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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "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


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    [mature]  i’ve dug some graves you’ll never find (x)
    #1
    He’s always been able to feel her in his blood, in his bones. Beqanna. When you’re born here, die here, and get spat-out reborn; you feel things. Some have even been physically slaughtered and risen again, but in Chem’s case it is mostly metaphorical rebirth. What a wild and vicious place she is, Beqanna. Her screams and moans rattle his veins; she’s doing it again. There’s never a pattern or a warning sign of any sort, but every so often, sometimes millennia sometimes decades – she rebels. Like an earthen siren she breaks the surface, howling and clawing, twisting the land in her fists. Things in this place are always subject to change, and things become warped right in front of you. Chemdog is familiar with the tingling in his spine, the cold sweat across his skin; she’s doing it again.

    By the time he returns to Loess, to its steaming pools and rustling hill grass, it is dead quiet… not a soul moving about. “Ah, gaddam’it.” He breathes out quietly, stopping on a crest of land to the south and turning his big head from his east to his east. He bends down to have a sniff at the ground, circling a bit before catching a faint scent of something familiar. It’s mid-day and the spring sun is warm and uncovered by cotton clouds and hardly a breeze to speak of – which is kind of odd because the hills are almost always windy. Creepy.

    Whatever Beqanna is doing, her residents have fled this area which happens to be his sort of home. He follows the smell he found on the hillside, trailing it south-west and finally happening upon some tracks where it seems a group of them gathered and traveled together. The path their bare hooves made were easy to follow as it seems the entire herd had walked it, some tracks old, some fresh; but the path itself is carved and clear as it goes on. He follows this worn down vein among the trees until the land starts to morph into a more fertile and wetter landscape. He emerges from the same path most of whoever may be here came from, his bulky body peeling from the shadows and into the light, turning his white face each direction to assess as best he can.


    CHEMDOG
    to the window, to the wall
    #2



    Mary

    She had came to the Pampas solely to meet with Wolfbane, to tie Sylva and Loess together once more. To make two kingdoms, one, because strength is in numbers and together they are an unstoppable force. She achieved exactly what she wanted, and though Bane advised her to seek out there healer she had to run back home to Sinner, to tell him of the good news.

    As she was exiting the Pampas her eyes caught another, an oddly splattered black and white equine. She came to a halt and watched him for a moment, the stallion reminded her of Set, though he had much more white on his body. She wanted to tell Sinner the news....but one conversation would not hurt.

    She redirects her route to the stranger, he was quiet handsome and the flirt that she was could not resist the opportunity. Hello there she says in a gentle voice as she comes to a halt before the stag, Her eyes quickly glance over the broad chest he sported. He had a faint smell of Loess, perhaps he came and went as he pleased? Either way he was a Loess member, and at the end of the day, there kingdoms were tied together. A bit late don't ya think? an attempt at a joke, noticing that he arrived later than most of the Loessians.

    Long May She Reign


    @[Chemdog]




    #3

    Her voice brings his head up, his ears pushing to stretch upright with his forelock messily poking every which way. He chews what is in his mouth and watches her approach. With a swallow his mouth pulls into that usual grin; mischief. His nose flicks up into the air, his flared nostrils sampling her smell, sucking it in and tasting it. Delicious. His tail slashes over each hip and he pulls himself forward, a high stepping and uselessly athletic trot helps him meet her half-way. It’s clear she’s going to talk again so he simply stops and watches, ’alert’ and a hnngry madman’s smirk pasted on his inky lips.

    Oh yes,” His molesting gaze rolls over her body briefly and back to her own eyes. “Great observation, miss.” He reaches out as if he might meet her nose with his, or lip her shoulder, but he does neither and is careful to read her reaction to his mock advances. Testing the waters.You’re not one of them.” He clears his throat with a half-chuckle, “I mean, us.” He looks behind her and then side to side, pretending to check if she had company of any sort. “I’m Chemdog.” He takes a brazen step forward.



    CHEMDOG
    to the window, to the wall



    sorry you waited so long for this crap D:
    ily <3

    @[Mary]
    #4
    The black and white stag pranced over, his legs lifted gracefully with each stride. She watches amused until he comes to a halt, she notes his tardiness to which he replies great observation

    He gazes over her body, she could tell he was a flirt, and to it she cocks her eye as he met her gaze once again. He extends his muzzle but leaves it hanging, she laughs and quickly bumps her own muzzle to his before pulling back in.

    He breaks the silence noting that she is not one of them finishing off with an introduction. Chemdog she engrains his name to her memory. Not what?  A Loessian? Not exactly, though I am Sylvan, and we are basically Loessian. She nears her maw to his pelt, the scent of Loess barely clung to him, the soot from the mountain had nearly fallen off. If she had not known the scent so well, she could have mistaken him for a nomad.

    She shrugs, it was all unimportant at this point, My name is Mary, I shall call you Chem, it rolls off the tongue...easier She teases as she circles around him, reaching out as she finished her sentences gently nipping at his stomach.

    @[Chemdog] no worries! ^^




    #5
    A whicker rumbles from his chest when she meets his nose with hers, though brief, it riles him from the inside. His muscles tighten, his tail flashing a little more violently then before. When she recoils away he lips follow her until she’s out of reach again, her voice filling the space between them, but he attention remains on her body now. His nostrils wrinkle, his eyes hungry, but his feet remain ‘respectfully’ in place at the moment.

    Call me whatever you like, Mary.” He sucks in a deep breath and flits his eyes back up to her gaze. He watches her, his lips twitching anxiously as she circles him. When she reaches out it is like she’s pressed a trigger, a string breaks and he spins around to push his chest to her rump, biting playfully at her hip. He leaves a trail of saliva and ruffled fur, her taste rolling over his tongue. He knows he’s basically asking to get kicked, but was she not asking for a bit of play? She wants to play. He breaks away from her, reaching out with thundering strides, bucking and sending his hind limbs propelling into the air before coming back to her. He again presses his chest to her ass, more aggressively this time, rubbing his head and cheeks along her ribs and hips, driving her forward (attempting to, anyway).



    ohhhh she's gonna get it ahahahahaha
    <3 @Mary
    #6
    His nose follows her until she is out of his reach, a grin tugging at her lips. She gazes around, the two were completely alone, and when would be the next chance she'd get to have fun?

    As she completes her prance. Coming back to a halt the stallion was intently watching her. Call me whatever you like, Mary he responds, the way he says her name causes a grin to appear once more. It was as if he could not contain himself anymore, he quickly moves from his spot, position himself behind her.

    A small gasp escapes her maw, she was young and had never been in a position like this, though its not like she didnt ask for it. He gently bites at her, her rump was soaked in his saliva, naughty boy aren't we she laughs as she swats her tail, gently raking him with it  

    She was untouched by another, but she had desires too. Besides, wouldn't it be best to get practice now? It would only be an advantage, knowing how to use her body to get what she wants. As the black and white stallion steps away he bolts out, lifting his hind legs in what seemed like an attempt to impress her.

    She laughs at his display, but his muscular body did not go unnoticed. He quickly comes back pressing his chest into her again, this time it was less of a request and more of a plea to release the tension between them both. Her heart was beating fast, a feeling she had never felt so intensely before.

    He rubs his head affectionately along her ribs and hips, she glances back at him briefly with a smirk before backing into his chest. She was not in season and with it she saw no consequences to come from a night of lust. She wanted to be queen and with it she would bear children for the king, she might as well have fun while she has the chance.

    @[Chemdog] Wink




    #7
    MATURE. Explicit-ish.

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    As soon as she didn’t strike him he let himself start to get excited. His breathing hardens, his muscles twist a little more tensely, and he bumps her while his cheeks rub her sides. She’s much smaller than him, he loves them this way, they fit so nicely underneath. His blood feels hot, his black and white skin slicked with sweat. He nibbles, and even bites at her skin, holding his mouth on her for a few seconds at a time – he pretends to hold her in place, watches her, feels her reaction to it.

    He grabs her tail momentarily, pushing it out of his way and pushing his chest against her. He holds her in place again and feels for her reaction. His libido, and some other things (ha), begin to build more and more pressure beneath his tightly contained surface. It’s right now that he realizes it’s been quite a while since he’s had a bit of fucking fun.

    I am a very bad boy…” He bites her hard on the hip and lets his lips wander back to where she’s exposed. The smell sends him overboard and he can no longer contain himself. His body hoists over her and without ceremony he breaks through any threshold that might be breakable. He’s gentle for only a few generous moments and afterward he’s without regard or mercy for the woman beneath him until he’s unloaded and satisfied. His breaths are heaving, nibbling at her ear as he basks in the afterglow of what he’s done to her. He stays in her, on her, molesting her neck and ears. If she insists he will slide off, but he takes his time.


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    ayyye idk how far i'm allowed to go lol
    if you'd like me to pull it back a bit i completely understand and will edit!

    we used to have a fade to black rule, but that's no longer a thing now, right?
    or is it? just lemme know if i went too far lol

    @Mary
    #8
    She can hear his breathing get deeper, and a smile tugs at her lips. He was perhaps more eager than her, but the tension between them was thick and she needed relief.

    He nibbles at her body, it was gentle and she welcomed the gestures. He has her held in her spot, something that would normally cause panic, but again he has her paralyzed with desire. She allows it, as he continues to tease her, pushing his chest into her.

    I am a very bad boy he says and her grin grows larger. Finally he gave in to his own desires, he lifts himself a top her a feeling that was new but had her wanting more. He was gentle at first, a bit of appreciation for it, but after a couple thrusts he releases all the tension that there mingling built up. She can not help but release a moan with his last thrust, her back slathered in a mix of his and her own sweat.

    He stays upon her back, caressing her with nibbles. She allows it until she regains her breathing, the adrenaline still coarsing through her body. She manages to wiggle out from beneath him, turning around she bumps her muzzle to his. Well that was unexpectedly fun she says with a laugh.

    She peers around, the pair still remained alone. She circles around him one last time, allowing her body to lean into his. I really should be heading home, maybe I'll see you again she gives a wink before heading off to the direction of Sylva. She allows her tail to swat at him as she departs, the smell of there lust lingering in the air.

    @[Chemdog]








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