Make you Scream ((Drover))

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,2,black][atrb=width,500] [bg=#000000] Z'Rayne actions thoughts speech Her blue pools were closed to the world. She was half awake, half asleep. Half dreaming of the events that had led her to this place. Running, from her past and trying to forget it, she dreamed of an old face, her father, as he shook his head in disgust and the words that dripped from his icy voice box. "You’re such a disappoint to me, Z'Rayne." She looked back at him, in a icy stare, not caring what he thought. Her lack of words, seeming to make him all the more angered. "Nothing to tell me?!... well then SCREAM" he has huffed, shaking his dial. A grin plastered on her maw as she looked at him, shaking her head from side to side, in a no. His auds laced back and as he reared, she looked up at him in disregard. He was going to strike her, and then he was going to rape her, and the sick trust about it was, she liked it. Her pools opened as she caught the change of winds, picking up scents. That was two years ago, she thought to herself. I was a two year old filly and he had his way with me. She grinned as the memories flooded her brain. She knew she was probably sick to enjoy it, but she honestly didn’t give two shits about it. No one else had to know about it, it wasn’t their concern nor their business. Rolling her pools inside her dial, she stretched her legs out before her and then arched her back. Red roan hued bodice, shivering in the morning cool, dust flying into the air. Twitching her tail she looked around. This place wasn’t bad looking, not at all. She quite enjoyed the lush grasses under her hooves and the blue sky stretching above her. She could smell the pine trees in the distance as the breeze blew toward her... and the strong scent of another. Ahh, a stud, she thought to herself. A fun time for her, indeed. Blue optics searched the edges of the meadow, before she set her sights onto acting aloof, as if she has not smelled a thing. He would find her, and she knew it. Everyone seemed to find her when she wanted them to, sometimes even when she didn’t. A slight smirk on her maw, as she made a small, seemingly innocent display of flopping down on the ground and rolling about, making sure to scatter her scents into the air. Standing, she decided to fill her slender form on the grasses, crunching on the emerald blades as the sun started to rise above the trees. The first few rays, touched her slender body and glinted off her red roan coat. Her mane and tail, accented with golden rays as she flicked them from the flies. Her odd hued pools, glinting like ice as she continued to eat, just waiting for the owner of these lands to find her here, she had a feeling he was quite the catch... perhaps the catch of the week.

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OCC: Hey HEY

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] A heavy sigh, escaped the sorrels flared nares as curtains relentlessly finally ravelled up to reveal amber optics. The Australian Brumby really didn't know what it was but for weeks almost months now his sleep had been restless, having to force his body to shut down. It never really did though, as his mind was always constantly running and never calming down less than a lope. The stag truly didn't know what it was keeping him up, was it the normal worries that came to a lead stallion, of the herd and if they were happy. Or perhaps it was he hadn't seen the mare he intended to make his mate for a long while, after all she carried his only current future lineage inside her womb. She was the only mare bestowed with a foal of his, perhaps that was his worry too not having bred more than one mare over the spring. It could have been a mix of it all keeping this sorrel chestnut brute from a restful night sleep. Raising his chiseled visage, bowing his well muscled neck stretching and livening his muscles up once more, Drover couldn't even come to sleeping laying down anymore. Always standing incase need of something happening, he could tell his body was starting to get sick of it but if he ate enough it'd keep him rejuvinated to sustain it. Though he'd even gone down on filling his gut every day as needed as well, what was wrong with him. He'd gotten several to join his safe haven but there was still something that didn't seem to settle keeping the four year old on edge. Harks flickered having found a spot nesstled in the wooded area of his lands that he'd taken as his own to rest when not out on patrol or watching over his herd members. Stepping forth stretching his limbs and shaking his cranium, shedding sleep from his body as moist thick humid air filled his lungs with each breath. Morning with the heat already baring down, the brumby was use to it though he prefered dry heat over this humidity crap. It was harder to breath, almost like trying to breath warm water, not a fan of at all. Glancing around the pillars of the forest, Drover began a normal scout of the borders to ensure no trouble was brewing, as well remarking his territory so it was known the place was his. Stopping to take a few grazing moments in a small meadow, the brumby didn't dottle long till his followed a padded down trail that lead through trees to a bigger meadow. It was a thing he liked about the lands he'd claimed, it had many streams running through it as well as woods for shelter and meadows scattered the territory. It'd let the herd be able to graze together or be alone so they didn't feel crowded by others, they had their free choice. As he entered this meadow scenting the air of its sweet grasses, the auroma of a foriegn mare filled his nares. Harks pricked and specticals wide open down, shedding his worries to be presentable to a new comer of the lands. Pleased it was a mare and not the stale scent of a stallion, the only one Drover really prefered was Phelsley as duo colored midget among the horses of Mustang. A friendly soul the little guy was, which made the sorrel wonder where his little friend was that day, none the less the feminine scent drew him back. On the opposing side of the vast feild did amber hues spot the red attractice boddice of the scent's owner. A welcoming smiled adorned Drover's features as he trotted his way closer to the maiden. Oh the insects were out already as ivories nipped at his own flesh, ridding his pelt of horse-flies and normal flies alike. Pests that should never have a right to live by how annoying they were, coming closer to the mare he brushed his chest with his chin one last time to rid the flies away for a few more moments. "Greetings Red Maiden," Australian accent nickered softly to her slowing to a halt before her, taking in every detail of her morsel. "I'm Drover, king of these lands rather curious of such a beauty has blessed the area with her presence." Oh the Brumby couldn't help but let flirtation lyrics flow from his maw, it was so early in the day though he knew if his intended mate Lussuria heard him speak such. He'd tan his hyde and cause a huge fit, though he'd see it as cute and know she'd get over it. Wasn't Drover's fault that the horse gods had made mares such beautiful seductive creatures that bayed for praise from a humble stud like he. Though impressed finally a mare not of the painted sort had attracted his attention, rather a deep red roan with legging and blaze that stood out as white as fresh foam on rush waters. A beauty that the Amorous Valley King could not peal his eyes from at the moment or any time soon. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/4yrs/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,2,black][atrb=width,500] [bg=#000000] Z'Rayne actions thoughts speech She stood there in the meadow alone, her ivories working on the lush grasses. The scent of this place was nice. The way the pine trees carried a fresh aroma on the wind, how the cool breezes came in from the shaded forest and then, how the sun beat down over head on her bodice. Something about summer time, always lit a fire in her guts. She loved how the sun filled her with warmth. She hardly ever sweat, as she was so accustomed to being in a desert before she has lived here, that this was nothing but cool to her, and she enjoyed it. . . that is, until it snowed. She was miserable in the snow. It made her joints ache and pop and she felt so stiff and old, she couldn’t stand it. Shaking out her nape, her mane flying around her, she let out a small snort. Her mind trailing off to her past as she grinned silently to herself. She was sick, and twisted and she knew this but at the same moment, she didn’t care. It didn’t make a difference what had happened then. Closing her pools she started to envision it all over again then she jerked back to reality as a deer carelessly stepped out into the clearing and jumped back, startled by her. Without a twitch, she opened her pools and looked at the young buck. Before long the buck eased up and watched her closely. She never said a word, just looked at his slender tan frame. She wondered where he had been, or who he was looking for, if anyone. His nose moved as she tested the air for scents. His ears moving on his dial from side to side, listening. Then, out of nowhere his tail went up and as if he had no weight to him at all, he was bounding across the field to the group of others. So this was his home too, she thought. She longed to have a safe haven, but in the same respect, she was too much of a wonderer that many brutes wouldn’t have her as she was somewhat of… well.. she knew exactly what she was. A whore. And she loved every second of it. Grinning she continued to graze, as the pests started to come out full force. Tassels twitched in annoyance as the flies bit at her underside. Stomping her hoof into the ground, she bent her neck back while picking her leg up to swing under and rid herself of the nasty pest. Icy gaze had already caught the movement in the distance but was too preoccupied with ridding herself of the thing that was biting her teats, that she didn’t respond as quickly as she would have liked. Before long she was done, and she turned her bodice to face the on comer. Two words stuck out in her mind. Handsome F**K. She grinned a playful grin, looking over his frame as if she were examining an expensive stone in the ground. He’ll do right nice. She thought to herself. Yes, the humid air was suffocating her and her belly full of the emerald blades it was time to set forth her plan. It was apparent that he was interested in her. Flicking her tail from side to side, she knew his sensitive studly nares would catch wind of her scents, and drive him damn near mad. She looked at him, her icy pools glazed over with a fixation, ready for the game. He was well muscled, and upon his lyrics she noted the accent he carried and that cranked her up another notch. She had never heard someone like him before, he must not have been from around here? She questioned herself but then decided to let her sweet, county accented lyrics flow from her maw. “Such a gentlemen, you are. Tell me, do’ya live here in these parts, sir? “ She flicked her tail once more, her pools twitching in her skull, watching his ever move. “Such’a handsome…. Fine…. Young feller like you, surely you’d own these lands ey?” Watching him close she let her flints carry her slender 15.2 frame around his much taller one. Upon her rear nearing his nares, she innocently let her tail swing to the side to swish an invisible fly away, grinning as she done so. “I am Z’rayne or Zee, sir. What do I have the pleasure of calling you?” She flicked her chords as she watched him, standing close, maybe too close for his comfort.

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OCC: Loved the post! I am getting more and more words for you lol. Sorry, its been months since I rped :0

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] This mare was dazzling to the eyes and no doubt she was aware and using her female powers the moment she seen him. Though this was another case it seemed his words weren't understandable, not recieved or the mares lately were just deft to his introductions. Distracted by the sudden assualt of her now stronger aroma into his nares, it was well past spring but it made Drover's gut tense. Soaking her scent deep into his lungs, letting her approach, chest puffing up gloating in her praising words to him. He truly loved how the ladies just dropped to their knees in MUSTANG from just hearing his deep australian accent. And her apparent attention was proving this point even more. Not really thinking to much as the red vixen proceeded to nearly brush up along side him, turning his dial letting his velvets brush over her smooth fur. Nares flaring even more as she paused flicking her tail at flies, his body was beginning to arouse without him really thinking of it. His maw hoovered to the side of the base of her tail, lips barely touching her rump trailing down nibbling lightly to the back of her thighs. As though trying to coax her like that of a mare ready to breed in the spring, Drover hadn't lost control even during spring. Suddenly his harks pricked and he froze realizing what he was doing, what was he doing for that fact. Attempting to tuck his pride side stepping to make space between the two, flicking his own tail in irritation with himself. "... Z'rayne...." Her name settling on his tongue for a moment before he shook his skull. This was embarassing to be so distracted, a horrible first impression not good in Drover's mind. "Oh goodness, I'm dearly sorry Z'rayne." He appologized for his male tendancies taking control for a few moments. Taking in a deep breath the brumby facing the mare in a more front appropriate position. He had to keep himself under control this was unusual of him and any would say so that had known him. "Indeed miss, Call me Drover these are infact my lands. They are welcome for any to call home as long as they abide by simple rules. " Smiling warmly letting the embaracement go as confidence now filled his lyrics, holding himself in a proper proud stance before the red filly. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/4yrs/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby/Amorous Valley King Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,2,black][atrb=width,500] [bg=#000000] Z'Rayne actions thoughts speech Ess’s auds flicked from the side of her dial, to the front. Her mind was starting to wonder again. She could feel the warmth of the sun, claiming ever so higher in the sky. It was nothing like the heat that was starting to flood inside her veins. She knew she was a bad example to the few mares that had standards, but she never had them. She knew what they were, but she disregarded them completely. She had no desires to be the proper, proud mare her mother would have wanted her to be, no, this was stripped from her at a very early age from her father. Knocking her to her knees time and time again, as she crawled back to him, begging for more. Most would refer to the mare as a masochist, she desired the pain and took pleasure in the humiliation that came from it. Like steel, bent with hot pressure over time, moaning and screaming under the immense pressures as it was bent and molded to the form that was desired, this was Z’Rayne. Her father, simply known as Demon (which was not his real name) bent her over time, constantly coming back to ensure his work was perfectly imperfect. Reinstating every wound by ripping the scabs off, sinking his own ivories into her, by whispering the horribly delightful words of lust into his daughters auds. Taking from her, the one that that was, according to her mother, only for her first true love, her forever mate. Then, being thrown by Demon from stud to stud, as he watched them all have their way and laughed. Azul optics glazed over with memories, pains, emotions, and lust as she moved in front of the stud. She could feel her own scents pour from her, her readiness to him as his lips moved down her, near her rump and then trail her thigh. She let her gait pause for a mere moment, her optics catching a glimpse of his swollen pride, a grin appearing on her kissers as her own ashen lips pressing into his flanks, her nares inhaling his strong scent, the heat from his core. She has a way with most, that could bring even the most noble of steeds down to her level of sin. Seduction, power, a succubus as her mother called her once. She lived off the feelings of lust, the desire, the pain, the closeness. She craved being with others, male, or female, to her it didn’t matter. Nipping his flanks she felt him pause and then realized she wasn’t dealing with one who gave in all together, no, this one had morals. Grinning she flipped her tail over his face as she spun around so he could see the view without any disruption from her tassels, before turning the rest of the way to face him as he stood a distance from her, his lyrics pouring from his mouth. She smiled a polite smile, as he spoke to her. Auds flicked forward, intent on catching every word, every sound that parted from his chest. The birds were singing with him, the earth was moaning under them, and the sun was causing the heat inside her… to threaten to boil from her very veins. Flints let her smaller plates bring her slender bodice closer to him. “Drover,… mmm..” she licked her ashen lips as she let her nares hover just before his own, her tones growing hush. “Don’t apologize… you can’t control mother nature. It’s a part of who we all are…. “ She moved her body now, down his own, hoping he would stand still again so she could inhale him, taste him. She desired nothing more than to be a part of his lands, but she wouldn’t stay. Oh, a part of her wouldn’t mind to stick around for maybe a week or more, but her soul was one that belonged to none, and her intentions seemed to take her to many other studs. “The pleasure is all mine, to be acquainted with such a fine looking lead.” She let her serpentine like neck, stretch out toward him, hoping he would stand so she could feel him under her skin. Her auds flicked neutral to her skull, then back to him as she listening to his chest pull in air and then release it. Sometimes, the most basic of functions could give away so much from one being. Perhaps it was just her wishing, but she swore it was getting faster. Melodic lyrics, like a whisper now escaped her in a dream like state “Spring time is for young, summer is for love… with no strings attached, Drover.” Her thick, sweet words, reminding him that this time of the year, hardly no mare was in season what so ever, and that her scent was strictly her own, sweet perfume that he desired. She lipped once more at his flanks, before letting the last of her words fall from her maw “I’d be delighted to stay, as your toy…”. With that she let him take the next move.

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OCC: Such a messed up fae she is... I love RPing sick, twisted, incest freaks lmao!

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] This red vixen was toying with him, he knew it as his entire body flushed at the her light touch on his flanks. Attempting to take deep calming breaths were becoming fuital to do the more he watched her. Trailing every detail move, every purposeful action to get him to drop to his knees and beg to take her. The intoxicating fragrance pooling from her bodice was all that filled the stallions lungs, enducing his blood to burn. Yet he couldn't tell if it was that or the blazing sun beating down on his sweat dampened sorrel pelt. Drover was beginning to tremble with resistance against his internal natural feral side. It burned with in him, mother nature provoking his every thought. It wouldn't hurt anything. No one would know. You know it's something you want. Take her roughly and don't give her a choice. She's pleading for you to be barried inside her. Shaking his head violently trying to rid his mind of these thoughts, they weren't him, he'd never take a mare forcefully even if they wanted it. Drover was the gentle stud who one another over by trust not scare them by brute force. What was this mare doing? Was she insane? She didn't even know if he had a mate. Well he didn't know either at this point but that was besides the point. Z'rayne was full out wanting him, seducing him, provoking him, urging him, teasing him, taunting him and boy was she doing a great job of it to. He stood very still as she pressed her bodice against him again, afraid if he made a move he wouldn't be able to control it. Barely even able to keep his pride mostly tucked, it almost hurt restraining it, his muscles rippling as he stood tense and trembling. "Z'rayne..... I adore your sweet words.... but " Drover started, even his words had a shake to them as his eyes closed. Flanks twitching at her touch again, not of annoyance but how sensative his senses were becoming. The touch made him tense even more forcing his body to keep still. Suddenly harks sprung forward and curtans reeled open at her ending words. Toy? What was this? Willingly wanting to be some sex toy or slave? This mare was twisted... but yet a part of of the australian brumby stirred... a dark part that made the stallion shudder. A part of him that liked the sick idea of claiming her as his own personal toy. Though he'd never let anyone know of this, and never treat her different infront of others, but in private have his way with her? This thought delighted the male, and it sickened him all at the same time. Attempting to steady himself he looked at her with a leathal possessive amber gaze, with out a word stepping to her, his maw was forcefully nudging her tale aside. Lipping at her sensual parts then giving a rough lick, sniffing and snorting her intoxicating posion into his lungs and blood stream. A nip to her rump before circling around her, his chiseled torso rubbing against every inch of hers as he pulled even with her shoulder. Standing well taller than her, "Little Missy, Toy you may be as mine when we are alone. Amongst the others we are just friends and you are one of my herd mares. One lyric slips and you'll regret." Unusal from him, but his vocals were deep low and full of a dangerous possession control. This was the first his feral brute side had taken over, and she the first to ever see it. Anyone who knew him would not know this new Drover seen today. Yet he did not succum to returning to her rear just simply stepping away, though not restraining his pride anymore letting it hang swollen. Began to graze, hoping and wanting for the mare to come and beg, plead as he refuses to please the little girl right away. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/4yrs/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby/Amorous Valley King Character Log;; click! Tags;; Z'rayne Muse;; WTF Notes;; What have you done!? Drover is currupted now!!! Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[th][cs=3][rs=3][atrb=border,2,black][atrb=width,500] [bg=#000000] Z'Rayne actions thoughts speech Red vixen shivered with delight as she noticed Drover grow weaker and weaker to her advances. She wasn’t new at this, no she had made many a ‘good’ males, revert back to their primal, native state of being . Her tail tossed her tassels from side to side causally as she looked at him with her piercing blue gaze. His body was tense, damn with sweat. Her own was starting to get moist from the anxiety of the situation, the stress, and the delight from the mid summer days heat. Shaking her nape she could sense a change about to come, a change she desired to see. She could remember how her father’s eyes looked, the sick and twisted rage, the possessive forceful nature about him. She thrived and desired to push each and every brute over the edge, if they were not already. She wanted to feel the pain, she wanted to be taken back and slung around and forced to relive her past, and then remember the one who made her. Sadistic grin plastered upon her maw as she seen the brutes pride swell before her, and he seemed to not care as much about it showing. She inhaled his scents, noticed his rigid frame, how he was pressing his comfort zone, how he was threatening to break loose out of his mold. She was pushing him, nudging him, begging him to come out after her. Auds pricked toward him, listening to his rigid breaths, how they were becoming heavier and more unstable, huffing her scents “Drover” she whispered in a seductive tone. “Who would I have to tell?” she answered him. “I am the lowest of the low, the newest member, I care not who you know as no one knows me, I care not of outstanding personal rank. It’s our filthy little secret, Drover. I’ll be your whore, forever.” She whispered softly in his auds, pressing her hot body against his own, lipping where his aud met his dial. “take me. Mark me, scar me, and remember I belong to you…” she her auds slow, as his body revved up and prepared itself. Something snapped inside him, and she seen his gaze flick from uncertainty, as he exploded from his normal confines, to the world of new emotions, intense sexual desires , and wild hearts. She braced herself, for the unexpected but with him, she hadn’t expected such a harsh change. She was enjoying herself. Knowing that it was her that drove this good hearted brute to become a passion starved adulteress like herself, she grinned. Oh, he was sure to have at least the prospect of a mate. What did it matter? Most horses bred all the mares in their harem to increase their own blood lines. Yes, but usually the act of passion was saved for the one and only, the anytime love making was for the two who ruled as leaders. Of course, it seemed to be more and more that the brutes were calming smaller harems and simply being faithful to only one being now days. This was un horse like, and frankly according to her, careless. If a stallion wished to be strong, he would pass on his seed to create more, at least so she thought. Of course, she was by no means a mother figure. No, her most active sexual drive, the time she craved attention was when she was not in the way or becoming a mother. She knew her season cycles came twice a year. Early spring, and late autumn. She refused to be with anyone and would stay in a cave if need be to stop herself from becoming impregnated. A foal, was not on her list of things she desired, she liked the act that made them, but not the responsibility. She was careless in that department. A grin struck her features once again as her thoughts came back to him, watching, waiting. His tones stuck a note in her. “Yes” she agreed and whispered in a pleading voice. He was pushing her tassels to the side, inhaling her scents. Noises started to exit her maw as he harshly invaded her personal space, tasting her, daring her to move. She let her nape snake back to watch him, her optics on fire. He wasn’t moving, he was playing with her desires now. She knew he could taste how ready she was, see it. She narrowed her gaze and pushed her rear to his chest, but he stepped away from her. Grinning she turned to face him in one quick movement, her chest pressed against his own as she looked at him, feeling him. She let her nape entwine with his, inhaling him as her tassels stayed hanging in the air to the side, wafting fumes back to his face. “Drover, you handsome brute you, I’ll answer to you, my lord. Make me yours, mark me.” She nipped harshly now at his withers, daring to break skin and cause a reaction in him. Her auds laced back as if she were going to ear up to his height and threaten to fight him. Her azul gaze met his amber possessive stare, the same glare in his eyes that her father once held for her as her mind started to race and her heart ticked faster in her chest. Hopping on her back legs to stand eye to eye with him in a mini rear she shook her dial in defiance at him, daring him to knock her down in her rightful position under him. Snapping her jaws in his face, she was hoping he would lash out and force his way on her, well… force wasn’t exactly the word was it? I mean, after all, she was willing.

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OCC: Longest reply so far! getting better and better with heerrrr.
WOOHOO! Loved the post!

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[atrb=background, img269.imageshack.us/img269/2430/middlecq.jpg] This was truly driving him insane, his testosterone driven male instincts were breaching the surface after building layers of resistance against such. She was envoking it, the beast of pure desire and brute dominance over a female, full claim they were his to every compacity possible. Taking their body and mind, taking away their free will to answer to him and only him when moments like this came to rise. Though he knew this fae would not become laiden heavy after he planted his seed but the idea of it all illuminated in his mind. Already plans set forth in his mind, there was no escape for this maiden when spring came, he'd fight teeth and iron hoof over her from any stallion that dared. Awwh yes she followed him, a sickly pleased grin plastered itself to his features, she pressed against him begging for him. Pleading and pledging herself to him and any use he wanted of her, never having suck vial thoughts come to him before it all was pleasing in a very sick manner. Then she was beginning to test him, roughing up against him, impatient. He cared not of personal space invasion but by how dark his mind was at the moment he let out a bit of a short aggressive roar at her. Not tolerating her pushing and rearing against him. Though flashing his ivories he did not touch her flesh with them, just pushing heavily against her boa as he rose higher than her. Rearing pressing his front knees against her chest to push her back all the while making soft caring nips at her mane. And odd thing to do at the time but though darkness was possessing him there was still care and affection surfacing. "My Mizzee you have some attitude problems," he nickered lowly and threatening to her after pressing her back to all fours against the earth. Groughly he kept his torso pressed against hers nibbling softly from her chest, over her shoulder and barrel to her back thigh. Nudging and nipping at her soft pelt, his pride was fully showing as he began to prance in place in anticipation of the very act to come. His nips became a litter rougher as his rump twiced around so he was fully behind her, sniffing and teasing underneith her tail once again. Giving Z'rayne full ability to yet decline this more than worked up stallion, though mind full of dark spots he was still attempting to stay sweet and kind to her in a sense. "Do you want me to correct these attitude issues?" The australian accent taunted as he glanced forward into her visage, pure lust and desire sparking fire in his amber orbs. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Drover/4yrs/Sorrelchestnut/16.2hh/Australian Brumby/Amorous Valley King Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Finally done, sorta short but very antcy Credits;; Table by FOREVERPAIN; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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