X.:.<Satan's>{Little}[Toy].:.X

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{Please don't claim her without my consent ;D}

Bod moved gracefully across the landscape. Harks were pricked on her beautiful crown. Pillars moving smoothly, plume flying straight behind her. She was a thoroughbred, a born runner. Swifter and more graceful than any other breed or equine around. She was extremely in heat and her scent splayed out as each piston hit the sod. The ground was ripped up as she skid to an immediate stop. A chilling, haunting call exited her mug, signaling to any dark brute.

[ashley314]

{Ohhhhhh me me can my stallion Blade claim her??? ^^}

[x.:.Prophecy.:.X]

{sure, but let them talk first. It's up to her, lol. If she likes him, then i'll tell you. If not, then wait 'till she does. ;D}

[ashley314]

Flints thudded against the ground harshly as the large bodied mutt made his way through the land which seemed to be empty. This was only his third time to the Claiming Grounds and every time Blade returned home, he was victorious. Suddenly without warning the hellion stopped. Harks flicked in his skull. There was another equine nearby. But, was it a femme? Nares flared wildly taking in the sweet aroma around him. An evil smirk crossed upon his façade as Blade, realized that it was a minx and she was in heat. Why hadn’t he smelt it before?

Well-toned pillars moved into a canter towards the bruja. Orbs glinted evilly. Black tassels whacked harshly against his boa. A blood curling call echoed from his vocals signaling to the vixen that Blade was on his way. After clearing away from the foliage, Blade could tell that the femme before him was a Thoroughbred. Stilts halted next to the mare. “Lo…..cursing’s Blade yours” he hissed, lyrics were cruel and haunting.

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Occs eyed the brute cruelly. A freisian most definately. Piston clawed the geo, leaving it's forever scar. Tiara was tossed, visage gazed the mutt's bod and a snort exited her pools. As his lyrics hit her auds, they were pinned defiantly. Another brute wanting her. She was of more value than any other vix and wanted to be treated like a dark demoness should.

Many claiming nips, mostly scars, covered the right section of her rump. So many brutes would try, but all failed. None could reach her savage heart. She never had love, and she didn't want it. This hellion had another thing coming if he thought he could tame her.

Occuli turned cruely to him, sizing him up with such harshness. Plume was flicked as she pondered what to say and do. Tell him her curse? Certainly not. At least not yet. He didn't deserve it. "Listen mutt, my scar doesn't belong to you and you will never behold it. Do not ask and you won't hear it. Ask, and you will not receive." She hissed, lyrics full of cruelty and hate. She trotted a few meters away from his muscular form.