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 Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 8:53 am
"You should never assume anything." He chuckled softly as he gave the other stallion an inch of his space back, trying to lull him into comfort once more. The smile curving his muzzle was soft... Almost sensual in a strange way. He had never tried to set this kind of trap before; had never tried to lure any in this sort of way... It would be a challenge.
"Think of me... As a rose, Dorian. Even without a name I am just as beautiful; just as sweet. A dark rose that has piqued your curiosity even now..." He continued drawing his feathers down the other stallion's flank before slowly pulling his wing back against his side.
"Yes, I like beautiful things." He liked to look at them as they took his mind off of the ugliness that he had grown up surrounded by. He liked surrounding himself with them and he was certain that he wouldn't mind controling them... Or destroying them.
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Posted: Thu Sep 06, 2007 4:22 pm
The low laughter erupting from the larger beast eased Dorian's nerves, and tense muscles found themselves relaxing as he allowed himself to finally return to enjoying the moment. "A Rose is beautiful yes, but its thorns painful, if one fails to see the danger lying in the beauty."
The feathers trailing down his side continued to tickle him, and one teal wing rose up to brush away the tingle. He was tempted to attempt to return the favor, but decided against it. Instead, he took a few strides forward and turned, to where he was standing now in front of the other stallion, where ticklish pink feathers could no longer reach.
"Then I present you something beautiful to look at!" he boasted in a teasing manner, as his front legs bent down to give the alicorn a bow.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 3:11 pm
"Then I present to you another question, lovely..." He rustled his feathers slightly before letting his wings fall still, pale pink eyes never leaving the other stallion. "... What sort of beauty are you most interested in? The kind that you can admire safely... Or the kind with a bit of risk attatched?"
He wanted the answer to this question and would, most likely, let his next actions be guided by whatever it was. His mood was shifting far too easily from one thing to the next... It was a strange sensation and he wasn't entirely sure whether or not he cared for it.
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 4:08 pm
He rose from his playful bow and stared back into the pink eyes with his own teal ones. What kind of question was this?
He took a step forward, and moved to where his head was nearly cheek to cheek with the other stallion, and grinned. "Now now... what's life without a bit of adventure? I love pleasant, calm beauty as much as the next stallion... but the wild rose, even with thorns, is a marvelous beauty in itself to behold. Are you telling me that you'd consider yourself a risk, friend?"
Dorian couldn't explain it, but his heart was beating fast and his mouth was going dry. He was excited, and he didn't know why. Was it the mystery of it all? The silent challenge in the stallion's voice? Or the fact alone he'd finally found someone he nearly considered his equal in appearance?
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 4:17 pm
He closed his eyes, brushing his cheek almost tenderly against Dorian's, running softly coated flesh against flesh until his lips were once more next to the other stallion's ear. "... And if I did?" He murmured softly. "Would you run, Dorian, or would you linger just long enough to see just how much of a delight taking risks can be?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 4:35 pm
He laughed, refusing to pull away though the soft skin of the other's tickled him, and sent an odd shiver down his spine. "I am no coward, friend, nor have I ever found a reason to run from all things beautiful.. no matter what risk they may cause."
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 5:06 pm
He grinned, letting his fangs show for a moment before he nipped at the other stallion's ear... Not hard enough to break or tear. No, he wouldn't mar something so lovely; not yet, at least. His n** was just hard enough for sharpness to be felt; for the other stallion to have a brief glimpse of what he might be.
"You should go now, Dorian." He stepped back away from the other stallion, pink eyes gleaming as his voice darkened. "Go... And think about me. I know you will... I'll certainly think about you." He nickered softly as he turned away from his new toy. "Remember, Dorian... All is fair in love and war."
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Posted: Mon Sep 10, 2007 5:15 pm
The n** he could have seen coming. He himself was a very physical horse, and always had to have a hoof or wing in the situation, whether it was aiding in fluffing up another's hair, accessorizing, or even preening himself. But the sharpness of the n**, now that he hadn't expected.
His head jerked a bit, eyes widening. Perhaps there was something lying beneath the beauty of this stallion... something Dorian hadn't noticed before. The words echoed in his ears... I'll certainly think about you. They burned into his memory, and he watched in silence as the larger being left his presence. What to make out of it, he didn't know; the white haired stallion was still trying to come to terms with the fact the alicorn or whatever he truly was had fangs instead of the normal teeth of a horse like himself.
It wasn't until the purple and pink stallion had cleared his sight that Dorian finally realized he had still never gotten the stallion's name.
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