Title: Searching for worthy prey
Description: Freedom
Wyrd - February 16, 2007 05:07 PM (GMT)
Mud coloured bod stalked carefyully across the land; coal banner & tresse danced violently in the breeze. Diamonds struck the arid land as if it were glass that should never even be slightly chipped. Pillars led him across the plians at a slow two-beat as coal orbs searched for worthy prey.
Voices rung in Jianyu's thoughts. Yous hould have caught atleast four wrenchs by now, what is wrong with you. Whya re you so pitiful? It is your fault & no-one elses that you have caught none. Do not try & shift the blame!
Never could he lose thse awful voices. They had become his greatset friends & his worst annoyance. However, they made him the pure, demented evil he is.
Courtney - February 16, 2007 06:22 PM (GMT)
the cruel winds that swept across the open plains picked at the fae's tassels and tugged. the young fae snorted and cast a glance over her shoulder. squealing with relief she leapt forward, her pillars carrying her fast over the terrain. the wind whipped at her orbs, making her blind to all but the feeling of freedom. though she was only young, have not yet 3 years on this terrain, she was caged. her dam kept her close, something to do with her birth, but the fae did not care.
though her pillars did not tire, they never did, she slowed for her stomach growled angrily. dropped her head, she began to feed greedily, unawares of any company she may find herself in.
[.x.] Freedom - February 16, 2007 06:24 PM (GMT)
[.x.] Silvery mist snakes over the terrain, emcompassing everything in its inpenetrable blanket. Throught his fog a minx of onyx hue emerges, a billowing shadow through the clouds atmosphere. Her charcoal nares flare sharply as she takes in a deep lungful of the crisp, exilharating oxygen. Her ebon daggers pick through the geo delicately, leaving shallow imprints upon the soft terrain. Banners sway slightly in the wind, it pulls them gently, almost as if it was trying to steal them from her arched curvature. Cautious orbs eye the terrain, she knows only too well what can happen to unsuspecting vixen's here. But she is in no mood for play. Treading with soft strides upon the springy topography, she throws her crania and observes the smoky mist with firey orbs. Her pillars are thrown out in a showy fashion as she moves, a mark of her highly bred genes. Snapping fiercely at an eagle as it soars over her ebon cran, the minx growls irritably and continues her embarkment throughout the lands, auds pricked intently, listening for any approaching equines. [.x.]
Wyrd - February 16, 2007 06:41 PM (GMT)
Orbs laid upon the bodice of a young fae. He heard her squeal & began to gallop after her, growing ever closer. As she halted, heb did also. This casued the voices to re-start. Go ahead, mount her now. Why have you halted imbiscile? She is vulnerbale, take her now.
Howver, he was still unsure - she looked so young. The voices did not stop & he heade straight for her rump. Luckily, she did not seem to notice. Suddenly, he mounted but he did not enter. Pillars wrapped her barrel in a death grip. He would await her reaction.
Courtney - February 16, 2007 06:46 PM (GMT)
the fae suddenly heard the brute's thuds but too late. he had mounted before she could even raise her cran. giving a squeal she stumbled slightly under his heavy weight. but the strength deep inside her kept her standing. snorting slightly she turned he cran to at least glimpse her attacker.
i bet you expect congratulations. she hissed slying, flicking her auds to catch his reply.
Wyrd - February 16, 2007 07:07 PM (GMT)
Jianyu heard her words & cackled;
No, I only expect pleasure
he hissed, mocking her tone. He entered & began to hump her harshly. The voices in his head were praising him now. Funny, the only time they ever prasied him was when he was forcing. He clamped down on her nape & drew away. Hoping to leave a great wound. He then began to nip her rump with every thrust.
Courtney - February 16, 2007 10:57 PM (GMT)
the fae cried out as he entered her, her young bodice quivering slightly. pain seared through her, though within moments it was overcome by something else though she could not place it. at his nips she turned her own head and snapped at his fore, giving as good as she got.