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I lay claim only to myself // Oxytocin - Xiah - 01-02-2019 The shackles of the contagion have not found her yet, though she sees those captured in its prison every day. The dead and the dying are now like acorns strewn across her path; more often than not, she kicks them out of the way when she cannot be helped to divert her course. The part of her that claims to be a magician’s daughter holds the contagion in contempt, idiotically traversing across the whole of Beqanna while fully believing in her immunity. The other part of her knows better; but she ignores it, steadfastly devoted to her eventual downfall in the name of egotism. Countless years spent on her own hardened her already steely exterior, lending her aura a blackness on top of the hue of her pelt. Though she spent little to no time grooming or maintain herself, the faintly Arabian creature presented an almost-forgotten kind of beauty to any who happened to glimpse her as she flitted between forests, rivers, and valleys. The Tundra had fallen long ago, and indeed, king Errant's reign had fallen even sooner. Still, she finds herself in search of something akin to her birth home; but none of the lands ever suited her, and so she never stayed long. Little did she know about the isle of ice to the north, though she could easily fly high enough to spot it. These days, she preferred to walk; despite her self-proclaimed isolation, she couldn’t help but to imagine that she hoped to meet someone along her meandering journey. That is to say, she thought about thinking about finding someone; but she would never admit to something so needy. At the very least, she might admit that she has more of a chance down here amongst the flightless, than floating up above in the clouds. Even the thought of utilizing her self-telekinesis renders the regal mare ill; and so she dismisses it with one sharp slash of her horned head, the ice-silver eyes set in her wide skull narrow as she continues through the unmarked underbrush. -- Some time later – for she has certainly not kept track, having let go of that habit years ago when she realized that no one she loved or even knew yet lived here – the forest around her clears, and an opening appears. An early autumn snowfall has left the leaf-strewn meadow floor dusty and almost to her liking, though the once-royal female prefers permafrost to soil. Seeing no one else about, the mare steps forward, claiming this land as her own. Xiah, she thinks to the land around her, staring down her nose at the veritable wasteland with the haughtiness of any queen. She thinks this as if in doing so, the land might bend to her will and make itself that which she dreams of; but the land ignores her, and the unicorn stiffly rolls her eyes. Halting at a random, thoughtless point (for who is she to care any more what others think of her decisions), the mare swings her head abruptly to her flank, scratching an itch there with a blasé countenance so strong, one could almost write her off as but another bore of a horse. Almost, anyhow. RE: I lay claim only to myself // Oxytocin - Oxytocin - 01-06-2019 OXYTOCIN I don't have my head on straight @Xiah SORRY APPARENTLY HE'S FLIRTY RE: I lay claim only to myself // Oxytocin - Xiah - 01-14-2019 Amidst the stench of countless rotting corpses (scenery, for all she cares), the scent of ice, royal blood, and stallion waft her way. She ignores them initially, though the combination enthralls the princess to no end. A single ear, flicked back to listen to just what this mystery man might do with her frail self with no one else around, twitches as she hears him stepping closer. Her head raises, though it does not turn; the point of her horn glimmers a warning, but it is a shame that she who needs it most cannot see it from where it sits atop her shapely head. His mouth finds her backside all too easily. Without pause the Arabian mare hops, kicking up her hind legs to land a punch squarely to the male's underside; but he persists, and it is evident in her lazily blinking eyes and their lack of contact to his that she has no further intentions of fighting off his advances. Not in any ways that wouldn't please him, anyway. As his teeth sink into the soft flesh of her withers, her ears pin, a brightness entering the silver hue of her eyes. At this point, as his husky voices washes over her like newly simmered water (unbearable, but leaving her wanting more), she addresses him. Tucking her chin to her chest, she twists beneath her neck to nip the firm bridge of the handsome stallion's nose. The clipped sound ringing thereafter makes her want to smile, but she refrains, preferring instead to simply breathe in the scent of her roguish pursuer. Perhaps a daughter raised by a magician king ought to have had more manners; but the plague and many decades of solitude leaves her victim to the ways of old, and that much is evident by the way she now eyes the other, as he asks for her name. She pauses a heartbeat before answering, listening instead to the thrum of her own heart, and imagining the blood it now pumps spilling. Why it would do so she chooses not to decide. "Xz-I-ah," she enunciates slowly, latching her eyes on to his, their depths a threat. "You must have duties elsewhere, to pass through this devastation." A twinge in her stomach and between her knees tells her all she needs to know about his current duties; but she feigns disinterest, blinking once and tossing her horned head to the wayside. Emboldened by the male's expressive interest, the mare pauses, and allows a coy smile to lazily crawl across the length of her velveteen lips. "And your name is?" Not that it will do you justice, she thinks, snapping her own tail at the other's flank. Let him tease her; she will only come out on top for all his efforts. RE: I lay claim only to myself // Oxytocin - Oxytocin - 01-20-2019 OXYTOCIN I don't have my head on straight @[Xiah] RE: I lay claim only to myself // Oxytocin - Xiah - 01-31-2019 She smirks at the label the rogue issues her, ears flicking as though she mentally tries it on for size; feisty,; there passes through her mind many of memory of just such a word being used to describe her. Growing up as the eldest of the final two Learrant daughters, left to care for her younger sister in the wake of their disappearance and essential death, she supposes that she needed one such attribute to call her own. After all, there had never been anyone else to look after her except herself. The stallion's breath pools warmly against the skin of her face and neck, the taste of it heavy with sweetness, an over powering poison. Xz-i-ah, uttered the black, drawing out her name as though to do so might create for them a hole in the time-space continuum, a vacuum where only they can exist until time immemorial. She thinks, in that moment, of how greatly the notion tempts her; and privately, she comes to understand just why her royal parents drifted off into the netherrealm as they did so many decades ago. But she is not her parents, and this interaction is assuredly not one they would smile upon. My only duties right now are to you. This phrase he speaks with the same inflection, though the length of it is cut short as the larger stallion's lips find purchase on the silky locks of her mane. A jolt runs through her body, one which speaks embarrassingly clearly of desire, and especially, need; Xiah wonders with a shift of her gaze if Oxytocin can feel the heat which subsequently rushes to her face. Feeling her front of dominance and power begin to crumble beneath the weight of wanting the stallion so badly, the mare shifts her own legs closer, colliding her lithe black frame with his muscular one in an all too needy way. He grins, sensing her need, sliding his body up hers and finding the sensitive tissues of her inner ear. The deep syllables of his name bring a matching expression to the mare's visage, her lips curving elegantly and sinfully in the folds of her muzzle. Her shapely head tilts back, angling as though to do so might send his words even more titillatingly through her; and, with a rewarding lushness, they come, spilling from her head to her toes like scalding wax. Ironic, that they find themselves so aroused where dozens lay dead - and dying. Xiah is not blind to those without the energy to do anything but stare as the romancers trist openly in the middle of the field; she meets the gaze of one such unlucky soul now, her grin growing ever more wicked as she imagines the last thing they hear being the sound of their carnal fucking. Without further ado, the princess side steps, sliding herself sensually into most tempting of positions. The heady scent of her fertility wafts intoxicatingly around the stallion, the perfume of her smearing inelegantly along the stallion's broad chest as she teasingly swings her hips from side to side. "Pleeease, Oxytocin," she enunciates breathlessly, head tipping back, mouth falling open. Let the dying have a real show; and let her have some pleasure for the first time in too long. "Please, please won't you fuck me..." RE: I lay claim only to myself // Oxytocin - Oxytocin - 02-02-2019 OXYTOCIN I don't have my head on straight @[Xiah] THIS IS SO BAD but if you want to end this here or continue just let me know! |