy. Sorry!

[teufel]

*With bruises on her ego and

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This is the point of no return I could never go back. Life without parol up state shackled and trapped. Living in the hole, lookin' at the world through a crack. But fuck that, I'd rather shoot it out and get clapped. I've gone too far, there ain't no coming back for me. Auschwitz gas chamber full of Zyklon-B. Just like the spanish exterminating Tynos. Raping the black and Indian women, creating Latinos. Mother fuckers made me out of self richeous hatered. And you got yourself a virus, stuck in the Matrix. A suicide bomer strapped and ready to blow. Lethal injection strapped down ready to go. Don't you understand they'll never let me live out in peace. Concreate jungle, guerilla war out in the streets. This is the point of no return and nobody can stop it. The commedent killed the dinosaurs, changing the earth. They love to criticize they always say I change for the worse. Like prescription pills when you miss using them. The temple of nights when they took Jerusalem. And figured out what was buried under Soloman's temple. I know too much to government is trying to murder me. No coming back like cutting your writs open vertically. How could the serpant be purposely put in charge of the country. Immortal Technique is treason to the patriot act. This is the point from which I could never return. And if I back down now then forever I burn. This is the point from which I could never retreat. Cause If I turn back now there can never be peace. This is the point from which I will die and succeed. Living the struggle, I know I'm alive when I bleed. From now on it can never be the same as before. Cause the place I'm from doesn't exist anymore.

Been given 24 hours
to tie up loose ends
to make amends
His eyes said it all

The stygian of a charred shade examined the nymph closely. Auburn stained visionaries bore through the thick mess of lucid tassles. A dull, illborn expression remained painted upon his facade. Auricles flickered here and there as her raspy voice broke the silence. Boa flexed boredly, mug drew to the parched terrain as if witholding his words. Thinking. Teufel's brain funtioning quickly as he came up with the clever verses that parted his trap. Plumage whisked briskly across his hide as he came to face her vision once again. Don't try to tell me what to do wench, whatever tone I decided to use is my decision. Whatever terms I decided is my decision. But he wouldn't speak his thoughts. Keeping them to himself would be a better idea. For the least.

I started to fall
and the silence deafened
Head spinning round
no time to sit down
just wanted to


As if he'd been reading them out of a book, the words began to roll from his mouth. A gruff yet sincere tone taken on account this minx seemed smarter than others. Was she? Fajera. Simple yet cute name. A brief chuckle erupted from his ajar mug. A small, nimble step siddled the obsidian tycoon closer the the bitter fae. Yes, Lemora. It seems I battle Elende for such terra's. Alpha and all. Nothing less than everything. Beta I will not take, and if I were to perhaps lose this brawl, then I shall travel elsewhere until I withold a suitable ranking. Gaze shifted to the horizon. A far away glance moved to the setting of the sun. A fierce shake of his dial brought him back to reality. Paper thin nares wafted the still lingering scents of the guilty shrew. A wry grin spread across his facial. Perhaps if he were to plant her with his putrid seed and allow her the honour of carrying such young. Naw, such things needn't be wasted upon precious times. For now, they would wait and see. See what any outcome may be.

Run and run and run
Be careful they say
don't wish life away,
now I've one day


Dome snapped back in the direction of the femme. His sentences continues through. A great ruler isn't truely a great ruler without his right hand, so to speak. Consideration minx? Think it through. I'll still be here when you decide. Atleast, that is if you decide by then. A stiffled yawn broke his raspy tones. Boredom has overcome him. So what do you do while you wait anyway? Show me your world. And I'll lead you to mine when time comes.

I'm not messing*

ooc: omg, -hides in horror- umm ICK, well the best I could due in such a short period of time...[/color][/font][/size]

[Fajera]

Split wrists
And gauged eyes
I'm waiting here, for you tonight
Three knocks on my solid door
It's your signiture, I know
Though with the wood off the hinges
And a foreign face in my vision
I realize it's not you to save me
But a revision


A low snort slowly bellowed from the muscular doe with his short tones to enter the brain and process fully. She felt quite odd and off course in his presence. He was no stupid equine of the dark clan in which was really looking for pitty, but something else. He had some sort of mind, did he not? Enough to come find her. And maybe she was to settle with something as that. It was good enough, no? Harks grew to twitch for the brief, her attention actually upon the brujo as he had begun to touch and fumble with wording, her mind settling on other ideas which would not be fulfilled within such a place. These faint dreams, thrown for another's devouring. Her reply was loud and long, though it flowed smoothly from the crisp kissers, her gaze shiting elsewhere as had her thoughts; a drifter she was. Mind. Body. Soul. All lost in the breezes. "There is no need to consider. I have plans, already. If you prove fit, there is no reason for me not to rule alongst, no? It would mean pure power... Something I think I really do need. And if you loose, you are thinking? Then there is no farewell. I think I will be off, and challenge a half wit for some sort of royalty seeming position. A godess, perhaps?" She smirked in an almost fond manner to the idea, plumage swinging softly with the breeze as she had shuffled closer to the brujo with her eye now upon him once more. The evening sun was dancing to a near pitched death, and little stirred within the vacant area except for the pair. A pair of opposites. One with need. The other without care. Who would care to play the game of twister? Touch me and it's a broken neck... A bendy straw for breath...


And with your arms against me now
I feel like I'm choking
On sweet karma
At first I loved you
But now I HATE you
It's only a phase
I tell myself
Though it's more than that
It's. Pure. Murder hate.


Again, she had smirked, slowly tottering to the side of the bronc with the plumage highly strung and the dome to softly caress his barrel with pleading tone of moan to slip from the vibrating muzzle, dock growing stiff as she had shuffled more and more. Anxious and feverish, though doing her best to just bottle up all feeling and let this intruder have his small talk until newer and more exciting things were brought upon the pair. Possibly the arrival of another? The return of a gallant battle? Maybe something more than talk? She was hoping for anything other than this, though showed only mild signs to the brujo. A fore flint swiftly rose from the topopgrahy beneath her own footing, the flint to slice through the atmosphere and whistle back into a plummet, heading for the lush foliage beneath her. "So... Teufel. Feeling any sort of emotion at the moment? Or are you as dull as those other stupid little mongrels? Let me test you." A short chuckle sifted into the air around as she had swept behind the stud without worry of recieving a jab to the barrel, her movements swift and mischevious. Nibbles of curiousity were slicing over his fresh flesh as she had spun the czar into a tight web, moaning and beckoning all the while without clue of what else could really give her hints away. Just waiting until he could give in. Maybe even give her enough attention... For that day. I'm waiting for you to flip the tables... *

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OOC: Ugh it sucks, not much time... But she is trying to tease him I guess..

[teufel]

*This place is so empty

To see the inner dreams, of the friends and the foe, look deep inside. What do you see? Speak of the truth. Because I look down that road of 7 lonely miles and see nothing at the end. Not a dream, nor a nightmare. Everything seems to stop. Game over. I restart the journey at where I left off, with only 2 more lives left to spare. Each step I take brings me closer to the end of the level. It's all I game that I play. Ever stop and think, just how you're going to win the game? Really you can't tell if you're going to win or lose. One thing is for sure, we all believe. In what? Whatever it is that you aim for. Whether it be for ultimate power, or a position as a grunt. But let me tell you one thing, I can make all those memories of yours reality. You want power, you got power. But we have to compromise on one thing. Just shut-up and think. What do you have to have to get along with an equal? You tell me. Is it just my paranoia of being alone, or being shown a better way out. We live totally different lives, you and I. But in spite our differences, nothing stands in the way of greatness; power.

Recover from the tragedies of life
superstition, a scar you've left to show
opinions are shot down
wishes will no longer be made
mistakes reveal those forgotten memories
drying up into the tears you've never shown


Parched velvets of the nigrescent virile swept inquisitvely across the sturdy backside of the multi-hued porcelain virgo. A gruff rumbled began deep within the depths of the hessian and exited his paper thin nares. An almost sincere smirk plastered his lucid facials as his optics bore deep into hers. Auricles perched somewhat boredly atop his skullery as his mind drifted elsewhere. Almost immediatly snapping back to reality as her hoarse speech persisted. Her teasing ways. Such pitty almost took to the shrew. She had a fond way of messing with her opponents. A little taste of what was to come. What fun this would be. A brief toss of his cerebrum stalled his response. The masculine urges rose as her skanky stance continued. Practically begging him to mount her. But what would that lead to? Nothing. All she was acting for was attention. Save it Fajera. Dial turned away from the matron, ignoring the urge to do such dirty deeds. Later.

i'm getting lost in your eyes
deep like the ocean
and you're the anchor on my leg
as I drown in you
I need a word, I need a smile
something to divert my mind
away from this addiction
running through my veins


So am I still waiting, for this world to stop hating. Can’t find a good reason, can’t find hope to believe in. Drop dead a bullet to my head, your words are like a gun in hand. You can’t change the state of the nation, we just need some motivation. Three times I see no conviction. Just lies and more contradiction. So tell me what would you say. I’d say it’s time. It's time. It's time to listen. Ignorance and understanding. We’re the first ones to jump in line. Out of step for what we believe in. But whos left? To start the pleading. How far will we take this. It’s not hard to see through the sickness. So tell me what would you say. I’d say it’s time. It's time. It's time to listen. So am I still waiting. For this world to stop hating. Can’t find a good reason. Can’t find hope to believe in. This can’t last forever. Time won’t make things better. I feel so alone. Can’t help myself. And no one knows. If this is worthless. Tell me. Tell me. Tell me. So.

Like angels on the verge of suicide
I turn my head and shed a tear
and fall for what seems like a thousand miles
until I hit the cold cement floor beside your feet


Probiscus turned to view the ess circle him tightly. It seems she thinks she's winning eh? Well then, we'll just let her think that shes leading me into her web of lies and deception and then we'll see whos turning the tables. A mischevious grin cracked his dull facade as she spoke again. Really, do you always have something to say? Does your mouth always have to be open. I guess we have some things in common eh femme? Interesting. Emotions? He questioned as if he had never heard of such things. Hind iron stamped ungratefully against the loam as he fretted such things. Mug held ajar once more as his vocals continued. Tongue seemed to let each word roll easily from his mouth. I think I might be feeling...something. But tell me, what am I supposed to be feeling? Since you are the smart one here Fajera. A brief chuckle broke his words. Regaining his composure he continued. Do not be offended vix. You know it's only cruel humour. You understand, don't you? Invisible brow cocked intriguingly. Could she understand? Perhaps. We're all just hoping. His thoughts wandered back to the lands of brawl. When was the fight to be continued? Soon he hoped. Because there was better things to do then just stand here all day making small talk. Much more things...

Dont pick me up because
my brittle bones cant withstand another touch from your hands
I'll get up on my own and i'll burn this box
the fire will look good glistening off the curves of your face

My thoughts are so tempting*

[Fajera]

Odd it is
How you, a stranger
Can make the fire's tips flicker with want
How you catch my attention
Though how you bore me so
Let's make some action
Let's start living... Now.


There was a soft groan of annoyance as the belle of ivory had slowly trudged back to his side once more, though not planning on ceasing the release of her fine and thickening aromas. The more he pushed her to wait, the more of her tempting scents and actions would grow. He was only pushing her further. You're playing with emotion... Though would he realize? And would she get the relief she was so disgustingly beckoning for? This attention she had seemed to crave was only to end it; forever. She was obviously not the kind to go about in search of another chattering equine, though today was different. How she needed something... Or someone, to end this. This trend of life. She needed change. Would Teufel deliver? Hah. If he could... If he could. His mind was most likely set on other ideas, though. The weather, perhaps? Cute. Cute he was, and Fajera herself was beginning to take back that image she held of him at the first glance. You are nothing more than a big fat child; needing guidance. This reminder brought slight smirk to her feminine features, followed by another beckoning moan and a brushing of her warm flesh against his, no reply sent to the stud as he had begun to try and shut her up and create peace, or what not.

Listen here
And listen close
Reasons have meaning
You have yours
I have mine
Though one thing
Niether of us have
Is a place to call our own
Do you realize
When you're on your own
There is need for another?
A desire to share,
As if a brother...?

Once more, she had begun to encircle the brujo with various calls, each soft and somewhat seductive. Something to beckon for his attention. Hoping he would just pass a glance. The gaze of she was so fiery. A bit wild. Rampid. Ready. For anything. There was so much on her mind. How nice would a fight be right now. A struggle. Care to try? The dentals of she were revealed, smoothly trailing down the larger equine's spine with a pluck pressuring his dock, her step growing flighty whenever she had rounded his rump, as she was naturally wary to have been placed behind another she had barely known of. Though that was the only caution she really took with him. There was a desire to be with this stud, unlike most. He was not too full of himself, nor power hungry. He was... Just, Teufel. Original, nearly. Genuine. And she liked it, took to it fully. Just one hit, maybe I'll be addicted... And the biggest question of all that the belle had floating within her mind: Could he handle her version of wild?

OOC: Uh, cero muse. Let's just say she continues to tease and replies to nothing he says.

[teufel]

*I plan to end

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I see that your falling. Falling into a dark hole. Falling into nothing. Deeper into this world of hate. Not able to turn back. Falling farther. That sick feeling that you get in your stomach when you fall. It's there. Those butterflies. Nervous. Your like a roller coaster. They bring you to a point where you can't go any higher, then you fall. All gravity disappearing as you seem to fall to your death. But you can't move. The restraint buckle has you tied safely in. You breath a sigh of relief, then gasp to see whats coming. A hole in the track. You are the only one on the ride. You try to scream but no words come out. Closer and closer you come. You fidget and squirm trying to release the hold of the belt. Nothing seems to work. You close your eyes, take a deep breath. But nothing happens. Suddenly you open your eyes again. There is the hole. The cart falls. Plumeting to the earth. Then your eyes open. It was all a dream. If this is a dream, who will wake you?

i'll trace my steps backwards so far
until all my tears run dry
looking further from what is feared the most
i'll cherish this time i'll face hate


Prodigious crown cocked at an ackward angle as the luminous shrew encircled his frame with a flightly step. She seem to fidget and squirm as she rounded his flanks. Physique trembled gently as her dentals plucked gingerly against his bulk. A low moan slipped from his whiskered labrums. Shaking slightly with pleasure for a moment as his mind seemed to slip from reality. Diagnostics flicked this way and that, a distant cry caught his attention. A pleasant grin spread widely across his dull facade. A sudden spark of attention arose within the mascu. The death of Elende. Cause of death; colic. What a shame. He was looking forward to continuing the battle for Lemora. But now it seems he has won Lemora and the petty virgo that resided within. Minority was it? Yes. Now, for a suitable alpha wrench. Such thoughts already had an answer. Now jsut a way of getting to it.

confusion haunts, reality hurts
tears run down my own face running into myself
an object so impossible for me to escape
i've been hunting myself, realizations revealed
the hunted is now the hunter, and the hunter is the prey


The gallant steed turned so he stood length wise to the femme. Can she handle the ride? Crania strung across the back of the doe, dentals removed from their pouch as they gingerly plucked up and down her back side. Weight shifted to lean into her. Dull ooids remained quite blank as they watched her reactions closely. A wry grin seemed forever more plastered upon his facial characteristics as they stood in silence. Fajera hadn't let her quilty aromas falter, tool strung mockingly from the bronc. Let's just see how far he'll get until she gets scared shall we? Remember, all a game. Do you think you can handle what you are laying out for yourself. The colosal weight of the draft equine rocked steadily onto his hind-quarters, evenly distributing into his hocks as if absorbing the shock. Fore irons left the quagmire as he mockingly mounted the ess. Let's see how far until she cracks. A grunt exited the ajar mug of the he as he brought himself back to meet the terra. I'm not afraid to play your games you know.Elende has fallen, Lemora is mine. The brief words suddenly erupted from his vocals into the still atmosphere. How would she react?

What I began*

[done, i guess...]
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[Fajera]

Foolish and stupid
Handsome and agile
You pull me into so many directions
I think I just want to SCREAM
My thoughts
Write them unto paper
And burn it over your bed
Just tell me when you're about to fall asleep
Then my feelings can run free
Without you holding the key...

There was a light grun of annoyance with his lame announcement, apex beginning to swing to the side in the more craning fashion so that her vision was easily locked unto his muscle-layered bodice of onyx, her reply seering through the lips, mind bubbling with so many thoughts. Let's not make peace tonight, but power in our pain. Harks grew to twitch softly before slipping smoothly over the embedded slate poll, a boggling response offered. "Lemora is yours, hm? Interesting. Well, you can leave now. I can just... Wait around. Maybe for another. I am sure Elende had other mares to keep you enough company. All filthy for your needs, no? Or is that why you have taken a liking to me? Because the tracks are not seen, and the filth so unheard of, it's a clean sort of thing..." Her mind was running madly, though each wild change that Teufel had taken, she had noted with much interest. So he had wished to play, hm? Surely she had enough spunk and game to throw him some sort of... Struggle and desire. With his mocking mount, there was a soft rubbing offered, flanks of warm aroma's to meet his chest and smother all hearty scents upon him; something to remember and drive him with force to retrieve her in the future. Then, with his landing, there was a quick and agile buck formed, enough to capture his breath for a minute or two. Flints met the chest roughly before she had taken a slick leap into the nearbye moss beds, flightily swooping beneath a few rotting tree limbs into the safety of the darkness. Or was it more... Dangerous here? Oh, a fine question it was indeed, though Fajera herself needed no answers. The one of gorgeous pearl hues began to wander, her once quick and pacing gait now slow; an amble with patience. Come to me. I wait alone.

OOC: Bah. Small so you can reply quickly.

[teufel]

*Your games are

The tormenting games this cretaceous nymph took so much pleasure in playing. Velvets twitched fretfully as her rump moved deep into his chest, her scent to be branded upon him. She planned to drive him insane. And if I walk away, she would win. Invisible brow cocked, a fiery grunt escaped the vagabond as her hind irons connected with a thud against his bulky chest. Cranial tossed swiftly, tabiries examined the attention seeking harlot as she fled towards the wood bed. Irridescent bodice seemed to disappear into the obsidian. Low hymns of the mascu trembled his bulk slightly as he called questionly to her. Yet, he already knew what she had in mind. Games. She knew he could play them. It was a test. Funny it was to see all these activities being laid out within a days span. Let's jsut see all that we can do. Pedets gripped the topography as his feathered appendai set the steed into a rocking jog after the skank. Tassles bounced around as they came for the ride. Ebon torso disappeared within the thicket as he pushed his way through. Do you always have to make things more difficult shrew? An exasperated grunt exited the wearing patient mug of he. Suddenly she came into view once more. Auricles stitched tightly to his poll as he strode purposfully towards the physique of the minx. If I didn't seek something, why would I be wasting my time chasing after you and your pathetic games? If I didn't want your company Fajera, I would have left a long time ago. You aren't the easiest fish in the pond to catch, are you now? The harder, the better. A foolish smirk tugged against the corners of his maw. Funny.

A swift, agyle stride strode the vagabond nearer to the luminous doe. Boa lowered towards the underbrush as he ambled closer. Titaniums gripped the quagmire as he marked his trail as he wove expertly throught the canopy. Plumage whisked gently across his flanks as he came within feet of her bodice. Pearly dentals revealed from their pouch, probiscus of the vagabond stretched a he plucked her shoulder sharply. Dentals grinding her coat before releasing his hold. Auricles arose from his poll, dial tilted off to the side as he siddled closer. Paper thin nares wafting the sweet aromas that lingered amongst the atmosphere of the sweet doe. Ha! Sweet? The day Fajera was a sweet, innocent doe was the day Teufel played the role of god in heaven. Never. Dome swung and fell into her cage. Twin zeniths now lay flat atop his poll as his weight powered into her petite outline. Mockingly pushing her around. Feathered appendai snapped upwards as he shoved her ungratefully, pushing her around as he pleased. Dial strung across her withers as he gently caressed her barrel. A low moan to slip from his kissers practically begging her to stop this nonsense. Please. Seductionaries remained a dull, ill set tone as he looked to the minx. What would she do next?

Clever yet pathetic*

[Fajera]

The mirrors are shattering
And the familiar shades of grey to blend
It's all swelling into one idea now
Your image around the bend
Though I tell you
Loudly and so clear
[Just listen, my dear]
The tables are turning
The tables are turning
AND IT'S A SHAME TO SEE YOUR PRETTY FACE GO UNDER.

A large snort had managed to rumble from the belle with a side step into the darkness, the flints happening to be snatched by a large winding piece of ivy. The thick foliage gave her a good second heart beat, beginning to roll around the fore limb slowly as she had struggled to escape, though there was little of will to fill the femme. The irons began to form bubbles over the toporgraphy which was damp, almost swamp-like, her weight being eaten by the very earth as she had stumbled within the trunks, beginning to swing and spin restlessly in hopes of escape. Nothing could be seen, therefore there was more watch with listening, then anything. This sense being quite sharp within the pitch, a sense she could use as weapon. The harks were pasted over the matted and filthy poll as she was at once freed by all foliage, a few small thorns and prickers pasted to the hocks and the rest of the lower region, though the pain was ignored; loud thuds of impatience were heard.

I'm telling you
I'm telling you
Though obviously you are not one to listen
Better duck
Fold your chair
Put on the goggles
If you're even still there...

Swiftly had the vixen of glowing pearl shades spun with the agile hips, the plumage found at a fling and allowing all sweet and beckoning aromas to slip freely into the surrounding atmosphere. The harks continued to flutter about her head, swinging loosely with each step and sound Teufel had produced, his tones allowing her to know he had been quite close. Approaching. Approaching... Arrived. "Oh, my dear Teufel... How can I help myself when one such as yourself just begs for an intricate trip in life?" She resisted to snicker, but rather gave a mischevious croon, the vocal chords whistling dangerously. Can't you tell when one is so ready...? Suddenly, out of no where, the kissers had been another's hide. Instantly she had understood. Teufel, Teufel. If you weren't so stupid, you could have had on upon a mere string; though no. You show up as a meek reject. The dentals slowly began to roll over his boa, her squeaks seeming to grow almost intimate as she had put more pressure upon the brujo, attempting to give a bit more hint as to the fact she wished to just leave, rather plod around and play. "Well, a good idea you have stuck around, Teufel... I make it harder for any to catch me. The slick fish is always the one most desired. Witty." She smirked once more beneath the twilight, still completely unseen, even though at his side. The bronc's masculine aroma just a drug to her. He was drugging her up...

Listen
I'll warn you one last time
It's all falling down
One to nine

As he had gruffly pushed, she had begun to moan almost violently. Now beckoning with every cell. Hoping he would get this over with. Feed yourself, you hungry mutt, a buffet is before. Though he was too idiotic to really comprehend, nor listen. The apex shook softly as she had began to encircle the stud, moaning, chirping, and crooning the while, mug just tracing over his spine from up and down. It was a fine feeling, to be with another, though she made no real signs. Teufel was one she could settle over. Maybe with this day he would prove to be more, though right now... He was common. The plumage teasingly strung even higher, the frayed tips snapping at his flanks with one last rounding. For a brief moment, her own muzzle met his own at her barrel, his moan taken note of, and the response to be a mimicking call. "Teufel..." She beckoned one last time with his name, drawing forth with a presentation. There was nothing seen in the darkness, though the scents and sounds were high. Slowly had her flanks brushed his chest before she had fully grown still, the dock stroking his boa in a tempting fashion. He would be lured by the scent all too quickly; and Fajera sickly relieved from the season...

Still, warning you
A bom ready to tick
Pull out the fuse
And tell me it's ok
Just follow my moves
And tomorrow there will be a fresh day
A day of you and I
Together we'll be
After this filthy unity


| OOC: Ah. There. Not great. I was going to make her flip on Teufel, but then I'd just ruin myself. |

[teufel]

*Another knife in my hand

The devil grows inside the hearts of the selvish and wicked. White, brown, yellow and black color is not restricted. You have a self destructive destiny when your inflicted. And you'll be one of gods children and fell from the top. There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot. So when the devil wants to dance with you, you better say never. Because the dance with the devil might last you forever. Forever. I'm falling and I can't turn back. I'm falling and I can't turn back. His whole world stopped, he couldn't even contiplate. His corruption had succesfully changed his fate. Right before he pulled the trigger, and ended her life. He thought about the cold pain with the platinum and ice and felt stronger standing alone than with them. But now with her. It was almost unbearable. What he saw made him start the cringine studder. As he stared into the eyes of an angel that fell from the top. But then again there's always the wicked at new and advanced. Dance forever with the devil on a code cell block. But that's what happens when you rape, murder and sell rock. Devils used to be gods, angels that fell from the top. There's no diversity because we're burning in the melting pot. These are the lies you love to lead. Why don't you show me a little bit of spine you'd been saving for his matress. I only want sympathy in the form of you crawling into bed with me. It's all a game. This game that we play. The game of life. And I'm your partner in crime. I can be your partner in crime. But you mock and tease me as if you think I'm a blind idiot that can see your wants. Your cruel season gnaws at your mind and soul. I can tell it's driving you insane. You look to me to relieve you of this grueling time. I can. But will I?

Your falling
Falling
Falling head over heels
For an outlaw that came into town
The tables are turning
Turning
Turning
But they are turning on you
Pitty
Shame I'm watching you fall
Fall

Sienna stained tabiries watched in humour as the poor luminous shrew struggled in a tangled mess. Her fragile figure being sliced by the vines of ivy. A crooked, sympathetic grin grew upon his lucid facade. Auricles switched forward atop his dome as his strides grew to reach the side of the ess. Boa craned to watch her immaculate bulk of ashen snake mischeviously around his frame. Plumage of the she rose to wonderous altitudes. It was driving him insane! Occuli rolled wildly as he attempted to contain himself. His masculine nature pushing him to the ultimate limits. She was right there and he wasn't taking her. Atleast trying not to mount her was a job and a half. The tool of the obsidian mascu hung nonchalant beneath his physique. Weight danced through his fore irons as he resisted the urge. Dome shook immensly as she rounded to his front. Tassles brushed up against his colossal chest. Cage trembled furiously as he stood somewhat still. Fajera, stop this nonsense it is driving me insane. I can't stand the thought of rapping you now. The thought has crossed my mind a time or two in the past, but seeing how much of a pleasure you would be in the future. I just could not imagine how things have changed. He spoke quickly. The words tumbling from his mouth. A pleading tone for the wench to hear. Labrums fluttered wildly, fore piston outstretched and struck the loam. Pedestals marking the quagmire harshly to occupy his thoughts. You don't want to make me do this.

Your teasing ways
I want to go
Along with you
But I just can't
I can't
I keep telling myself this
But the urge to resist takes alot out of me
I think I'm falling
Caving to the pressure
You have played this game well my friend
A worthy opponent
But now I think it's my turn
If I loose hold...

And there she struck a pose. Presenting herself to him. A wild child she was. She thought she knew what she wanted. But oh dear, she was in for a ride if he lost his grip. Weight pushed into his hind-quarters as he pushed himself up into a half-rear. A shriek disrupted the still silence that enveloped their figures. Lanterns strained in the darkness. A faint outline told him she just stood yards from his grip. Paper thin nares flared to a darkened rougen tint. Twin zeniths plastered tightly to his poll, serpentine twisted, mug tucked tightly to his chest. A chewing motion kept his thoughts off of her. How he wanted to go. Wanting to jump on top and scramble into position. Maybe just a taste of what he could bring wouldn't hurt. Pinions thrusted the vagabond closer to the nymph. A grunt to escape from his maw as he mockingly pushed himself up onto the jezebell. A wry grin twisted his facial expression into some sick, twisted humour. A grip that could not be shaken held the bruja still beneath him. The enormous weight of the mascu put little strain upon the sturdy build of the succubus. The thought of her buckling beneath his weight was unbearable. As she thought he was going to push inside of her, he hastily slid from her back. Dentals plucked the hide of the she harshly. You know I'm not afraid to plant my seed within you. But why would I want a stupid twirp frolicking around within time? Some joys it will bring, but I don't think you are ready. I don't think we are ready for such things. Right Fajera? My pride and joy of Lemora? His raspy tones flicked violently into the atmosphere that still dwindled her guilty scent. He could do it. But all for something he didn't want. Or did he?

A stain that never comes off the sheets*

ooc: I guess it will do..for now anyway...you're just too bad Tayo I think you are driving Teufel up a wall. Like jeez, it's like Noah & Mahindra....

[Fajera]

As once I warned,
Now I might
With all inside
I wish to fight
Tearing the flesh
And gnawing you clean
You seem to only be something pretty
A dream...
Though a dream is not what I want
But a nightmare


"My, oh my, dear Teufel. You speek to one such as I as if almost... leery of your future. Afraid to take chances, are we? Or is it change that brings fret to you? Not able to take care of some rancid and foul creation? Or all you all too insecure." Softly had the belle chuckled, not hesitating one moment to let him know of how her need just brewed so deeply. It was quite lame, though. A mare came purposefully; sickly with offspring of her own on mind. And, ironically one arrives, one that she? forces into a mounting. A low sneer fell to the floor as the belle had begun to pace, allowing the muscles to tense and flex beneath the stunning pelt, her mind drifting. Kissers began to twitch softly with the landing of a fly upon her muzzle, plumage instinctivly tossing and smacking away at any insect present before flipping off to the side, allowing easy acess. "Teufel, Teufel..." It was a seductive whisper as she had begun to encircle him once more, pressing her warm aromas and the whole shanks upon his chest with the beckoning he would just mount and allow her guilty seasoning to be over with. It was odd, how she wished for a season of extra weight, though she was asking! And Teufel, of all equine. Had he not realized himself to be nearly twice the size of she? And yet she had still begged for a merge of bloodlines, willing to moan and hope for mercy with the coming nights. How blind was this poor thing?

[/s]"Lemorsea... Is no place for me. There is no puzzle pieces here that may fit me correctly. I was hoping, though, for a token of rememberance, before I left...

Though Teufel, there will be no leaving now... I have decided to take the title as your meek gem. Take pride in it... TAKE CONFIDENCE."[/i]

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OOC: Blah. Museless, tired... Just reply good. And no, it aint like Mahindra. Fajera has an unexplained need to be with a foal. Something that is like here, not opposite. Get it?