A Brief Return Home {Maim & Mut}

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M U T I L A T I O N

Maim had denied Mutilations offer to join him at their childhood territory, while this upset him it was also very expected. After leaving the meeting spot he had with her the brute was wound up and eager to, sometime soon, take control over her; this was the first step. Massive muscles rippled along his entire frame beneath his painted pelt, each step shaking the earth below him, nairs flared as he gained on the territory. Heat was very evident even from a distance, the brute began to pick his pace up as he gained upon the land getting himself to a steady trot passing towering dotted cacti. In front of him were towering ocean like dunes, the hot winds blew the mounds of stand creating an aurora of different hues, landing with a sound that resembled rain upon the earth’s surface. Stopping now at the boundary of the sand, the stallion reached his nares in only to realize the beloved land had been abandoned; at least from what he could tell here. Picking his crown back up a smirk played across the brute’s kissers, he continued onwards in a steady trot, climbing the mountain like dunes and sliding gracefully down the other side. Heat pelted down upon his canvas, it had been a while since heat this extreme was subjected unto him and he could feel the weight it put on him. He was very thirsty at this point and left his optics to wonder the horizon until the sparkle of water, he knew was there, hit them.

At last the familiar glimmer hit his orb and he headed in that direction, gliding down the dune he found himself upon. Approaching the first source of water the stallion lowered his huge head he parted his kissers and sucked up the moisture that flew from the depths from springs below. Cool liquid filled his mug and traveled down his boa, quenching his thirst and giving him the assurance to press onward into the more fruitful portion of the land. Upon arrival the stallion surveyed with his senses once again picking up that the land had been abandoned and he relaxed his tense body for he was alone. Dancing around the towering trees the brute made his way to the massive pool of water in the center of the oasis, here he grazed upon the green blades and relaxed; he felt home for the first time in forever. Now he waited for his sister to run her errands and to find her way to the clearing as well, then he could feel out his sister and she how she had changed instead of the other way around. His confidence was high and his urges were throbbing, he could not hold it back much longer. A nicker called out to the edge of the clearing as a cracking of branches were heard; his deep oddly welcoming tones called out for his sister, Maim, lovely to see you again.

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This is so god awful I'll get better I promise.

[Trinity]

MAIM

Dainty crimson pillars carried my petite frame gracefully through the hot,humid desert. Mothers home a sigh of contentment flooded through my frame. I had ventured to find my nephew syn. The colt was as well as expected, although serpent's sanctuary was not his own domain he knew it well and had a crush on the lead. The cremello colt was watching over a minx that needed lots of time to flourish once more. Why syn offered to take her home was a mystery, but being his fathers son there had to be a reason. Nothing comes free in this life and syn knew this, for the mares sake I hope that she knows that. Syn could be a sweet stallion, but his mind was twisted to the point where he had his flaws. Syn welcomed me to stay, but the swamp was not somewhere I belonged. I honestly found myself wondering if I belonged anywhere. I knew I did not belong to just one that would be a loss for the world. My heart pounded harder as the heat intensified around me. My spotted pelt beaded up with sweat, my flaxen crimson and ruby mane stuck to my neck, and felt heavy. Water... I needed water, I was headed home. I wished to see mother, father would not bother me if i could not see him again. He was not happy to see me or my brothers when I insisted searching for the brute. I wished to know that half of my genetics. The same seemed to stretch on forever as my maw begged for water. The oasis was small, nothing compared to mother's. Water would be water though. My maw lowered into the water the cold aqua flowed down my throat, filling my thirst. The stinging sensation in my throat was gone, for now.

My listeners perked as the sound of another caught my attention. Maim, lovely to see you again. The grullo beast made himself known with his words. He was here, he was there, mut had not latched on since we were foals. A snort fell from my nostrils as my cranium craned in his direction. "Well well Mutilation, you look a tad bit flustered." My words were sweet and soothing as i watched him carefully. Miss matched orbs studied him for another moment. My heart fluttered for a moment as my crimson pillars pressed forward. They ventured closer to the brute my banner flickered lightly against my spotted pelt. "now tell me Mutilation what is it that you truly want from me?" A gentle grin made its way to my velveteen kissers. My miss matched visionaries studied his violet orbs for the answer that i knew would come, well hopefully so that it was not in a type of code. 

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M U T I L A T I O N

Blotted orbs looked hungrily over the two toned pelt that was his sister Maim, it was never understood the way he felt towards her but then again he really did not care to know; all he knew was that over all these years it had grown and it seemed now was the time to quench it. She was covered in sweat from her long journey, her mane sticky and heavy from the moisture caught between her pelt and blanketing cover. Her frame sleek and painted like an artist’s canvas, unusual and unique to only her. Her scent was also heavy with the heat and swamped his nares, flooding his lungs and fueling his desire. She danced her way over towards him flicking her color covered whipcords against her flanks, nothing had looked as welcoming to the brute in the longest of time. Well well Mutilation, you look a tad bit flustered. she was so good at reading him it was almost scary, however he left it without response, his auricles perked up to her next silky tones, Now tell me Mutilation what is it that you truly want from me? This was quite a question to ask the stag at this point, and he felt as if he should respond to her but once again did not. A dark chuckle left the brute's chest, one that would curdle blood or send chills down your back; full attention was given to the mare’s flanks being whisked by her whipcords.

Twin-peaks pinned themselves back and the brute shifted his weight to circle Maim, orbs never leaving her flank except to meet with her orbs filled with that of desire and control. Massive hooves crushed the blades below him as he slowly repeated his circle around her again, and again, and again. Every second her scent grew stronger and the brute more impatient. Oh, Maim, I think you and I both know. Let’s not play games. as he passed on her right side flank he lashed out at her tail dock attempting to get a mouth full of flesh but not tear it off, just send a shot of pain to her spine; he stopped directly behind her, his whither at her tail. Distance between them was tight and he could feel her warmth upon his pelt.Maim, this will be so much easier without a fight, however, if you do the game makes it that much more enjoyable. Another dark chuckle left his chest and he circled one last time, lashing a few times at the mare to confirm dominance; and to await her reaction. He could easily over power her, and was very welcoming to any fight that she decided to deal. Blood coursed through his body faster and faster, his member unsheathing itself, ready for what was about to take place.

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serves its purpose XD

[Trinity]

MAIM

A chuckle escaped his maw, it was deep, dark, something that belonged to his former alliance. The darkness that filled his heart was something that could eventually harm him. They would cause issues for not only him as fall as his inner workings, but to how he dealt with others in general. I would not hold his dark heart against him, for it was how he was and he was after all, finally his own without Massacre beating it out of him. My heart was different from the rest of them it always had been and it always would be. It made me myself and i would remain true to myself. He moved then starting to circle me, his lips parted and he spoke. Oh, Maim, I think you and I both know. Let’s not play games. His circle tightened and he lashed out at my tail. He succeeded and a pain rushed up through my spine, and humor turned to anger, my smile faded as well. The stallion stopped behind me, my dagger lashed out in anger, hoping to make contact with him.

Maim, this will be so much easier without a fight, however, if you do the game makes it that much more enjoyable. He laughed again and a snarl fell from my kissers. He lashed out again missing a few times, but hitting the others. Anger was not pretty on me and the heat made it all the worse. "I am not your whore, Mutilation." I snarled. "and better yet, roughing up my body is something i know you do not want mutilation." My snarl remained as the anger pulsated through my frame. The anger was almost too much to deal with in this moment. "I was being pleasant, i'm not naive mutilation I've know about your crush since we were children. I just hoped you would have grew out of it and found someone, but your attitude here makes it obvious as to why you do not have anyone else." I paused for a moment.

"If you do what you have planned here, the way you have it planned you will never forgive yourself, you do have a heart in there somewhere. and i sure as hell will never be pleasant again." My words were like ice as they ventured forth. I sighed then and blamed mother, although i knew that i should have blamed myself. I cared far too much for my brothers to cause them physical pain, plus my bodice was far more feminine then theirs. Mutilation was lucky Gladiator was not around, my son did not take kindly to someone so close and with such intentions in mind.  My banner flickered again as my bodice turned to face him. The heat was taking its toll on my body, it caused my breath to become heavy.  I could feel myself becoming faint, but i fought through it. A low growl escaped my kissers then.

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M U T I L A T I O N

Above the pacing brute shadows fell upon his pelt from the canopy above, rays of light and blankets of heat protruded from between the intertwined twisted branches. Towers created a vail from any outsiders, they were completely concealed the bark acting like padded walls keeping conversation within the small grazing ring as well. Water trickled into the clearing from the springs laying below, falling into the pool beside the siblings reminding them of the time still ticking away with every second. Breezes that would be cool and welcomed in any other terrain met the brute’s body with a haunting heat, provoking more sweat upon his already matted canvas. Distressed, the mare stood attempting to ward off the bastard, her brother, and what he was about to do; but to no avail. Heavy breathing came with a rough grunt as the heat began to take a toll on him, he could not put this off much longer for the heat or his sanity. His twin peaks picked up her snarled words, meant to intimidate him and make him double think what he was going to inevitably do, all it did was speed the process up. I am not your whore, Mutilation. And better yet, roughing up my body is something i know you do not want mutilation. She spoke his name and he crept a smirk upon his mug, it had a hint of quiver but not so much that it was evident. She was mad and he could see it, her breathing picked up and her orbs narrowed with every step he took around her. I was being pleasant, I’m not naive mutilation I've known about your crush since we were children. I just hoped you would have grew out of it and found someone, but your attitude here makes it obvious as to why you do not have anyone else. Everyone had known about how he felt about her, even their mother. He felt her orbs watching him carefully, ready to defend and protect her lovely, perfect, angel of a daughter. He heard all of the whispers that herd members spoke when they thought he was gone but instead he was in the shadows, or pretending to sleep, orbs shut tight breathing steady; how were they to know what damage they would do by not being proactive? No one did a thing. And here we are.

If you do what you have planned here, the way you have it planned you will never forgive yourself, you do have a heart in there somewhere. And i sure as hell will never be pleasant again. Pleasantries from his sister were far from what the bastard wanted. This would damage her more than it ever would him, he was absolutely positively sure about that. He had craved this for his entire life, held off for this moment where no one could hear her pleads such as now, trying to get him to back the fuck off and let her go without being tainted. That would never happen, she had no influence now his mind was set and even if what she said did impact him in some way, hormones were flying and she was the only one who he had to fix it. His large maw parted, velveteen kissers curving for every consonant he spoke, dark heavy tones surrounding and flowing out of the creases, the small trickles of rusty copper hot fluid from his lunges at her formed pools in the corner of his mouth formations; Maim. You have served your due of Pleasantries for my life time. I am numb, nothing I do now to you will diminish how I feel about myself or the world. Circles stopped, he was centimeters from her orbs, peering into them as if he was trying to possess her. Even you couldn’t be fool enough to believe your words have any sway on my actions. A dark chuckle filled with heavy lust escaped next, followed by swift moments to his mug to her rump, lipping at her tail to move it out of the way Mutilation now fully exposed and thrusting his weight upon her grasping on to ensure his heavy frame could not be removed. Large daggers gripping with no remorse around her flanks, ivory daggers gripping onto the base of her mane pulling to throw off her balance and for his own pleasure. He continued to thrust to his content, adjusting he daggers planted to the ground to once again ensure stability. He awaited for her impending kicks and attempts to dismount him but was well prepared.

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serves its purpose XD