Comfort is a mystery

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^{Clever got me this far}
C H E R R Y
_{Then tricky got me in}

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Puh. Don't ask me why the sudden craving for motherhood struck me with such brutality. I am the very last fatale most saw fit for holding responsibility over another's life. Nonetheless, a child's. A being of the most pure innocence and wholeness, however oh so very weak and inexperienced. Me? A mother? I don't think so.

But then for what reason did toned appendages drag me sauntering to this territory? Just for sex? Ha. Yeah right. I absolutely refuse to allow myself the lowly stoop of turning into a sex-crazed abhorrance, not unlike the rest of the overwhelming dove population. The repulsiveness of the females' performances while in season tempt me toward suicide. And suicide is not my game.

Homicide, on the other hand, can be quite an intriguing concept. The lovely sight of cold-blooded gore certainly sends me into quite a little state of pleasure. Unfortunately for those lusting stallions, the enticing crimson blood indeed must be torrenting for me to sincerely get going. Thus, unless you can cause a living beast pain for me, specific aspects of our relationship may be somewhat unsatisfactory. Aw. Poor you.

Dark hide shuddered, anticipation thrumming wildly beneath colored physique. A drowning silence buzzed contently throughout the clearing. Impatient zephyr lightly caressed the pined forest, carrying my sweet aroma into the dim air. I do desire a child, afterall, and a little advertising was in order to draw attention. How pathetic am I, lingering boredly in the center of a shaded forest clearing awaiting a stallion to come grant my wish? Immensely pathetic. But why not do as my body demands? There are no objecting reasons. Thus, let the games begin.[/blockquote][/color][/size]

OOC| Blah. Pretty crappy. Don't have much muse tonight :/

[Razor]

ooc: meh. I didn't actually know what color she was, so I'll just stick with tattooed for now. Xp

Drakkar is humility

With the dwindling breeze suddenly blowing up again, the dead grasses stirred, covering the rocky and muddy bank along the winding river. The rolling puffs of cloud drifted silently among the skie's cold blue, oblivious to the what should be thriving life beneath. Sure, this may be the dead of winter, but the little patches of snow left from the chinook ceased to end. Even though the sturdy boughs of pine limbs may shelter some from the cold snow, they only annoyed him. they would brush against his facade, taking the preciously thick warmth of his coat with it. The sap too, the sticky stuff on the ends of the pine needles, yes, they just made his body all the more dirty. With the cold air freezing the gooey stuff to his hide, it made him shiver to the bone. Sure his large, bulky form carries lot's of heat, more surface area also means more heat loss. So it was pretty much a win lose situation. It was equal, they canceled each other out. sot it kinda made him the perfect temperature during the middle seasons. He liked to call them middle seasons because they are in the middle of cold and hot. They were perfect, unlike today. the chinook was over, and the frigid atmosphere was back to itself.

As his ebony and ivory form appeared from the shadows, the unwarming sun enclosed around him, giving little warmth. Sure, it pretty much blinded him as he stepped out of the shadows, but it warmed the usually cold heart of his. His threads of tangled grease hung low on his nape, the ends picking up now and then as the wind tugged at them. His dinner plate peds plodded down on the earth, leaving large crescent shapes behind him, showing him where he was, and where he had been moments ago. Something drew him here, not memories of the odd time he explored into these peculiar lands. Not of the fact he wanted to come here for no obvious reason. It was something else. And that something tugged at him like a rope, pulling him farther into the brisk day. He growned, bobbing his chunky dial as he continued a steady pace. Why was he coming here?

Then it hit him, a tainted whiff of something oddly glorious. It wanted him somehow, and he wanted the owner of it. Letting his bored orbs come alight with a flicker, he quickened his pace to a bouncy trot. Letting his feathers whisp around his muddy titaniums, he carried himself over to where it grew stronger. He somehow knew in his brain, that it was a femme, but his interested orbs couldn't find her. No, nothing yet. And then he saw her. Slowing down once more, he noted that her small figure seemed odd, and there were no add-ons to her chassis. But there was something about that scent, and it drove him crazy.

Looking over her from afar, he slowly went forward, watching her the whole time. He didn't dare trust her, not when so many similiar femmes had left a few scratches on him. As he watched her petite body, he finally spotted the odd markings that etched her body. But why was it odd, when he himself had two horns sticking out from his face?

ooc: bleh.

[€herry]

^{Eye on what i'm after}
C H E R R Y
_{I don't need another friend}

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And sooner than I had anticipated had my first pet arrived. The appeal of the female physique works wonders when desiring a little satisfaction for our deepest cravings. Sex? No, no, silly. Power is what everyone kills for in this bloody era. Ripping flesh and crushing bones is but a small price for experiencing the sweetness of holding a rank of dreadful control.

Sinuous air twisted around my lean form, affectionately caressing the artwork embedded within my hide. Muscles contracted, shuddering in the cold, as the bitter zephyr nipped unkindly at my vulnerablely exposed mass. Hellishly dark occuli reflected the navy and velvet atmosphere as I studied the dragon.

This should be interesting. I do not typically radiate such intimacy toward complete strangers. However, it is about time for fresh stimulation. I doubt my actions tonight will maul me with regret later, unless, of course, the child proves an aggrivation. But aspects such as that can be easily erased.

Fore shanks cast forward, digging superficially into sod to commence my advance upon the hessian. Lampistra rolled in agonizing anticipation of the satisfaction he would provide. Near silent nicker slipped lightly from between semi parted trap to draw him closer. But I could not take the games. The lovely foreplay I had planned was swiftly terminated from mind. The horrid wait, although immensely brief, destroyed all senses. Pillars sank into the ground, ceasing my movement, muscles reacting by pivoting my haunches to face him, bringing him easier access. Harsh snort reverbrated from cords in demand for him to react, lithe form shaking with the sickening passing of time.

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OOC| Sooo sorry for the wait!! And I know I'm kinda jumping into things, but that's kinda how this mare is. lol.