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Damné

Damned if you Do , Damned if you Don't

My maroon globes watched silently beneath my thick coal colored forelock . As I peered from behind thicket , and bush looking for life rarely found here . My steel grey coat twitched slightly as a slight rain made its way trough the thick canopy of tree tops . I continued to gaze out into the endless trails, that could lead to your dreams, or to your demise . It was near the time for the sun to take a last glance before it fall , to awake the next day . And the already dark thickness of the forest like terrain, became slightly darker . I had been used to the little light that resided here, for I had been here long enough . I had not seen any other equines or many animals, at least alive . Images you may think are in your head are seen here, but in fact they are reality . You may think yourself crazy, but you learn to accept those images like I have .The Ghosts of the past linger here in their some sort of tainted paradise , released from burdens they had to carry trough life .

I took one last glance into the darkness before stepping onto the mud slicked path . My Steel colored coat brushing against the thick undergrowth and leaves, the rain clinging to my pelt . I shook my coat vigorously trying to rid myself of the precipitation . I then continued down one of the narrow trails, one I had yet to explore . Branched and thorns wrapped themselves round me, scraping my coat, leaving a stinging sensation . Scrapes covered my bodice ,along with some thick ad deep scars . I ignored the little pain , for I had been trough worse, much worse. I was to be a bitch , I may not seem like one now , for I have no one to push , no one to harm . I cannot harass the trees and get fun from it , I had destroyed many small trees , and stones striking out in times of bottled anger and emotions.

My harks flickered to and fro listening to the rustle of leaves , and the small noises of birds . And of my own steps squishing trough the mud and undergrowth , and also my breathing . Making rhythms out of them , as I made my way round the bend . Soon I came to a large break in the trail , as Large stream lay before me. I had not seen a small opening like this in any other trail . It was quite large . Enough for a few Equines to stand , or do as they please . I took the chance and stretched my long black pistons , and shook my coat slightly as I walked to the small creek , and quenched my thirst

[J-Bry]

THERE’S NO WAY I CAN STOP STOP STOP MY DESIRE
v a l e n t i n o

Valentino was no pushover.
Well, he was, but only when it came to getting the girl that he wanted.
In all his twenty-eight seasons of bullshit, he’d seen and done a lot. But this region… was it meant for gothic hippie darks or something? Couple of the locals had told him that there were friendly neighborhood “ghosts” about the territories. Pah. Half of the terras were uninhabitable anyway; good thing he was only a quarter dark. He couldn’t live in such disgusting conditions. But hell, those dark mares were worth a life-threatening disease. Bloody love… yum. He chuckled quietly, spotting out the edge of darkness--Lithadaea Dionysian’s trail entrance.

What a drab place this was. His clockwork motion droned on, his shabby gait carrying him to this dreary old trail. The narcissistic coot glanced around aimlessly; what the hell was he supposed to do here? Sing? Brighten up the skyline and make the daisies bounce delicately? What kind of idiot would--oh. Ohh. He froze, scenting the air powerfully. The way he sucked in that scent, oh that delicious scent, it was as if he was one of those wild pigs pinpointing a truffle. Damné’s smell was what he had, as she had just disappeared from that very spot seconds before. Come to me. That’s what it said. Come find me and take me and be mine. “Well sweetheart, if that’s what you insist…” Val’s eyes shifted once, twice, and he decided that there was no stallion going to be around to beat his ass once he made his move. Almost cheerfully, he started back, letting the darkness envelop his frame as he followed the scent.

Jesus Christ! Who the hell said it could be that dark in here? He must be blind--oh. His eyes adjusted quickly, and immediately he could see a shadow moving off in front of him. The moonlight would not provide any sight (was the moon even out?) and he would have to rely on his senses. Ohh, how fascinatingly devilish. Like a wraith, he stalked after the woman leading him deeper into the moor. He kept up this creeping, crossing his breath with utters of fuck and damn every time a barb brushed with his skin. Finally, she stopped to rest herself in… a stream? A flow of light revealed that she was a pretty gray fae with an even better looking set of eyes. She was bent and quenching her thirst. Poor thing. She desperately needed someone to cling to, he was sure. Valentino then split from the shadows, arching his neck handsomely as he came into view. He paused beside the girl to check himself; show time?

“I could not help seeing you here… alone, is it? It’d be frightful for one of these little ghosties to snap you up.” No, he didn’t believe in ghosts. So what? Strategizing is the key.

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Damné

Damned if you Do , Damned if you Don't

My black coal nares flared, as a slight breeze picked up trough the undergrowth and trees. My maroon Globes flickered as my thick arched neck raised from its lowered position, water dripping from my mug. My harks flickered to and fro, as a dark shadow rounded the corner, the sent was clear a stallion had come to somewhat tame or catch me. It had been what seemed like ages since I had had fun with an equine, why not satisfy his craving, while satisfying my own. I though a grim smile crawling upon my velvet mug.

Once the stallion made his way closer in the way of slight light, I looked over his thick muscular bodice. His color was rare, that of a bay roan, and mane of thick black and dark colors. My maroon Globes watched as he emerged into better view, Already his posture gave it away, he though he was drop dead. Soon I found him beside me, close speaking charmingly.

“I could not help seeing you here… alone, is it? It’d be frightful for one of these little ghosties to snap you up.”

I laughed at him slightly, rolling my orbs,but was yet to speak. My voice was not needed, yet at least. I much preferred letting my actions speaking for me , for most of my words were cruel or harsh, dripping with sin. I turned toward him, my gaze staring deep into his, I wrapped my whipcord under his mug before swishing it at his face. I smiled flashing sharp white Ivories, As I arched my nape, long black mane falling over its curves unevenly. I flicked my tail to the side exposing myself, an laughed softly almost like a soft moan .I may be the bitch at most, the meanest. but a whore will stoop to her lowest to feed her hunger. To rid her of her craving,for it had been years. I rolled my orbs showing their whites as I decided to speak, words meant unspoken.

" Damné Shall be my name, I have no reason to know yours, for it is useless. Anyway Once you take me you will run like the coward you are beneath your fake regal appearance, just get it over with and cut the shit "

The words flowing from my velvet kissers dripped with hate, and possible truth, no stallion was true. That was only in fairy tales, and my life is far from that. Perhaps one from a Brothers Grim perspective, if one.

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[J-Bry]

I'M CRAVING FOR YOU AND YOU KNOW IT TOO
v a l e n t i n o

Well of course he was drop dead gorgeous. And he knew it. Certainly he was a pretty boy. No one could deny that he was handsome; but age had not done him well when it came to respect. Karma possibly. Val’s, if he had had any, eyebrows threatened to shoot up as the girlie spoke. Damné shall be my name, I have no reason to know yours, for it is useless. Anyway, once you take me you will run like the coward you are beneath your fake regal appearance, just get it over with and cut the shit. Hostile little hornet she was. It made her all the more desirable though, he would just have to avoid getting stung.

She, Damné apparently, was trying to do what, choke him? with her tail. Bondage… eheh. Then she made this… moan? Equines can moan? Valentino himself had never witnessed any mare moan. Jesus Christ, that means… never mind. He studied her carefully in the brief seconds before he shot back, running his eyes over her quickly. She was curvy and had a mess of hair (which was beautiful, no doubt). Obviously, her orchid was not entirely white, what with how she was flaunting herself around like so. But whatever. He then focused on her eyes; quite lovely, really. If only he had any appreciation for that type of shit. Oh. Right. He was supposed to be talking to her.

“I’m hurt that you’d even accuse me of being so low--do I really look like that sort of dirty rat to you?” Val retorted quickly, coiling up defensively like an abused dog. Then he grew quiet… and spoke up again, much quieter. “That’s a rhetorical question, by the by.” What? He wasn’t going to be told off by this pretty little girl, he knew damn well what he was. But no one’s ever taught him respect; not for himself, not for others, and certainly not mares who were obviously uninterested. But he would not let her go, no, he’d follow her until he had her for certain. A girl like her didn’t come about often and there was no way in hell anyone else was getting her. But he wouldn’t fight over her. Nah.

What the hell? Did she just try to give herself to him? Was it a subtle hint? Valentino had only just noticed that she exposed her body by brushing away her tail. Huh. Interesting--oh. “However what you say is true… a part of me wants to change this but that void can only be filled by another. Care to try out for the spot darling?”

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Damné

Damned if you Do , Damned if you Don't

I made no movement, no sound, I just quickly snapped back with an answer to the roan stallion.

"No stallions are to be trusted, Including you. You look and act no diffrent than all the rest I have met before !'

My voice began quietly then ended in a loud tone, all that was said were behind clenced teeth, as I looked him straigt into his eyes. My orbs filled, and strained with stress. My harks pinned against my mess of mane upon my curved nape. I snorted, as I slightly relaxed, my muscles relaxed as I stood straight again and not on the defense.I wathced him as he had looked over my bodice apparently I was to his standards. If he had any. I had some though he fit most, yet he wasn't the tall dark romeo I wished to be carried away by, If I let anyone .He was stocky, and a bay roan perhaps. He was charming, to charming at that. I look for slyness, someone who would keep me quessing. Someone no one would trust. When it came to that he did not fit the bill, but if he really was falling for me mabe I could mold him like wet clay into the being I would want him to be, what ideas I had for him.

I watched him carefuly as he began to move his lips again.I snorted laughing under my breath.

"And What position may that be ,Huh?, a Rare jewel at first then once the other bitches begin to flow in I will be pressed to the back of you mind forgotten just like the others have done before"

I looked at him, if he would show me who he really was he might have a chance to win what is left of me .

[J-Bry]

MY, MY, MY PREMONITION IS TELLING ME TRY
v a l e n t i n o

No stallions are to be trusted, including you. You look and act no different than all the rest I have met before! Oh, that hurt. No way he was like everyone else… Everyone else does that stupid cliché shit; once they lay their ignorant little eyes on a specimen of the opposite sex, they immediately “fall in love” and must pursue this divine bird they so fondly call their “crush” and then once they meet in a goddamn fairy tale ending they “become one” and then have a fucking child. The end. Valentino was not like all the rest.

But then this girl started talking… again. God damn. And what position may that be, huh? A rare jewel at first, then once the other bitches begin to flow in I will be pressed to the back of your mind, forgotten just like the others have done before. She must have had some run-ins in the past. Yeah, that’s what it was - because god damn. He’d seen his fair share, but Jesus Christ, why would you stereotype all stallions to be sex-driven, absent-minded shithead bastards? Hey, just because that was what he was, doesn’t mean she has to go around calling everyone else that. It made him look… unoriginal. Pah. Whatever then, as long as it pleased her.

“Albeit, that’s true, I should not be trusted. Hell, I can’t begin to comprehend why I’ve had half of what I’ve had. Nevertheless, I am not all the rest, honey. The incompetence of the, eh, light society and even the neutral when it comes to love is honestly disgusting. My ‘fairy tale ending’ does not end in happiness with litters of brats running around, or falling over myself ‘in love’ with some superficial excuse of a woman.” Val paused quickly, his gaze even with Né’s. “And you’re wrong there. I never trouble myself with more than one at a time. Not only is it confusing, but if one should meet the other they’d probably try to kill themselves.”

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Mmm… I’m tired. The next post will be better.

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Damné

Damned if you Do , Damned if you Don't

“Albeit, that’s true, I should not be trusted. Hell, I can’t begin to comprehend why I’ve had half of what I’ve had. Nevertheless, I am not all the rest, honey. The incompetence of the, eh, light society and even the neutral when it comes to love is honestly disgusting. My ‘fairy tale ending’ does not end in happiness with litters of brats running around, or falling over myself ‘in love’ with some superficial excuse of a woman.”

All his words ran trough my harks quickly, as my brain tried to comprehend his words. Some were coated in some truth, as some others were dripping with Distrust. I looked at him Blood red optics looked him straight in his own eyes. He was hard to understand as he finished his tale with.

“And you’re wrong there. I never trouble myself with more than one at a time. Not only is it confusing, but if one should meet the other they’d probably try to kill themselves.”

I wished not to trust him, and I was not going to. I had handed out my tust to many times and it be broken, ripped to pieces. My maw curved in a crooked smile as I spoke softly.

"Your little words would look great in a novel, a Love story at some point. But I have yet to believe them,and never will unless I see it trough my own eyes, and not trough someone elses"

My words were short, yet they stung, they were said in question weather the stallion was hiding something. The way he came upon her was much to strong to be a one ladies man.I looked at him studing him, cocking my head from one side to another. Was I stupid enough to let this lovestruck idiot to take me to his home. Hah I could only laugh at myself I had nowhere else to go no one else to talk too, Hell My life had widdled down to nothing. Standing next to this idiot was considerd some sort of fun now a days, back then it would be harming or even killing some harmless animal , destroying homes. Now I was here what fun, What fun. Death is what sweet releif was, not rotting away as a pasture ornament for some lovestruck twisted stallion. I wished to run away to slip away to seclusion again, but I knw somehow this was somewhat better for me. In the End

[J-Bry]

I HAVE TO GIVE YOU CREDIT FOR YOUR STYLE
v a l e n t i n o

Oh, she’ll love me before we’re done here.
…And if not, then she’s still gonna come with me, like it or not.

Look, she was a conniving young woman (it looked to be) and gorgeous, no doubt; and that was exactly what Val aimed for. Love-hate relationships were his forte. There would be much fun in store when he brought her home with him. But there was something missing about that… Oh! Oh, right. He hadn’t even claimed a territory of his own yet--hahah, irony. Well, hang on, he had to think about this for a minute. Obvious even to Damné, his muzzle screwed up as he pondered the situation of living quarters. On his way here, he’d smelled that salty beach air of Castannona and Rhodennius Bay; it was refreshing, really, until he caught wind of some other masculinity from the bay’s direction. That had to be crossed off the potentials list.

Spiagga must be romantic then, as the other scent was… dark? Yeah, right, it was a dark equine’s musk and surely darks hate soft settings. Good! Lover-boy needed a place that would reflect his… irresistibility. All girlies swooned and dreamed of a romantic place; a sunset beach with never-ending shorelines, so that in all places of the tide they could make love to their adoring princes… of course Val just wanted to fuck, but hey, call it what you will. The mare’s almost obnoxious voice broke up his thought pattern. Your little words would look great in a novel; a love story at some point. But I have yet to believe them, and never will until I see it through my own eyes and not through someone else’s. Well okay then, Ms Pissypants. If you wanna keep on talking like you’re Shakespeare, go ahead, but get one thing through your head: you’re coming with me.

“Weeell…” Valentino rolled his eyes around as he began slowly, as if considering everything she had just said. “Don’t you think that, in order to see it through your own eyes, you would have to come with me, doll face?” An almost-sheepish grin twitched the edge of his lips. “I don’t see what could hurt in a road-trip with little ole me.” He stepped away from Né, wading into the stream a little ways off. With the cool coming up to just under his kneecaps, he eyed the steely fae opposite him. After a few moments of silence (perhaps she was considering?) he added in a dually quiet tone, “I don’t know if I could let you leave anyhow. I’d hate to see such a tragically hypnotic woman being lost out to another.”

Oh yeah.
He was NOT a lovestruck idiot; he was a jackass and a moron. Duhh.

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Damné

Damned if you Do , Damned if you Don't

My Maroon Globes watched fire burning with in them, a dangerous fire of hate and anger. As he answered back .

"Weeell"

I snorted loudly looking at him my thick black forelock covering my left eye, a Grim smile upon my coal plush kissers. As he continued to flap his useless jaws.

“Don’t you think that, in order to see it through your own eyes, you would have to come with me, doll face?”

Doll Face I haven't heard that one before, he must have been getting some ideas in his small brain. I rolled my orbs stepping back slightly tossing my thick steel nape into the darkened air. Throwing in a slight laugh in the process.

"Have To come with you? Haha I don't have to go with you it is of my choosing weather to or not"

I sneered at him, As I shook my crown what a funny jackass thinking he could possibly take me. thats not possible I come and Go as I wish and no one else.He then spoke of a road trip, Ha where to the only place I'm going is to hell. Therefore I ignored his question feeling that the need to answer was not there. He stepped away wading into the creek. He looked at me his orbs seemingly peering trough me, so I met his gaze staring into his own. I was not afraid of him and did not look away until her tor his gaze from me.The stallions temper made it seem as if he was a hard ass. I could put a test to that, any dark stallion enough would take what I would offer. Insted of walking to the stallion I turned walking to a near patch of grass, I bent down nippling on the grass, even though I was not hungry. My rump was pointing towards him and I hung my tail lazily to the side exposing myself, then would flick it slightly, and return it to its side.

I heard some of his cool words but yet again did not reply, I was trying to test him just to see if he would take the bate, also I would get to see his real intentions of why he wished to have me so bad.

[J-Bry]

THERE’S NO WAY I CAN STOP STOP STOP MY DESIRE
v a l e n t i n o

“If that was the case then you wouldn’t have stuck around so long, now would you?”
At least she wasn’t this like… activist or something. Hey, she could bash him all she wanted, but in Valentino’s small mind (as she would have put), he knew that she was, in fact, lonely. Yup, that was it.

He watched as she turned (again?) and exposed herself (again…). Christ, she was ASKING to be raped and killed, wasn’t she? For someone so embracing of hell though, it didn’t surprise him. Valentino chuffed quietly, turning away from Damné to cross to the other side of the water. If she knew everything, let’s see her reaction now. Clambering out of the water, he stamped a hoof to shed it of stray droplets, then turned to the steely gray fae. “Farewell, mademoiselle. It’s been quite the pleasure.” He chuckled. “I’m sure there are more willing stallions to suit your dark preference; that, or one that would have gladly raped you several moments ago.” And so he turned, easing into the unsettled darkness that wound down the trail.
If she really wanted him gone, she too would leave.

if this is not added on to by this saturday, you can consider this post done.

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Damné

Damned if you Do , Damned if you Don't

My harks twitched at his voice again as he spoke, his words were as if bragging that I infact had intrest in him.

“If that was the case then you wouldn’t have stuck around so long, now would you?”

My Crimson globes looked at him almost glimering with some sort of agravation, I had bigger and better opertunities if it Was needed. But this one was fun to toy with, yet he had not even tried to get what most of the boys wanted he only ignored, what a pitty he could have been a good one. Instead of creeping closer he walked trough the clear water stirring up mud, to the other side. As I heard him My nape turned to look at him as he shook himself free of the small amount of water that was clinging to his peppered coat. I looked at him as he turned to me and spoke, but what he had said was something I did NOT want to hear.

“Farewell, mademoiselle. It’s been quite the pleasure.”

I snorted as he chuckled he turned and then made his way round the bend of the green ivy like trail. I snorted as I tossed my head, He had left me now who was he to do so. I snorted and made a soft nicker. As one of my pistons met the earth harshly. I rolled my orbs, mabe he would come back mabe he would follow. I took a step to the other Direction with a soft nicker.

"I know you Don't want to leave me , but If you wish me to leave I shall and who is to know if we shall ever meet each other again"

I took another step and let out a face sight come on why would he want to leav this behind