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Post by [//rouge.] on Nov 21, 2006 15:55:08 GMT -5
[//name] rouge.
[//nickname] rou
[//breed] andaluisian
[//gender] fatale
[//age] three
[//color] bay
[//height] 15.3hh
[//type] dark
[//image] an image of perfection, can't you see. her lines are un tampered, nestled upon their perfected genes. her temper is another storry, she's a well known leader. and yet an even better follower, when she pleases.
[//example post]
(from isla hxll. it's one of my boy's posts)
Smirk was locked upon his features, growing into a sheepish grin. Appendages swayed into motion moving about her own in the enticed 'tango'. If the story goes the tango is the dance of lovers, but the duo had just met. Correct? But the power was teased and manipulated by the miss who seemed quite good at her job. Low rumble of tunes was expelled as nares dilated to their fullest expansions, taking in the perfected aroma of Ariari. Soothed with the senses other sightings were detected, and thrown within his face like a ton of bricks. She was in heat. Surprising, especially for the time of season changing that had been defected from his whim of power. Skull churned in an awkward twist draping over her own lightly, low vocals roared within her aud in a mere whisper, "Now doll. We all know a virile's desires are never to be thrown into his own face? Right? Wel all know dxmn well you are perfect, and given the oppurtunity and request you'd want to have a taste of my rounded axs as much as I would of yours. But, dear. Shall we first settle into our lands? It would make the utmosts sense, no?" Vocals were ushered in a regret though the teasing actions were still pressed forth. Encircling her to begin with, lappets 'kissed' her hide as he went about his entrancing tangle. Then, he stood there, beside her flesh pressed against her own warming cillium, muscles rippled beneath his skin with each movement. If there were anything to describe the current moment it would be pure bliss. The stars shown with the greatest tint to the eventide heavens, the moon dangled with an invisible susspension in the twilight sky, illuminated with the most indifferent glow. Attention was drawn back to the fatale beside him. "Dearest, Ariari, would you join me in my land. Rule by my side for as long as we shall live, as King and Queen of Volcanic Valley?" The masculine had a way with words, the vocals seeped through his labrums as if he were pouring the finest wine, and yet with such a subtle casualness. Gaze locked within her own, pouring into her like a well described book. The way it moves you in ways unexplained. Plush met her own lapping lightly as her own kisser, a low voice of vocals was allowed to seep through in a 'welcoming' tone almost. Its tone was warm and soothing, and at the same time it told all it had to. Bliss. His one word, his one thought for all of this momentary action.
{Word Count// 438}
[//nickname] rou
[//breed] andaluisian
[//gender] fatale
[//age] three
[//color] bay
[//height] 15.3hh
[//type] dark
[//image] an image of perfection, can't you see. her lines are un tampered, nestled upon their perfected genes. her temper is another storry, she's a well known leader. and yet an even better follower, when she pleases.
[//example post]
(from isla hxll. it's one of my boy's posts)
Smirk was locked upon his features, growing into a sheepish grin. Appendages swayed into motion moving about her own in the enticed 'tango'. If the story goes the tango is the dance of lovers, but the duo had just met. Correct? But the power was teased and manipulated by the miss who seemed quite good at her job. Low rumble of tunes was expelled as nares dilated to their fullest expansions, taking in the perfected aroma of Ariari. Soothed with the senses other sightings were detected, and thrown within his face like a ton of bricks. She was in heat. Surprising, especially for the time of season changing that had been defected from his whim of power. Skull churned in an awkward twist draping over her own lightly, low vocals roared within her aud in a mere whisper, "Now doll. We all know a virile's desires are never to be thrown into his own face? Right? Wel all know dxmn well you are perfect, and given the oppurtunity and request you'd want to have a taste of my rounded axs as much as I would of yours. But, dear. Shall we first settle into our lands? It would make the utmosts sense, no?" Vocals were ushered in a regret though the teasing actions were still pressed forth. Encircling her to begin with, lappets 'kissed' her hide as he went about his entrancing tangle. Then, he stood there, beside her flesh pressed against her own warming cillium, muscles rippled beneath his skin with each movement. If there were anything to describe the current moment it would be pure bliss. The stars shown with the greatest tint to the eventide heavens, the moon dangled with an invisible susspension in the twilight sky, illuminated with the most indifferent glow. Attention was drawn back to the fatale beside him. "Dearest, Ariari, would you join me in my land. Rule by my side for as long as we shall live, as King and Queen of Volcanic Valley?" The masculine had a way with words, the vocals seeped through his labrums as if he were pouring the finest wine, and yet with such a subtle casualness. Gaze locked within her own, pouring into her like a well described book. The way it moves you in ways unexplained. Plush met her own lapping lightly as her own kisser, a low voice of vocals was allowed to seep through in a 'welcoming' tone almost. Its tone was warm and soothing, and at the same time it told all it had to. Bliss. His one word, his one thought for all of this momentary action.
{Word Count// 438}
