A Queen Has Arrived

[kedar]

Bronc tinted in ivory and silver mesh strode into the terra, stilts dancing as a slow two-beat. Flints struck the loam in even tempo, 1,2,1,2. Honers laced forth, sheer exuberance coursing through his cavan. Each stride taken with buoyancy, labrums parting as tones fled from his mug, flailing into the lithosphere. Chasms etched in amber keenly molded as gaze was held on the wooded bed. Plume whisked o'er his hocks, weight thrown to his hinds with a quiet grunt as he pivoted. Crown slightly chiseled sat poised aloft his perch, proboscis rubbing his diaphragm, boa arched in anticipation. Expression of glee plastered to his visage, facade aglow. Cranium bobbed in excitement, quiver running through his canvas. Lone fore swung out in weary impatience, how much longer did he have to wait? Cerebrum swung low as dentals snatched rooted stalks from the loam, enamels crushing the emerald with pleasure. Nares flared to reveal salmons, oxygenerators filtering scents, waiting for the exotic aroma of his queen. His beloved queen. Hind cocked, weight being thrown between appendages, snort fleeing the masculine. Invisible brow furrowed, occuli peering from beneath unruly tendrils, intently focused on the canopy. Dreaded, knotted locks cascaded down his nape, boa strung of sinews flinging up his dial momentarily in boredom.

Where are you, my beloved Queen? I call you forth from your hiding? I show to you the lands of Edeal, where we live and cherish.

Bulk lurched forth once more, flints dancing across the loam as if on tiptoes. Harks flickering, swiveling aloft his crown, any sound or sign of movement noted. Look of mixed impatience and glee etched onto his visage, facade aglow. Occuli darting every which way, hoping to catch a glimpse of his beloved Sarasa. Ivory specks dotting there way across his boa, golden orb boring down upon the equids of the land of Edeal. He began to wander aimlessly, ruptured impatience flowing. Snort emitting from widened nares, shrill blasts fleeing his mug.

Where are you?

[no muse. will try to add on]

[Sarasa lazed]

ooc: sry for making you wait Stabley... I'll post as soon as im finished my post with kemor in the breeding thingie

[sarasa]

The jezebell gallantly strolled the boundaries of her newly found terra. Interesting... Occuli peered beneath matted locks of a sun-kissed tone. There he was standing. A loner. A slight grin occupied her doll like fascade. Cochlea twisted to and fro as the new sounds reached her hearing. Streamer flicked 'cross her glorifying pelt, swatting the young mongrels that occupied her bodice. Serpenting strung towards the topography, holding low in greeting from a distance to the brute. Bruja began to stroll forth. Daggers imprinting a new trail that told her journey. A new beginning 'twas.

Armed and dangerous, beautiful and breathtaking...

Low tones muttered from the bruja as she rapidly approached her king. Labrums curled, revealing pearly white barbs. Uttering few, happy words.

'Lo m'king. I have come. Do as you please for I am yours for the taking. Your name branded in my hide. Only yours.

Nape pushed forward, nasal passages intaking the musk of the czar. Entitled to her own opinions, he was truely marvelous. Cocoa pools gleamed with joy. Sparks flustered throughout the femmes internals. Happy to embark on such a journey. Heat wavered from her broncs bod. Simmering into the days atmosphere. Curvature tucked into an immaculate stance, striding off from the bronc playfully. Streaming tilted heaven bound, revealing her perculiar scents into the air that surrounded the she. Teasing him onwards. Follow.

Appendai stretched, bounding the bruja into a floating stride. Bodice slowing siddling away from the mighty czar's side. Boring she wasn't... Oh much fun you could have with me m'dear. Just play my game, and I'll embark us on an everlasting, iternal adventure. Tassles bounced along, a shine took to her pelt. What a beautiful morn it was. An event to never forget. The two untiting once again, beneath the flourishing run above. The baby blue skies that covered the earth, and for forever, would she belong to him. Forever.

M'lord, if it is more femmes you seek, then do please say so. What is it we shall do first? Make our way to the lands of breeding, or to collect others? Or mingle 'round our home, and amuse ourselves somehow. Please do speak up. Your word counts too.

[ooc: wow, that one really sucked. dont mind me, im too used to play darks that I cant RP a light...I'll get the hang of it.]

[kedar]

[ok, I'm using small script so it is longer than it looks. sorry, I have no muse right now, and same with the dark thing lol.ewwww it's so grooooosssss]

I'll be your number one

Cranium bobbed in exuberance, dipping low then flinging to the heavens in subtle movements. Chasms peering beneath silky tendrils, quick to spy the buckskin silhouette etched into the atmosphere, the familiar sketch of his love, his queen, his pride and joy, Sarasa. She enlightened his frantic mood instantly, joyous tones of glee to erupt from his whiskered mug. Twin zeniths lulled forth by her angelic murmurings, content sigh to heave from his cage, diaphragm allowing masculine rumbles to whisk into the lithosphere. Plume whisking over his gleaming ivory meshed silver pelt, soft chuckle emitted at her cute games. Cute was the only word he could think of them. What else could they be when played by such a petite, gorgeous dove? Harks laced forth as he listened intently to her wise words spoken, grin enveloping his mask, visage aglow. Though the two thoughts were juggled within his keen mind, taking some time to ponder the ideas. Should they unite? Or should a follower be brought into the harem. He wished to keep the band small, just a few selected femmes of impeccable stature. Though none could ever replace his beloved. Finally, he cooed in whispers.

Sarasa, whatever I do with you I cherish. Every moment we have together I love. Please, as Queen, I ask you what you would like, and I will follow you. Like a lovesick puppy, you might say.

Smiling, labrums quivering as they slipped apart, running over her sleek hide. Enamels whisked away caked dirt and mud, her frame to soon be immaculate. Gaze of affection hovering over his facade, glee entwined within his features. There really was nothing he could call himself but a lovesick puppy. She had cast a spell of some sort on him. He would do her bidding, whatever it be. He was her toy, she was not his. Odd, was it not? But completely true. Oh-so true.

My word counts, but I will be pleased with whatever we do.

Boa strung of sinews extended, plush nosing at her plume, enticing aromas that wafted from it filtering through his salmons. So exotic. He so wanting. Cerebrum drew back from it, shaking hesitantly. Now was not the time. Glance was thrown to the beaten path, the one that wound through the canopy, the giants lush in emerald leaves. He would be satisfied soon enough.

And all yours.

[sarasa]

[ooc: ok erm, we can go to breeding grounds, come back then you can go search for another femme? or an beta or somefin, kk? ]

[kedar]

[sounds good]