crimson memory boxes ( desires )

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tainted love

    The earth crunched beneath her hooves. Stained after centuries of blood-shed it was as red as the desert she had once called home long, long ago - and even more red than the canyon she had frequented in the not-so-distant past. She flared her steel and peach nostrils in disdain at the earth and turned her red ears back. Sifting the loose dirt with a single hoof she watched a cloud of red sand puff into the air around her to swirl and stain her white legs.

    She would need a bath - again - soon. Such a shame. At least focusing on that distracted her from her memories, from her past, from everything this canyon reminded her of. It was painful - shockingly painful - to remember all that she had left behind. She had been a Queen, and then she had abandoned that after so much hard work. She had made a difference, she had been known and famous, and then she had just thrown it all away for him only to be thrown away by him.

    What a horrid, rancid mess she was in. Left plodding the country-side seeking the world that she had once known. Snow River no longer existed and she would be damned before she broke her self-imposed exile from Wild Equines again. Shaking her mane, oblivious to the section that was missing, she started walking again. Moving with careful, concise steps along a narrow trail even a deer wouldn't have traversed she marched along the wrapping edge of one cliff wall to climb up to the top again.

    Get a grip, Taint, you'll kill yourself if you don't pay attention. As if to punctuate that thought a section of the trail crumbled away beneath her hooves and tumbled noisily down to the canyon floor. She watched it, ears twitching and sighed. That could be her- it had been her once-upon-a-time. She'd taken a swan dive over the cliffs ringing her home in the middle of a storm and lost her memory. That time in her life was a blur. Two years without knowing who she was, two years away from her growing twins and not knowing that she'd had them. Two years of loving another stallion - how deep could her betrayal seep?

    Finally reaching the top of the canyon she bolted up the last few feet and scrambled with the loose footing until she was standing steady on the plateau she'd found. A neat little nook of a meadow perched happily on top of the canyon with good shading where the small trees grew along one edge and the wall of the next cliff sprang up on the next edge. The earth, here, was as red as blood too. Aggravated she jerked her head up, snorting hard at the swirling puffs of crimson dust and bolted for the nearby brook babbling up out of the ground. Splashing into the shallow waters she stared down at herself. This is a new world, a new life a new chance. What was she going to do with herself? What could she do with herself here?

Δ Beauty With The Booty

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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:48036f]DRAKEN RAHL[/smear:505050]
'i feel it right at the heart of me.
and it grips me physically..'

A sickening crack echoed through the canyon, sending all sorts of prey animals fleeing for cover. The sound was not necessarily a threat but all in the same, it wasn't something anyone would want to hear. Predators turned from their prey to see what had caused the sound, but many were too far away to see what or who had made the sound. As the echoes of the sound slowly died away, the canyon grew quiet once again. Just how he liked it. Purple gradient orbs looked down at the bloodied mess that was once an equine. His exceedingly large frame shook and shivered with the exertion of energy it had taken to do what he had done. His muscles spasmed and quivered, stinging from the exertion he had put on them. Oh, but the burn was good. It flooded his system, made his limbs feel as light as a feather, when they normally felt heavier than an anvil. His nerves tingled and it almost brought a smile to his facials as the sudden sensations through his whole frame moved to his skull, easing away the headache the bloody mess at his feet had caused. All tension from his little spat was soon gone from his frame, leaving nothing but iciness in its path, a relaxing sensation of ease washing over every inch of the huge black stallion.

The bloody mess that his large hooves stood in was once a beautiful mare. Her name unknown to the beast of a stallion, but all he knew was that she was beautiful. A pretty little varnish roan bay appaloosa mare. With gold eyes and hair black as night. He had stalked her to these canyons, where she thought she could lose him, but he was not so easily swayed. He was a bloodhound. He could follow a three-day old trail and catch up to his prey within the day. She had no hope of escaping. He had only wanted to talk. By talk he meant get his way, he wanted her to be his in everyway, but of course, she refused. They always refused. He was not scarred like his brother, he was not hideous. So why did they push him away..these females. When she had refused, he had become angered. Of course that did nothing to steer her into the right direction. These independent females, making their own decisions. Well, her decision led to her death. The fight wouldn't and shouldn't even be called a fight. He had ended her quickly, his size monstrous against hers. The beast had gone into a blind rage, his head pounding as her screams echoed through the canyon, her pleads and apologies. They fell on deaf ears. Now all that was left of the bitch was a bloody, shattered mess. Draken snorted, the blood making a slight ripple.

Now he would have to find a new thing to entertain him. Purple orbs looked up and away from his mess, taking in the bright, red clay that surrounded him. He screwed up his face, eyes burning from the brightness. The tightness of his facials aggravating his already frayed nerves, causing a headache to start up. He snarled, whipping his skull away and moving into the shadows, his hooves creating a squelching sound as they moved from the thick blood. He slithered into the shadow of a cliff, his hulking frame barely able to fit in the small space. 'Damn heat, damn sun. Damn woman! She would still be alive if she wasn't stupid.' He snarled, his own voice making his head pound annoyingly. He closed his eyes, trying to focus on something peaceful. Something that wouldn't give him a headache but it was useless! His mind continued to flit through anything that came forth from his memory. The mare, a fox pup he had once found, a dip in the lake, his father...his brother..A vicious snarl ripped through his throat at the image of his burned and charred brother, and he lashed out, slamming his skull into the cliff next to him. The pain instantly disappeared, centering instead into that one spot where blood was oozing now from the brunt of the hit. He snorted heavily, pressing his skull into the cliff and hoping the pain would go away quickly and easily. " Just go away, just go away." He muttered in his rumbling, almost impossibly deep vocals. He stood rooted to the spot, his young yearling bodice taunt and stiff. Slowly, the pain ebbed away, blood clotting upon his skull.

The great soot hessian pulled his large cranium away from the rock, looking down at his hooves to avoid contact with the bright light. This was not a place someone could live, even him, as big as he was. While he was brutish, he wasn't stupid. He knew the odds of his survival out here. He would most likely be the first to go, seeing as he needed more water for his abnormally large frame. The hessian lifted his tongue and sure enough, it was dry. Draken flared his nares and lifted his skull, time to go. The sound of falling rock instantly caught his attention, cutting off all thoughts of leaving. Gradient eyes looked skyward, just as a rock smacked him in the face. Draken snorted, tossing his skull and stepping away from the small rock slide. Indignated, the brute glared up from where the rocks had come from and instantly he was in motion. Long legs strode forward, moving and weaving through the canyon until he found the spot to go up, his muscles rippling as he pulled his large and hulking frame upwards. He halted where he knew the rocks had fallen and instantly caught the scent. A mare. He turned his forever snarling facials up the path, contemplating what he should do. Of course it didn't last long, his legs moving upward, huge frame dancing up the incline, rocks falling as his hooves scuffled with the loose soil. The brute turned to look at the incline as soon as he found solid footing, snorting at it indignantly.

DR turned around, eyes scanning the small plateau. His teeth worked against each other, grinding as he scanned, to his far right she stood. Almost completely white. Long, soot harks stood at attention, his long tail flickering to his side, a grin joining his already permanent one. Without even thinking, his long legs carried him forward, he was just a yearling and already as tall as most stallions. In seconds he was upon her, almost too close for first time meetings. His gnarled lips never moved to speak, purple gradients simply staring at her, inspecting every aspect of the female, even her scars.

ooc; i have nooo idea lol, shit ending but meh

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tainted love

    Water. It rippled around her as it settled into the smooth, rolling current it had once been before she traipsed in and disturbed it. The chilling affect it had on her body wasn't enough to completely break the trance that she fell into as she watched her rippling reflection flow beneath her. Ears pricked forward and miss-matched blue eyes dull and distant. Letting the water wash away everything, everything, as she thought of it.

    A soft snort and she was drawing her head back up. The realization slowly dawning on her that she could be anyone- absolutely anyone- here. No one knew who she was, what she'd done, where she was from. She curled her lips. Oh maybe the well-trained eye would see the permanent changes to her body since she'd had her sons but she worked hard to keep in shape and that shape to her belly was just about as gone as it possibly could get. Flicking her tail she twitched her ears at the soft crunch of hooves and then the splash as someone joined her.

    Who? Taint jerked her head around to stare point-blank at the stallion as he crowded her. Refusing to even lean away, much less shift her hooves aside to make room between them she gave him a lazy, hooded stare for a long moment waiting for words that never came. When silence stretched between them she turned an ear back. "Are you broken?" she finally asked him. What a rude question! But then she didn't need to be polite any more. She didn't need to be anything- she could breathe!

    She snorted at him, taking in the twisted curve of his lips and the half-deranged look in his eyes. An intelligent mare would heel-toe it out of there. An intelligent mare would care that she'd sprayed snot into the air at his face. An intelligent mare would at least put room between them for maneuvering. She didn't feel like being intelligent just then. Scoffing at him she jerked her head back, her mane swaying with the movement. "Just my luck. Always with the crazies. Like flies to honey." she snorted hard, shaking her mane and stalking away from him with her ears pinned back tight to her skull. "Go away boy." her voice was soft despite the harsh use she had given it over her years. Melodious and sweet with the bitter edge of someone that rarely spoke kindly.

    Would this stranger even listen and leave her alone? She glanced back at him one more time. Doubtful. The thought weighed heavy in her mind. He was so dark. So black. Had he a few white markings- No! She dashed that thought, scowled and turned away from him again to step daintily away from the creek up the opposite bank. Her intended direction was the tree-line and the feeble shade it offered.

Δ Beauty With The Booty

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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:48036f]DRAKEN RAHL[/smear:505050]
'i feel it right at the heart of me.
and it grips me physically..'

Draken was like any other male, he had the same body parts, the same chromosomes that made up the male body and even the same thoughts. He had his 'type', which was anything that moved, and he had his preferences on personality, which was submissive and fucking quiet. An itching feeling crept thought him, the feeling that this encounter was not going to the way anyone planned, and it was mostly because this bitch had smacked him in the face with a rock, which had left a small cut on his forehead. He snorted through his black nares, heavily. He had felt the pain but his mind did not think anything of it, other than that yeah it hurt but oh fucking well. The blood that had splashed upon him from the appaloosa mare washed off of his tall frame as he stepped into the icy water. He felt no difference between being dirty and being clean, his frame being used to them both and had now merged the two feelings together. Leaving his body to experience other things, primal and ludicrous.

Purple irises watched the femme as she set her sights on him, his grin turning up and a groan-like growl escaping his vocal cords. His gradient orbs skimmed over her dainty frame, drinking her up like a dehydrated man in the desert. And oh was the sight of the mare just as welcome and lovely as that first drop of water. Those parched orbs traveled up to her pretty face, assessing the look she gave him, but he brushed it off, never being good with assessing emotions in the eyes, he was more of a physical being, he watched the body, he didn't care for what was in the eyes. They may be windows to the soul, but why would one want to peer upon the soul when it could be snuffed out? He didn't care how ugly or tainted; how clean or pristine the soul was, it was something that he enjoyed doing. Like someone enjoyed chocolate or morning runs, he enjoyed snuffing out the spirit and lively nature of all things. 'Are you broken?' She asked and dark brows furrowed in slight confusion. Broken. He huffed at her. ' No, bitch, but I can break you.' His voice was a deep, growling boom with a slight accent on top. He did not play around with mares, with anyone.

"Just my luck. Always with the crazies. Like flies to honey." He growled audibly at her, his face tightening in annoyance. This woman did not know her place, just like the one that now covered his chest and oozed out into the water. The water rippled then as she moved away, 'Go away boy.' Draken snarled, ignoring her soft vocals. She left the water and he narrowed his eyes. He felt his bodice tighten up. Like a taunt bow-string. He picked up his large feet and moved forward swiftly, despite his huge size. ' One way or another, you will learn your place!' He snarled and came right up against her, his chest moving at a quick velocity, aiming to smack into her side and his dentals snapped out and her ear. Slowly, progressively a headache had started.

ooc; Draken sang in my head 'Here comes the boom' cause baby here it comes. /dead

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tainted love

    Snort. She turned her ears tight to her skull and glared back at the beast that had insisted on disturbing her perfectly peaceful peace. "I'm a bitch am I?" she laughed. "And why is this? Because I'm not stupid enough to bow down to you with deference? Excuse me while I re-aquaint myself with the kow-tow, please oh great lord." she rolled her eyes and spun herself around to face him full-on.

    "Please, darling. If you think you'd be successful with breaking me then I implore you to give it your all. Many others have tried before you and thus far no one has succeeded." she quirked her lips in a taunting snarl of a smirk. "Think you can handle all this?" her tones said the words she did not. 'I dare you' all but oozed from her lips and posture as she cocked a lazy hoof to the side, raising her proud head higher into the air and arching her neck. Tiny and delicate compared to him she normally wouldn't have stood much of a chance but she did come from a world still torn by war and had fought not only for her life but for the lives of those she loved against beasts bigger and stronger than this stranger. 

    His vocals, rough with his uncontrolled emotions, sliced through the air in a dark snarl and she all but laughed. Learn her place? She knew her place! Did he? His chest slammed, uncerimoniously into her hip, pushing her sideways. She swung her hindquarters around, ducking her head down to snap at his legs, and protect her ears at the same time. "You need to learn your place you ignorant child." she snarled, no, she hissed at him. Snorting she completed the spin on her forequarters and kicked up and out at him as her hindquarters came up under his head. What poor bitch had given life to the seed that spawned such a foolish boy? She shook her mane, lurching away from him as her hooves dug back down into the earth beneath her. The rippling muscles under her mostly white hide pulsing with the unrestrained strength. One, two, three powerful strides and she was spinning back around to watch him, narrowing her mix-matched blue eyes.

    "Please, boy, tell me. What name shall I carve into your headstone?" her voice was as cold and icey as the pale left eye that trained on him under her black forelock. Her shoulder twitched with the need to strike out at him. The urge to propel herself into violence. Not in these lands a full week- in the midst of her very first interaction even! - and she was already driving herself into conflict and creating an enemy that she didn't need to be making. One stained with the blood, a fresh, of another- undoubtedly a mare- upon their meeting too! What a fine choice she made!

Δ Beauty With The Booty

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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:48036f]DRAKEN RAHL[/smear:505050]
'i feel it right at the heart of me.
and it grips me physically..'

The beast let out bellow as he collided with the mare, his long nape snaking around to bite at her nape, only to find her neck below his own. The great beast lifted up on his hinds, dodging her dentals and lashing out at her with his large flints. He neighed, his vocals loud in his own ears and it annoyed him to no end. Draken came crashing back down, landing on all fours with a grunt, purple irises took in the half-hearted buck from the mare and he struck out with his dentals, taking the hit from her rump and hooves as he bit at her rump. Before he could attack any farther, she danced away and he pinned his auds. The great beast did not register most of what she said, he had never been a good listener. "Please, boy, tell me. What name shall I carve into your headstone?" He chuckled deeply, the sound rolling and rumbling in his wide chest. This mare was feisty. Much unlike the appaloosa he had murdered. It looked as if he would be covered in this mare's blood as well.

"Come over here if you want some, bitch." He ground out, moving forward in large, stalking steps. His torn lips curling up to reveal the rest of his dentals. For some reason, he wondered how she would react around his brother. The rare, chestnut Friesian that was his brother, Wolfgrimm. Would this bitch prefer him? Because he was a rare color? The thought gave the beast a pounding headache, adding onto the one that had already started. Drak grit his dentals and narrowed his eyes."You talk too much." He flatly stated, glaring at the mare. She was really starting to truly get on his nerves. He had never been much of a talker and did not like being around talkers. Talkers never shut up and they liked to boast and show how much better they were. They flaunted their abilities and it drove the Friesian beast nuts.

Draken charged, slowing just as he reached her, his dentals lashing out for flesh, he wanted to taste her blood, feel it on his tongue. His dentals came back together and the beast thrust himself forward, pushing off of his back legs for leverage, aiming to ram into her side again, using his sheer size to be his weapon.

ooc. omfg i'm so sorry for this shit post

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tainted love

    The sudden flashing pain of his teeth as they met with her flesh, and tore into the tender skin, brought white through her vision. It slowed her momentarily, stunned if you will. Finding herself trapped she kicked again, jerking free of his grasp. Blood oozed from twin crescents on her hip where his teeth had gouged at her white-haired, pink skin. Her ears turned back, pushing all thought of the throbbing away she smirked. At least she'd struck him, too. That was a plus. Not quite worth the bite, but a plus all the same.

       She talked too much? Well, honey, you're in the wrong neighborhood if conversation bothers you. She laughed, throwing her head back and exposing the underside of her neck at his words. "Then teach me the measure of silence oh great wonder." her eyes rolled as the sarcasm-drenched words oozed from her mouth. She shook her mane, watching him and stood there, waiting. The eternity of waiting stretched out just enough to draw upon her anxiety and she wondered if there really was something wrong with this beast and these lands. She'd been here such a short time and had managed to end up in a fight almost immediately. She was unaccustomed to this and if his words were anything to go by with the beasts that did dwell here...

       I don't think I'm going to like any of these men. She bared her teeth, half rearing at him. Her powerful hind quarters tucked beneath her, their muscles bulging and forcing more blood to spill down her hips. Men, they were the reason everything in her life had turned topsy-turvey. She'd been right to down-right hate them when she was younger and the mistake she'd made in loving the one man could not- would not- be repeated ever again. Never could she let her focus be led astray again. This wasn't to say she liked women, oh no, but she absolutely abhorred men. Her teeth clattered in the air, snapping at nothing as he barreled towards her.

      His seeking teeth, bared and fierce as they stretched for her, snagged nothing but hair and air as she darted out of his reach. Only a fool would remain in place for that mountain of a stallion to crash into her and Taint was many things but a fool wasn't one of those things. No, she moved. She swung past him and darted along his body, tucking down and kicking up again, this time towards his tender belly before spinning, teeth bared, and rearing to try and grab for his own neck. Fuck him and all of his stupidity, he'd picked the wrong bitch to mess with.

       "Begone with you, heathen." she snarled at him, her vocals twisted and darkened by the adrenaline, the rage, the frustration that burned through her now. What the hell did he take her for some harlot he could beat around and knock down on a whim? Her nostrils flared with the heavy breaths she drew, trying to steady herself and her temper. Things were not looking good for anyone. Not in the least. Ice and dark blue eyes flashed with a turmoil of emotions before stilling in a dark mask. "It will be a very cold day in hell before the likes of you destroy me." she gave a sibilant hiss at him, darting again away from his body. She'd learned long ago that unless the mountain-sized stallions were sluggish in moving proximity was the last thing she wanted in a fight. Normally she would stay close, flesh to flesh, and drive her enemy nuts as well as bully them around but she wasn't going to risk that with this one. Oh no, she'd already seen he could move swiftly. He was no cumbersome oaf- even if he was just an oaf.

Δ Beauty With The Booty

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[Δ Beauty With The Booty]

[smear:48036f]DRAKEN RAHL[/smear:505050:1]
'i feel it right at the heart of me.
and it grips me physically..'

Rage exploded in the mind of the stallion, sending white hot, prickling pain through his skull; he winced from the paint, shying to the right as she dodged his charge and ran along him. His momentary weakness was rewarded with a swift kick to the stomach and he felt every bit of it. A pained grunt escaped the beast and he side stepped to balance his hefty weight a bit better. He turned his purple orbs upon the mare as she reared up, seeking his nape with her pearls. Her mane remained in his jaws, the sweet taste of female in his mouth did nothing to ease his headache. Nor did her dentals tearing his flesh. He let out an aggravated snort, followed by a deep, strained neigh and he bucked, angling his hind towards her but ultimately missing before he reared, using his height to try and throw her off. Drak spun on his back limbs, aiming to crash down on her spine. His hooves touched the earth and he spun around to do what she had done, kicking out with his large hind flints. He wanted to see her white flesh turn black and blue with bruises.

His skull pulsed with unadulterated pain and his vision swam only slightly. The heat and fast movements did nothing to help him. His nares flared to try and calm his breathing and to alleviate the sickness in his stomach. He was over-heated but he would not let that stop him. He watched the mare with wide, purple irises as his jaws opened to try and cool himself down, almost like a dog would. His sides heaved and with each exhale, he snorted. He wanted to get this over with. "Silence is a virtue, wench. It just might save your life in many situations. But you women can't seem to keep your damn lips closed." He snarled, pinning his auds. His own deep bass hurt his ears and that angered him even further, making his headache five times worse. He closed his eyes to try and calm the raging pain but nothing happened and he opened them again. Why did he have to get these headaches?! They drove him to this madness! He knew he was just making this mare hate him and he had not intended to fight her, but all women couldn't keep their damn mouths shut! He had wanted to just stay there and have a pleasant conversation with soft voices, as to not hurt his head but no! She had to piss him off!

He let out an enraged growl and shook his skull before lunging at her again, and lashing out with his dentals, aiming for any piece of flesh. She would pay now! He had tasted her flesh twice, her pale mane still hung from his dentals, caught between them. She would have his teeth imprinted on her rear forever now and that brought him some joy, but not enough to elicit a laugh or aid his headache.

ooc. shitty post is shitty

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tainted love

    She was getting very tired of this stallion, very quickly. Sighing heavily and rolling her eyes at his words she turned to him, tossing her mane. "Silence, as a virtue, goes both ways." she told him in tones calmer than she felt, with her rage vibrating through her. 

    Swinging her body out of the way and keeping her hooves moving she barely missed permanent damage from the stallions kicks, his hooves grazing her flesh up along her hindquarters, her neck flexed and arched as she shimmied around him, nostrils flaring at the stench of blood. The delicious, metalic tang of it clinging to her mouth where she'd scored her bite earlier.

    "You women. YOU WOMEN! Pah! You sexist prig!" she snarled at the stallion as he spoke, pawing the ground, rolling her eyes. "You will learn you foolish idiot! Women are not the crown-holders of flapping their gums. You, yourself, are nothing but words and rage and stupidity. Picking a fight over a few spare words. Pah! Hypocritical prick." She shook her mane and launched herself at him, fearlessly, as he launched his black bulk at her, his teeth bared. She ducked her head down, and twisted up to snap his his neck and chest as his teeth swung by over her to grap a deep gouge of her shoulder.

    Agonizing pain flared in her body, her leg spasmed as flesh and muscle tore in his mouth, blood spilling in a wild rain down her leg and a spray as flesh tore away. She jerked away from him, launching herself to the side with a powerful bunch and spring of her hindquarters. A slight limp surfacing in the leg that he'd torn into the shoulder of. Her ears pinned tight and she glared at the black hellion. What a useless waste of breath and space.

Δ Beauty With The Booty

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