"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
The wind had grown colder since the start of their meeting, if that was even possible. Even though only mere moments had passed between them he felt as if time had somehow slowed. Around them, the forest had grown quieter. Almost as if every creature was leaning out of their nests to see the odd silent exchange between the two strangers. He could have laughed at the idea of how odd they must seem to any potential on-looker. What, with him speaking out loud and her communicating silently. They were surely a sight enough to confuse anyone.
She intended to leave, that much had been made obvious, and he had half the mind to let her. The memory of her kisses tingled along his flesh like the touch of a ghost. It had been too long since he’d been able to pleasure himself and here before him was a mare who, although odd in every other meaning of the word, was stunning in her own right. And, just as he’d suspected, the moment he no longer played into her hand, her interest waned.
Suddenly distracted she drifted away from him, back in the direction in which she had came. Her previous flirtatious nature melted away to reveal a cold exterior – one made up of complete disinterest. He could have laughed at how predictable she was. So long as he was willing to play her little game, she was more than happy to offer him the one thing that she knew he’d want from her. He wasn’t interested in company or conversation. Sex, however…
He was the user, not the used and as she walked away from him he darted to block off her path. A wicked smile spread across his lips. ”Why, leaving so soon?” he asked flirtatiously. ”And without a kiss goodbye?” He pouted dramatically.
As he circled around to her rear he flicked his tail under her chin and nipped at her under belly. He lingered a moment at her rear before circling back towards her front once more, grabbing a chunk of her mane between his teeth and tugging roughly.
Just as her hefty frame begins to move onwards he is sweeping across the front of her. Blocking the beaten path and a promise of new entertainment. Her hooves slide against the rocky terrain beneath her as she nearly plows into the fucking man whore. "What the fuck do you think you're doing?!"
Ears vanishes from their usual perky position as he slips under her neck. Feeling his heated flesh drag along her chest like a fucking cat in heat. An irritated snort flutters from deep in her chest as he flicks his tail into her face. Oh no he didn't!Coming down the length of her body and nipping at her belly, he sports a pleased smirk on his arrogant fucking face. He begins to speak again but she already knows what path they are headed down. His faux pouting does little to convince her of any hint of disappointed. She offers him none of her thoughts...yet.
In response to the sudden teeth gripping her ruby and onyx hide her hind leg kicks up at her belly as she eyes him. Crown held high as ruby tassels twitch in irritation. "This is a dangerous game you're trying to play Man Whore..." Her teeth beg to taste his flesh in an non-intimate way. She had no intentions on indulging his hormonal needs. Not now or fucking ever.
MOLOTOV
@[Arithmetic] he's lucky she doesn't have hands XD
Her voice flooded his head as she complained against his advances. Finally, he smirked, he was getting under her skin. Narrowly avoiding her hefty frame as she nearly looses her footing, he continued to nip at various places. First her legs, then her neck – using his short stature to his advantage he pivots and weaves he avoids her kicks as she fidgeted beneath his not-so-gentle caresses.
It was painfully obvious that she towered over him, though he never saw his height as much of a challenge. He’d learned ways to use his stature to his advantage and found that being small made it easier for him to avoid unwanted violence. She was growing angry now and her threats did very little to discourage him. She would want to hurt him, that was unmistakable. Most mares did though, very few actually had the courage to try. He had no doubt that this individual would waste no time in exercising her anger upon him.
He was half tempted to let her.
But where was the fun in that?
Stopping just as suddenly as he’d begun. He stopped before her once more, squaring himself slightly to help himself appear slightly taller than he was.
”Remember, bitch,” he snarled angrily. ”You were the one to start this little game of ours and I’m half tempted to teach you the consequences of such an error.”
He let his voice fade into nothingness and decided to finish his sentence in his mind. You wouldn’t be worth it.
He flicked his tail impatiently as he climbed back towards his trail. Fuck her and her games.
Her onyx eyes turn down on the stallion as he begins to puff out his chest before her. She was almost embarrassed for him. What was this fucking fool doing? Trying to scare her! HA now that's a fucking joke.
Words begin to fall from his arrogant face in an attempt to best her. She merely wicks a grin across her features. Huffing a hot breath of steam into his face, What? You don't like my tone...? Do something about it...
It isn't hard for her to stand her ground. She was intimated by nothing and no one. Just when she thinks she may have the satisfaction of beating his ass, he is turning back towards the path leading out of Taiga. One flattened ear perks as her head cocks. Still grinning as he speaks into his own mind and she fetches his words. All she had to say was, Pussy.
Her opinion of him mattered very little. Beqanna was a large place and there were more interesting people to occupy his thoughts and time. There was no point in wasting more daylight on her than he’d already had. The distraction had been entertaining while it lasted, but he desired to be out of Taiga while he still had daylight on his side.
The dropping of the temperature hinted that night would soon be upon them and the threatening of the season’s change was upon them. As always, he wasn’t sure where he was going – he just was.
As her voice attacked the inside of his head he rolled his eyes, his pace never faltering. Her last word, however deserved a reaction. With one final glance over his shoulder, a cocky grin plastered onto his face, he left her with his final goodbye. No, love, yours just wouldn’t be worth it.
And with that, he disappeared into the forest.
Arithmetic
I Don't Make Love
@[Molotov] I think it's time that they parted ways...though, I have a feeling that this isn't going to be their last meeting.
