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Post by Thorn on May 11, 2009 14:49:49 GMT -5
"Why feel so happy near me? I am a forcer and you a pretty little toy." He said nipping her lightly teasing her back.
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Post by racechick on May 11, 2009 15:26:44 GMT -5
Royal Rain
"I don't know, you are comforting." Royal said, a smile curling evily on her maw. "May I ask your name?" She said, nipping his shoulder. The smallest taste of horse flesh set her off, and she bit him hard. A little blood spotted the inside of her mouth, and she spit it out. She eyed the stag, waiting for him to come back at her. |
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Post by Thorn on May 11, 2009 15:50:49 GMT -5
He merely twitched his skin and turn to her, “I am Death Bringer.” His voice was chilling and cold, he suddenly lashed out grabbing her by the mane he threw himself upon her and inserted his tool pumping hard. He inserted it in to the wrong hole and pushed harder, this mare would prove to be a High Mare eventually.
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Post by SoulofDarkness on May 11, 2009 18:43:28 GMT -5
A lone stallion watched in the distance, trying hard to keep his anger from boiling over. All forcers made his skin crawl, and this land was full of them. Word of the Voice galloped towards them, his eyes set on the leader. He would kill this stallion, and all the mares would be free to set their own path in life.
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Post by KitKat on May 11, 2009 18:51:16 GMT -5
Breeze of the South
Breeze trotted fearlessly into the forcebreeders land. She knew where she was but she was not afraid she was exited. Somehow she was just like a forcer herself, she loved to be bred but she had a power that made her not have foals. But she liked it like that because for one she hated foal and she would kill one with her heavy gypsy vanner body if she ever saw one and 2 having no foals meant more breeding at the same time. She trotted up to one a flirtasios smile on her face. "I know what you want" for the stallion was eyeing her. You want this. She pushed her but up against his chest and waited. She was flirtasious and a stunning pure gypsy vanner mare and that meant that the forcebreeders could lean on her all they wanted and she wouldnt budge. She was willing and she would do whatever they told her to for she loved to be bred |
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Post by Thorn on May 11, 2009 18:55:23 GMT -5
Death Bringer saw the new stallion coming and when he got close enough he lashed out with his hind hooves. "Horror, you need to bred with a mare."
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Post by SoulofDarkness on May 11, 2009 19:04:27 GMT -5
Horror smiled. "You're telling me that? I don't need to be asked."
Voice dodged the kick, and at once his small frame rippled with muscles. "Let the mares go free!" he roared as he lunged at the stallion.
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Post by KitKat on May 11, 2009 19:09:55 GMT -5
Breeze watched the stallions fight. She whinnied to get attention and then put her head down to the grass knowing that a stallion would come over sooner or later |
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Post by Thorn on May 11, 2009 19:11:44 GMT -5
Satan moved sideways, “What business is of yours?” He hiss and watched the stallion closely.
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Post by SoulofDarkness on May 11, 2009 19:16:28 GMT -5
Horror heard the whinny and his ears perked up. He trotted over to her, smiling slyly. "I hope you know that there's so escaping the land for you now," he said.
Voice whipped his head around. "I told you!" he growled, "You have no right to keep these mares here and treat them like that! Now DIE!" He kicked up sand at the stallion and lunged again, teeth bared.
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Post by KitKat on May 11, 2009 19:26:28 GMT -5
"I know there know escaping". she raised her eyebrow a mistevious smile on her face. Then she laughed happy she was in the lands of a forcer. She nuzzled him lightly and stepped back knowing he had no heart to nuzzle her. The she whinnied exitedly ready for whatever was coming
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Post by SoulofDarkness on May 11, 2009 19:31:52 GMT -5
Horror's gaze shifted between Misfit and the new mare, he was having a hard time deciding. "Hmmm, I wonder which would be more fun..." He was completely unshaken about the fight between the stallion and his brother, the stallion would have no hope of defeating Satan.
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Post by KitKat on May 11, 2009 19:43:56 GMT -5
Breeze shifted her weight to the other leg. She was a pure gypsy vanner ready for anything. her black and white patchers were almost irrisistable and her tail was held high ready for a stallion to breed her. she laughed under her breath knowing that this stallion was having a hard time deciding who to go for. she waited pationtly |
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Post by racechick on May 11, 2009 21:27:33 GMT -5
Royal Rain
The mare stood in an akward position, when the stallion mounted her. Her hind legs twitched, ready to kick the stallion. She inhaled the scent of another stallion, then disappered to her shadow form. She drifted off into the shadows of the trees, then turned into her horse form again. She watched the stallions start to fight, hoping to stay here with Death Bringer. |
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Post by Thorn on May 12, 2009 11:36:45 GMT -5
“Ask any one of my mares if they are happy here and they would say yes.” He turned and kicked the stud hard. He laughed out at the old sand trick and waited for the next attack.
Misfit saw his gave lay upon her and snorted wildly as if to say no way. She turned and galloped away the scent flowing nicely out.
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