I Wont Sugar Coat It For You [ Open ]

[amity]

M I D G E

A foreboding darkness swept behind the mare, not just because the forest grew even denser with every step she took, but it was the pure blood lust that the mare felt. It was the way she had already cursed this land with a promised blood bath, nowhere was save, no one was safe it was just a matter of time before the wrath was released. Snorting, the mare walked with her crown high, she breathed heavily as she traveled making loud deep bellows unafraid of being sought out by any beings that may be near. Tossing her banner the mare shook out her long black mane, whipcords slashed the air repeatedly as she danced agitated at what little amount of living creatures were in this land. Stopping the mare took a second to dig in the pines, dried and crisp they broke under a single half ounce of pressure from her dagger. Her cold orbs watched the trees that surrounded her, surely there was some big game in his terrain. Parting her velveteen kissers a bit the bitch extended her retractable row of sharp meat shredding ivories. The sound of a loan wolf’s growl snarled behind her, a grin grew upon her cursed façade. Sounds Like Dinner Has Arrived A Little Early Tonight. She turned her crown a bit as a crunch of pine pierced the air, the dog now silent. While it was unusual for the beasts to hunt solo the minx did not think much of it, she could take care of as many of the fuckers as there could possibly be.

Silent grazed the mares twin peaks, her horns atop her crown stood, a gleam of the last sun’s rays bouncing off of them and when it left the tips of the spikes the mare swiftly turned her body around to look at the beast behind a row of pines, trying to hide itself until it was ready. Running at a trot the dog advanced towards her, lunging and grabbing onto her neck, the mare groaned at the pain and tossed her crown as she reared up and kicked the hind of the dog causing her muscle to tear as he kept his grip. Landing the mare bit down on the fur covered beast, tore him off of herself, his paws scratching at her cheeks as she threw him to the ground and crushed his throat with another lash of her sharp teeth. The dog whimpered and squealed, the mare drank the fresh blood that leaked from the punctured holes, awaiting the coup de grace delivered by a crushing blow to the wind pipe. Her neck had holes on each side two or so inches wide but not even half as deep from where the dog had been latched on, surrounding it were minor scratches from the paws of the beast. The warm fluid flowed down the mares throat fallowed by chunks of the flesh as void of fur as the mare could possibly make it, she hastily ate up her pray knowing someone out there was watching, but she’d play them a fool if they thought they could get past her without knowing, or even more so if they thought they could bring her down. But that was not why the mare was here, she was here to find a ruler, a brave king to impregnate her, thought this would take investigation and that would take time and (maybe fake)allegiances. She was prepared to do whatever was necessary.

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[۞Txep۞ster۞]

adhemar

YOUR DUTY IS TO BE MY ENTERTAINMENT TODAY

The white laced somatically mutated crimson dun Hessian slunk his way around, taking a reprieve from his personally owned domain. Hoping by chance to find a fresh prisoner or perhaps an individual worth making apart of his prison guards. Either way he was going to enjoy himself like he always did, no matter whom he found. Indeed it didn't take long for the sounds of growls and whimpers to intice his interest, veering his original course, Adhemar grinned menacingly through the brush and branches he was hidden behind.

Though not the most attractive wench he's ever seen, the list for flesh and blood was intriguing. Lupine gold pools swallowed up her form, easily towering him out, she'd be a challenge to conquer but he seemed to love challenges. Those horns were definitely an improvement on her rather plain figure. Inhaling deeply her natural femme scent mixed with her blood and the wolf's blood was like extacy. How Adhemar desired to razz and assault another wench, it'd been far to long since the last one. The king of The Pitt curled his lips back in a maniacal chuckle chuckles and visionaries intensely focused on his fresh prey.

Stepping forth the red dun mosaic brute emerged in his slinking but proud of himself creepy way. Coming in swift and deathly, his frame wrapping around her rear, not touching just slithering inches away. Nares flaring and huffing his exhaust all up her thigh and flanks, " Pitty such gifts are wasted on a whore. Only use for you is to provide spawn with such gifts. Pitty pitty, nature needs to remember which sex is deserving of such adaptations. Ah alas I suppose it is only a stallions duty to correct such wrongs of mother nature." His lyrics sick and sticky, tantalizingly provocative. Rounding in on her more, tracing his muzzle untouchingly inches away from her heated flesh. The blood dripping on her neck teased him to press his hide against hers and paint himself with her crimson liquids. Yet he held back, instead probably foolishly The Pitt king snaked his crown down to the remains of the canine she was working on devouring. With a quick flick of his skull he snatched at the corpse and yanked at it, intending to pull it from underneath her blood covered facade.

"Dear whore I demand attention on me, so I will not give this back till im satisfied with the use of your presence I have chosen. I am Lord Adhemar, bringer of Death from the Confines of the Pitt. Entertain me wench and I may not care to possibly imprison you. Killing innocent and helpless animals after all. " Ending with a sneering smirk, speaking after he had stepped away and dropped the eaten scraps at his feet. Pawing part of it into the ground with one of his irons. Adhemar's gaze was focused and challenging, taking a hungry cat's food was never wise but was Adhemar ever wise when it came to intentionally pissing off the lesser gender? Not really but he always was well pleased with himself no matter the outcome.

SHIN OF GS + ADOX

[amity]

M I D G E

Steam rose from the mare’s nares, vapors from her heavy deep breathing and from the crimson clotting body juice that covered her muzzle, her twin towers rotated around so that they would pin to her skull. The one watching did not make an effort to yet show themselves though with the sudden rustling she could tell they were braver than perhaps they should be when crossing her. They had watched her take down this stray mongrel, and what they didn’t know was that this muscle filled carcass was a small take down, she liked her pray big, she liked her pray with a bit of a struggle, a bit of foreplay. Whipcords slashed the air as the beastly equine began to circle her, she did not do well with being sized up and hated it even more so due to the creature being an unworthy stranger. Her lips curled about half way up around her sharp teeth she used for shredding the pray, a bit of flesh was lodged and hung freely, going with every movement she made. She snarled a bit and let a loud snort out before stomping her foot down on the skull of the dog, crushing the brains and its egg shell of a skull.

A laugh bellowed from the beast as he circled ever closer, her head low to the ground next to her meal she stood still, not speaking to him, but watching and keeping ever aware of his every move. Pity such gifts are wasted on a whore. Only use for you is to provide spawn with such gifts. Pity pity, nature needs to remember which sex is deserving of such adaptations. Ah alas I suppose it is only a stallions duty to correct such wrongs of mother nature. Her long horns shot up, just missing his rump as he passed in front of her, though, he had to have been prepared for some type of retaliation and she did not anticipate any danger to be done from such a move. Her crown up she turned her cranium towards the beast, her solid white orbs watching with a cold expression upon her face, with her breathing heavy the mare snorted at the stallion. The bones below her were of no concern now, she could actually quench her cravings with the hide of this inbred mutt that dared do as he was. Trickling blood flowed and began to dry into her pelt as the wound clotted and the steam ceased due to the supply of hot liquid beginning to dry up. The large wounds would take time to heal and while it hurt the mare enjoyed the pain, even know it had been gifted by such a low life form.

With the flick of her tail, the mare retracted her sharp pearls so they were no longer visible, the piece of flesh that hand hung fell, but she caught it with her tongue and swallowed it down. The beast then took the pray from the mare, her hooves kept hold of the skull and it became detached from the rest of its body, she gave a cold smirk as she looked down on the dead creature. Cold dead and literally squashed, all because of her. It was true beauty. Dear whore I demand attention on me, so I will not give this back till I’m satisfied with the use of your presence I have chosen. I am Lord Adhemar, bringer of Death from the Confines of the Pitt. Entertain me wench and I may not care to possibly imprison you. Killing innocent and helpless animals after all. Not having yet spoken to the confused stallion the mare gave a chuckle at his so called demands. Shifting her weight the mare ceased looking at the brute, her attention turned upwards to the sky, her horns grazed the sides of her neck just briefly before she looked at the trees and other towers before her. Making it a point to not make contact with her white orbs to any inch or centimeter of his flesh – this was her game now. She flicked her tail, raised it to one side and flicked it again as to spread her scent in the area surrounding her and eventually to the nares of the brute. She held her tongue for a few more minutes until the silence was as thick as a brick wall. Bastard. Save Your Chivalry For Another. She stood silent as the silky thickly laced with sarcasm rang through the atmosphere, she ignored that he told her his name, it was of no use to her and she would not be addressing him as ‘king’ or ‘sir’ or ‘Adhemar’. Once the words faded she turned her crown sharply towards him, and began to walk in his direction, lightly flicking her cords as she did so. What Business Do You Have Here? Silky tones left her kissers elegantly and sounded as if she was trying to be prim and proper, perhaps a bit Seductive. Her façade was cold and empty, she gave no hint of emotion. Her movements stopped and she tossed her head lightly awaiting for his response, not so patiently.

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