Golden Angel

[sarasa]

Here is a test to find out whether your mission in life is complete.
If you're alive, it isn't.

The golden hued vixen stepped in with great buoyancy. Each floating stride brought the fragile bodice of the angelic femme closer to a moment of triumph. Baby blue hued optics viewed the terrain that she strut forth upon. No other form of equid came into view. Nasal passages flared, wafting aromas of many other equines came to her scent. Cochlea shifted warily atop her cranium as she searched for her king. Plumage flagged sky bound, allowing her exotic aromas to filter the atmosphere. Such a delicate toy she was. Finely sculpted figurine not meant to break. Shatter she would when her world came crashing down.

Every blade of grass has its angel that bends over it and whispers,
'Grow, grow.'

Cerebrum bobbed nonchalantly as she strode forth. Each aspect of the loam she walked upon was taking into consideration. Daggers cast rigid smiles atop the unworthy topography. Marking her trail to destiny itself. Showing her life journey as she travelled along. Now where would be the key to her lock? The mastermind of the plan. The air to fill the space. Where was he?

A dance began by the femora as she placidly etched along 'cross the terrain. A meek grin held apparent upon her doll like appearance. Shudders of excitement surged through her bodice. Such an excitement it would be. The event to take place. All she needed was the one to make it all happen. The gatekeeper to her mind and soul. The holder of the putrid seed she would be planted with. Would the outcome turn to be a colt or filla. Stillborn or double. Only then, would time tell.

Labrums fluttered anxiously as her tones expressed.

Come my pretty. Show your devine figure fom those wretched shadows you hind within. Come, I shant bite you.

We are each of us angels with only one wing,
and we can only fly by embracing one another.

[kedar]

Every time you pull away..

Keen,crafty mind wallowed in one thought that overtook his breeding. Uniting. Becoming one with his beloved Queen, Sarasa, in the most pure act of love. Casual jog transformed into elegant prance in subtle movements, boa strung of sinews arched into a perfect curve. Knees snapped up neatly, flints dashing to and fro the sod, a prance, somewhat of a.. lustful dance. Motion was collected and complete suppleness showed in every step, each stride he took on advancing to the dove that lure him so close. Silken locks cascaded down his nape, his masculine sketch an array of beauty, a divine being. Nares flaring wildly to reveal salmons, her aromas and scent so fine, so exotic, so enticing, drawing him closer, and closer, and closer. She was his. He was hers. A perfect match. They clicked. Fit together like two puzzle pieces.

I have found you.

Bulk hovering towards her own, ivory coat of lather mixing with his sleek pelt in the heat. Soon it would be a blanket gleaming over his frame. Whiskered mug tickled her pelt, labrums slipping apart as they grazed her hide, nonchalantly whisking away caked dirt or mud, the pest it was. Proboscis nosed excitedly 'round her plume, her banner flagged having brought forth such wonderful, attractive luring devices. Spark alighting his amber tinted occuli, deep rumbles emitting from his diaphragm. Titaniums shuffling, moving his bod towards her hind, seemingly tilting forward as he whispered in coos, that of a dove.

Be still, and you will not be harmed. Do not squirm or fret. If I hurt you at any time, I will refrain, tell me. I wish not to harm you, but to plant my seed within you, our blood passed down in the perfect offspring.

Anticipation, and a trickle of anxiety coursed through his veins, filling his soul with an adrenaline. It was almost time. His time. Their time. Long he had waited. Long he had wanted. Now it was here. Right now. Quiver ran through his canvas, fores rising and falling to the loam, rocking back and forth, as if to build up some momentum. The less damage, the more pleasing. The easier, the more satisfying. Finally, he said aloud.

Are you ready?

..it just draws me closer.

[bad and museless, little fonty makes it look really short.oh well-shrugs-]

[sarasa]

...As the shadows begin to encircle my frame...

The sun toned ess bounced eagerly in place. Hocks taking weight then throwing it back over to the opposite side of the she. Caramel tresses fought the bobbing motion greatly. Occasionly shifting to block the view that her visionaries beheld. Plumage whisked frequently atop her hide, heavenly based aromas drew her brute further into her web of enchantement. A pleasant grin tugged at her facial expressions as the large, towering mascu marched forth in all his glory. Cochlea swiveled as the faint hymns from the heavens above sung as Kedar showed himself from his hiding. No one could resist. The time of the banche was drawing to a near end. This is their only hope. Serpentine lowered to the topography, ivory barbs slurring the sod into one as she awaited the presence of her bronc aside the feminin's bodice. The warmth of his milky hued pelt. The wavering stance he drew protectively over her. He was all hers. Her favorite toy put on display in the toy store window. Where all the others can sit a drool. But no one would ever break the bond they had. 'Till death do they part...

Labrums fluttered widly, muted tones hushed towards the towers of Kedar. Deeply hued cocoa optics assesed the situation that he was in. Driving him mad it so seemed. The femora strained eagerly, the anticipation of the uniting to begin. A thin layer of sweat coated the femora's sleek bodice. Streamer wavered gently in the breeze, teasing him into a further depth of insanity. Charcoal flints stamped impatienlt against the downpacked sod as she awaited for the moment for him to begin. Would it ever come... Cochlea perched forward as the sweet hymns escaped the vocalizations of him. Her master that she was to loyaly entertain willingly. Or consequences would have to follow. Mug held agape, the ess muttered little words.

I see you decided to join sir. Do begin. I am here to fullfil your needs. What doesn't hurt you, doesn't hurt me. Can you handle the ride?

Crimson flowed quickly through her veins. Heart pumped quick to a steady beat. Thump, thump...Thump, thump...Thump, thump. Curvature arched boldly, curving 'round to meet the dial of Kedar. A gentle tug of his tresses, urging him to end the wait, and begin the ceremony. Funny how it was such a big deal, until it was about to begin. Then time moved in slow motion. The minutes ticking off the clock like hours dragging by. Do move faster clock. We haven't got all day. Dial flung skywards, tassles flipping away from her vision. Watching the over excited vagabond closely, to see what his next actions would be.

Do not waste your time...

...You become the light in my world...

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[kedar]

<sup>Low toned, masculine rumbles emitting from his diaphragm, taunting dance in place witheld his stance. Cranium thrashing lightly into her barrel, grin to envelope his mask. Plume whisking over his hocks, slapping at his pelt to rid of black, winged pests. Labrums tickling her canvas of honey-dipped hueings, flints shuffling his ivory silver meshed bulk towards her enticing aromas. The wanted. The lure. Drawing him closer. And closer. And closer. As if a trance, following like a lovesick puppy dog. Give me more. I need it- no, want it. Snap. Back to reality. Czar regaining control of his senses, cooing quietly. Now is our time. Time to.. fulfill duties, you might say. Chuckling quietly, cage rising and falling evenly. Now was the time. Be ready, for the moment comes at you fast. Don't wait to long, the opportunity will be gone. Rush too fast, and all will be astrewn, it won't work. Silken locks cascading down his nape, salmons flaring nonchalantly as the heavely, exotic aroma flowed within them. Drawing the bronc closer. And closer, and closer. Contented sigh to heave from within, weight shifting from fores to hinds, as if to gain momentum for what would come. And here was the moment. The moment cherished-or the moment dreaded? Time would tell. And the time was now. Weight rocking back to his hinds, low grunt to flee his mug, hocks like coils as they sprung, propelled his gleaming mass on to his Queen, and the moment was gone.

Flints scrambling against the femme's sides as he strought to remain balance atop the seemingly fragile essa, various grunts escaping his probiscus. Balance gained, it was time to .. go to work. Tool hanging limp, then finding an opening.[ewww this sounds so perverted.]The duo combined, united into one. A bond held so strong, impossible to break apart by any. No one, no where. No matter how hard they might try. Gradually, the hessian pumped back and forth, momentum rising. Sheen coat of lather shone on his sketch, murmuring words of encouragement to his beloved. And soon this wretched task will be done, but is that wanted? The ways of love exchanged in dastardly ways, yet it was so enjoyed. Plush stroking her boa, enamels nibbling gently to reasuure her, in case she held any doubts. Motions continued, features remaining blank throughout the deed. Titaniums and limbs grasping her bodice, to stay in control all the while. Somewhat gasping to Sarasa. How I love you, my dear, my precious. Let it be known to all, not one shall ever lay an eye on this most adored of his, if they did, onslaught may occur. He was hers. She was his. Clicking into place. Fitting together. Tool struck a vein, the right one. He was certain. Rocking motions increased rapidly, to be certain his seen was planted well within her.[yucky.] What he strove to do was done. He had succeeded; they had suceeded. Offspring would come, carrying the best attributes of both. And the lines would be passed on, from generation, to generation. Of perfect blood, stature, and mind. Witty and wise, strong and bold. Perfection at it's best. With a final thought, brujo slipped from her frame, tool hidden, going back to it's domain[messed up]. Few daunted steps were taken til he was by her side, breaths coming heavily, more like a pant. But now he was ok; they were ok. Gentle nuzzle placed on her shoulder, crown motioning towards the beaten path that led to the canopy, which led to their land.

Oh, Sarasa, we have done well. Dentals whisking over her pelt, wincing slightly at a few gashes, cuts from his scrambling actions. Low whimper to erupt from his vocals, as if pleading in forgiveness. With that, he stalked forth, final whinny trumpeted as the duo prepared to leave the forbidden lands. But with their departure, there would be another to come. This place brought something more, and again, only time would tell what would happen. For anything could happen. Anywhere. Occuli aglow, appendages rising and falling with ease as the two headed back. And who knew when or if they shall return. Only one force ruled over them. Time. The too well known time would tell.


[ooc-sorry for shortness and perverted sounding. post in their land[can'tr remember name xD]I just wanted to make this a pretty much one post thing, so yeah]</sup>