X Isn't it Bloody Lovely? X

[§T€PHANI€]

Snow was falling pleasantly... blood trailed, though, wrecking the nice sight.. it was time to breed and time to love.. or lust. Soon foals would spring out of no where and the world would be rejoicing; or at least the light world. And maybe the neutral world. At this time a stallion was making his way to the breeding grounds. He was an ivory stallion, trekking through the deep snow.

Eyes wandered around as he came there, looking first at all the mares and stallions mating in front of him. It was beauty to him, a piece of art... except that the mares were dirt ugly and the stags scrawny. It ruined the moment, indeed. But he hardly seemed interested, for that matter, as he was not here to watch. He was king and only few mares got his loving. Only one got it whenever she wanted.... that was his mate, his lust and his queen... Pandoriz.

The huge stallion stepped with prideful, slow steps. Large, rippling muscles were evident with every motion the stag took. His face was curled up in an arrogant smirk. The velveteen, fleshy pink lips curled backwards to show pearly white teeth. His ears twitched backwards to warn all others that the king had come to breed, and to leave now or... well, or just plain suffer until you die. He looked around. Best take off, loves. Mercy is something you won't find with Phosarion. His blue eyes searched for the one mare he really ever cared about, or at least in some sick way desired, and he raised a brow... was he being stood up? He'd certainly punish her if she was doing so, for this was a thing that he wanted dearly... to taste her as she first came into estrus.... to love her when she did and to take away all that was pure to her. He smirked at the thought, ears slowly coming upwards and swiveling around. Snow white layers of fur were getting dampened with snow. Swiftly he shook it off, and pawed the ground in an almost nervous fashion. Now he just had to wait for his lady.
And then walking off to a secluded section where he was quite alone. A shrill whinny was emitted from him, ever calling his mistress.

[dakodah]

Snow fell calmly, softly, much like a lullaby to the harps of lights. In the optics of a dark however the sight was much different. The pitch black vixxette walked through the foresty area before coming to a clearing. It was like an open circle of snow, the trees bowing before the dark queen. Facials twisted into a smirk as the deadening silence wore on. Sighing softly the mare moved forwards, her pillars reaching the ground before making her bodice bounce slightly as she lurched forwards, patting into a light canter. Daggers split as she remembered why she began the trek, to see Phosarion, the king of the spaids. Chuckling quietly at the name she had gladfully given the darks she stared towards the closing. Even a slender equus like her couldn't fit through it. With the ever so simple flick of a hark the trees split, allowing her to easily and comfortably go through the opening. Forelegs pulled as her hind legs pushed, though she could make it through the clearing she was no normal horse, so instead she jumped the wiltering trees.


She landed with only a soft thud to remind her that she had flown through the air. Other than that reminder she could've forgotten that she had lept over the dying trees. The smirk was gone, rotting flesh leaking into her nares, it was intoxicating as she closed her optics, lifting her cranium into the air and snorting, she began moving without trying, taking her to the dead creature. Though it was not a dead creature but instead her mate, the wretched, diluted stallion called Phosarion. The rude, sadistic creature called horse was her mate, and even he couldn't top her, she was darker than dark, she was...Pandoriz. Snorting again at the thoughts she screamed out loud, seeing the brutal before her. His ivory was the opposite of her ebonite, light as day as hers was dark as night. Snarling as she strutted around him, her kissers curling around his withers as she got his 'spots'. Harps flew back to her cranium, his flesh tasting good as she continued to bite at him. She continued to prance around him, whiplash in the air releasing hormones. She pushed on his bodice and trotted away, but she was allured to him, she snorted and put her cranium down. Maw rested on her chest as she got faster, ascended into a gallop. Snorting again she rammed into his side, her chest on his withers, rubbing up on his bodice, up and down, side to side.


Optics held an unknown flame, starting from an unknown source, first only sparks and soon blooming to flickers, and before long a wildfire. She was ready and now was he? She watched his reaction, knowing no one could resist her. Not even him.