Kiss of Death

[alucard]

The breeze was rather strong, coming over the cliffs and down into the valley below. The sharp rocks below seemed more like teeth of some horrible beast that lived below, waiting to claim a mare or stallion's life when they fell to their death.

With the rows upon rows of razor sharp rocks below, a single filly treaded along the tops of the cliff. Her mane and tail swipt off toward the valley below, like two banners blowing in the wind. She was constantly tossing her head, trying to keep her long forelock out of her eyes, though every breath, it was back in her face. Twin audits perked, as the filly paused in her soft trot, head lifted, her front right hoof lifted in mid-step. Her soft, black lips turned in the direction of the valley, looking out over the rocks below. She could have sworn she heard something.

There! Sailing over the rocks, like a god among the devils, an eagle, flying beauitfully. Of course, this sparked longing in Fionn, as she watched the eagle fly. Her hoof returned to the ground, kicking up a very small amount of dust, her lips lifted, as she flowed the eagle's path above the rocks and up and over her head. Her rump swung around, her putting her front hooves at the edge of the cliff, her body vertical with the horizontal cliffs. "You steal the wind . . . . But could I steal your wings?" the Friesian filly snorted, shaking her head as she slowly took two steps back. The cliff edge had started to shift a bit under her weight, thus her reasoning behidn edging away from the kiss of death.

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[emmy]

Bijou

He had grown quite lonesome he had claimed a land and no one knows about it he has to make sure others knew how dangerous he is and can get. His a monster he loves to forcebreed with mares and make them bare him foals he was a terrible father he just raped the mare and then left making sure that it was done, he loves to torchers other for the hearing of their death screams and loves it when blood spills from his maw and loves beating others up, foals are the easiest to get. You can say his a bastard, want more? come and meet him he will give you a piece of his mind he loves it when mares come to his land and were aksing for him it gives him his chance to mess with them.

He trotted into a land where he smelt a mare she smelt so nice to him she was like fire, he swayed his crest side to side at times looking for this whore. Bijou came to a halt as he saw a dark equine form come into view with his dark optics, he snorted and stomped his front hoof with a grin. Bijou motioned forth at once as he neared her he dipped his head in, pinning his twin lobes back on his cranium he came to a halt in front of the mare. Nodding his head, Hello whore, who might you be and why are you here? His tones were acid like and rough, he actually liked hos he speaks and the tones were just delightful. Bijou snorted letting his creme tail chords flick around his hind hocks, he was growing impatient.

[alucard]

Fionn couldn't help but snort with rage as the stallion came toward her, speaking to her like he knew her. Owned her. Cared about her. She nickered playfully, stepping toward the stallion, slowly moving her body infront of his, her chest to his chest. "Others call me a shadow . . . . but you may call me Fionn," she whispered, her voice low, sweet, caring. He has actually asked her why she was among the land, as if he ruled it.

"I could have sworn that these lands were open to all," she stated, "But if you must know, I came here to be alone," she suddenly whinnied, turned on her front hooves and kicking out with her back hooves, missing the smug stallion's head, but it was still a warning.

Snorting and nickering, Fionn trotted away, her head lifted, her tail fanning out behidn her, swooing the flies from her rump. "Be gone stallion," she stated, "You hold no calling to this land." The sweet, kind, seductive tone was gone from her voice. A whole other filly stood before this annoying stallion. She was Fionn, daughter of a Lead Stallion, and not some foal that could be toyed with.

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[emmy]

The wind blew a bit more blowing his mane onto the wrong fucking side again but he liked where his forelock ended right in his dark murderous optics. He liked it very much that a dark murderous chuckle escaped his chest in front of this friesian filly, he felt his chest being pushed up against by her was she trying to flirt with him? not a good fucking idea if your with Bijou. His twin lobes flicked forward as her seductress tone came up her vocals. Bijou watched as she spoke her cursing is Fionn what a strange name, he snorted as she leant away wanting more from her it was too late to turn back now.

She whinnied after she spoke then trotted away from him he nickered out to her in a murderous tone he hated it when others did that to him. Bijou leant back on his hind hocks and reared striking out his dark steel like hooves to the skies, as he crashed back down to the terra he snorted and cantered after her. As he got to her romp he parted his maw and lunged at her romp clenching tighter with his maw and teeth he dug in deeper not sure if this would bleed or scar or wound her he let go and came to the front of her where she had troted to stop her. Fionn you are not leaving me and im not leaving here. His tone was dark yet icy once again he snorted and came to a halt. Would you like to be fed to the eagles or do you want to stay safe? He chuckled with amusement he liked to play games and so he started one out, shaking his head he snorted again pawing the ground in annoyance.

[alucard]

Pain laced up her flank, causing Fionn to spin her head around suddenly. There, attached to her rump like some bug, was the stallion, in all his strangness and smugness. She snorted, whinied, and reared, bucking out at him as he let go, but slowly let her fury die down as he began to speak again.

It almost sounded like he was trying to control her already. The thought alone caused her to glare in his general direction. " You know nothing of me, colt," the young filly all but rumbled at the stud. How dare he think her just some play toy!! "You do not own me!! No stallion lays claim to me, unless it is with MY permission! And mine alone!" the filly whinied, rearing up on her hind hooves, lashing out, but coming no where near close to hitting the stallion.

For some reason . . . . . Fionn actually didn't want to hurt this stallion. If he had been any other stallion, mainly Alucard, she would have struck out at him, drawing blood, and possibly starting a fight. Yet . . . . This . . . . nameless stallion seemed to have a power over her she had never felt before. Returning to the ground, she tossed her mane, swinging her head around to check out her rump. Blood ran down her rump, mingling with a few stray hairs, and sliding down her back leg. Her head swung back around to face the stallion, coldness in her orbs. "What is your calling, stallion?" she questioned. . . . . Was that a sign of defeat that flickered through Fionn's orbs?

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