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 Posted: Sat Dec 16, 2006 4:22 pm
As he felt the tendrils of the mare's tail coil about his neck, Guilian smiled slightly and tilted his head to the side, allowing them to touch his cheek even as her fangs grazed the other side of his neck. The points of her fangs hurt slightly, but it was the hurt of a thorn-p***k; minor and easily ignored. However, the sensation of pain only added to the acute arousal of the situation, furthered along as much by the danger she represented as the closeness and sensuality of the situation.
Her words, spoken in that husky tone, went right through him, but it was with a greater feeling of self-control that he straightened his head to smile at the kalona mare, running one wingtip lightly along the curve of her jaw. "First you might be, Chica, but there is no reason for that to force you to be alone. In this, perhaps, you will find that there is more to yourself than you have previously realized...and we shall see who truly ends up desiring more." At that, his smile curved into one of pure smugness, challenging Izusa with his eyes. She was dangerous, oh yes...but he was far from afraid. "Now then..."
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 5:56 am
Something flashed in her eyes, a dangerous light as Guilian made the gentle carress with his tail to her jaw. She squeezed harder with her tail tendrils, bringing her mouth closer to his and lipping him, her warm mouth pressed against his for a brief moment - and then she withdrew, her tail slithering to the floor as she stepped neatly away, wings rustling as she looked at him.
'I am not so easily picked.' she said, snippishly in reference to his flower giving.
'And I never will become one of those mares lost in her head for a stallion.'
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Posted: Sat Dec 30, 2006 11:12 am
If horses had fingers, Guilian probably would have snapped his right then. Damn but that was cruel of her, coming so close and tantalizing him before backing out!
And yet, perversely that only strengthened the cardinal stallion's desire to finally experience her. She was so in control of herself, yet at the same time he'd seen the dangerous light in her eye. Passion could come from many things, be it physical pleasure, anger, rage, insanity...where there was one, there always existed the possibility of others. And he was nothing if not optimistic.
As she stepped away, Guilian merely grinned, raising his wing to stroke his own neck where her tail had been so tightly wrapped mere minutes earlier. This mare was something else alright.
"Trust me when I say I'd pity the stallion who would even consider such an idea, Chica. There are those that are meant to fall, and then there are those that aren't. You are firmly in the second category, as am I myself."
Having ascertained that all was well and god with his throat, Guilian folded back his wings and arched his neck proudly, looking over at Izusa with unguarded interest but this time making no move towards her. "There needs not be any commitment, Chica; for all either of us know, we might and very well could never see each other again. So why worry about possibilities when we have a very probable positive, close enough to touch?" He was such a brilliant Soquili. If he could spell, he'd write a book; as it was, he was focused on only one thing, and that was showing others the light. So close, and yet so far...
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 6:38 am
What was it the blood stallion wanted? She had all but strangled him, and he had seemed to merely take it as a challenge. It did amuse her greatly that she seemed to have hooked him, rather then the other way around, something he had confessed he found easy to do.
'You are determined to conquer me?' she said, her voice expressing the astonishment she felt at his foolharded approach.
'You wish to boast of being with me. I can see that would a prize indeed. You'll never find anyone like me,' she sighed, a long exhalation of breath. It was quite a strange thing to be wanted, rather then avoided. There was also the curiosity of wanting to know what the act was. But if there were children? She did not know that she could bear to water the Kalona bloodline, she'd heard tell of there being half-Kalonas, whispers in the breeze of her kind betraying who they were for the sake of a family love. She looked at him from under hooded eyes.
'Are you brave?'
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 8:25 am
Guilian was enjoying himself; enjoying himself a great deal more than he should, considering the circumstances. But this was a new experience, deliciously new and therefore worth enjoying. Had his friend Ariston been around, the white stallion would no doubt have been shocked to see Guilian in the role of pursuer and not pursuee, but sometimes one had to be willing to work for what they wanted, right?
And it appeared that his persistance was paying off, if not in outright capitulation at least in brownie points. She seemed to be reacting to him on some level, that much he could tell from the incredulous edge of her voice. Poor girl, was it really so shocking to be wanted? Or perhaps it was, for a kalona...or maybe this was all a ruse. He didn't have enough experience with the breed to make an educated guess, so all he was operating on here was his knowlegde of female behavior.
Still, his charming grin of amusement was marred slightly by a harsh coldness that briefly flashed through his gaze at her comment about boasting. Boasting? Where the hell had she gotten that idea from? He was deeply offended by the comment, and his voice had a slight edge to it as he replied. "I don't know what stallions you've had experience with in the past, Chica, but a true lover doesn't kiss and tell, not unless the female is the sort that wishes it to be so." It wasn't as if HE hadn't been bragged about before, after all! But to think he'd get his kicks out of talking about bedding her...
However, both expression and voice turned softer, caressingly so, once he finished. "I want you for yourself, Chica, not for the pleasure of talking about it later. I want to thrill you, to make your blood sing, to take you places you've never been." Here his smile curved up on one side, becoming a bit more playful. "And perhaps prove that there's something to be said for non-kalonas. As for myself...I'd say that I'm brave enough, when it comes to getting what I want." A bit blunt, perhaps, but word games and hedging were for those who didn't know what they were getting into.
And he'd gone too far to chicken out now.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 9:16 am
Izusa curved her neck, spreading one wing out and rasping at the edge where an itch had developed, her fang teeth flashing again in the light for a moment.
'You stallions seem to be a prideful lot.' she said, her attention back on him after fruitlessly snapping at an early fly that was irritating her. Her wings rustled as she settled them again, and her fidgeting quieted for a moment.
'Wanted..' she whispered, and she seemed to be looking at nothing, listening to something, her head canted to the side as though someone invisible spoke into one ear.
'Izusa was never wanted, Izusa was alone..' her mind had wandered again, and she spoke as though she was someone else.
'Brave blood stallion will look after Izusa?' she had clipped over to him, tucking her nose under his chin, acting in a way to be pitied. A ruse? She could have been playing - or her mind could simply have wandered into a state of need.
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Posted: Wed Jan 03, 2007 9:29 am
Prideful? Well, perhaps that was the case, but why should one be anything but proud when Nature had blessed one as generously as Guilian had been? Maybe to some such thoughts were those of a conceited individual, but jealous minds acted out in strange ways.
Or so Guilian had always thought.
He was still amused by the matter-of-fact way Izusa had commented on that fact, and was just about to reply when her sudden about-face into the child-like state of innocence caught him off-guard once again. There was definitly something strange about this mare...but strange in a positive way.
Taking advatage of her closeness, Guilian nuzzled at the mare's muzzle, ignoring the pointed parts as best he could. At the same time, he draped a wing over her body, holding her against his side so that she could feel his warmth. "Chica, you need never worry about such things when you are with me; know that I will look after you for as long as you need...or desire." His voice had become lilting, husky. Ah, how he desired this mare at the moment...but did she feel the same?
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 3:23 pm
Izusa was definately in a needy state of mind. A small flare of rage as Guilian cossetted her with one wing flared like a match in darkness, and was just as swiftly extinguished.
'What I need?'
What did she want? It was difficult to think. His male scent was a little overwhelming, the touch of his warm flank against the cool, almost polished hairs of her pelt was a greater comfort then she wanted to admit. The tiny swirling part of her mind that was sane, was the Kalona part of her, raged and fluttered like a trapped hunting bird in a cage but it was drowning in the sea of the main confused part of her mind.
'Tell me what that is. Show me.' she said, her voice pitched in a way that no professed wooer of mares could easily resist.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 3:42 pm
Surrender, sweetest of terms. Guilian had to fight the urge to smile, a a wide smile of pure smugness and lust mingled into an expression as feral as the wildest of wolves. But his prior dealings with this mare, brief as they were, had lead him to caution; there was nothing to prevent her from pulling back yet again, and the next time he might not be able to draw her back to him. He could almost feel the tension in the air, the heavy weighing of decision and indecision as the mare beside him stood silent and still...
Then his throat caught at her words, words of need and capitulation spoken in a husky tone, the sort of tone that just screamed 'take me'. If he'd been waiting for opportunity, this was it.
"Ah, Chica, you had but to ask." Smiling the merest ghost of his suppressed smile, Guilian carressed her cheek with one wing..then lowered his head to her jawline, nipping and nibbling at the exposed skin as he ran a line to her throat. He wanted to savor this experience and move rapidly at the same time, the twin desires being weighed against indecision and disbelief of his own. It remained to see how she responded...
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 4:02 pm
Izusa closed her eyes. Her wings rustled with someone that was either panic or irritation as Guilian nipped along under head and at her throat. Irritation because she really had no experience with this closeness and it bought up the feelings of hatred for those that were not Kalona, and panic because knowing you've put yourself into a vulnerable position and accepting it were two seperate things.
'I did..' she said, her tail moving slowly, as if invested with its own life. The tendrils coiled around one of his legs, gripping a little but not as to hurt.
'Here in the light?' she asked. If she was to experience something new, she would rather they slip into shadows, away from prying eyes of any kind.
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Posted: Fri Jan 05, 2007 5:54 pm
Well, obviously she wasn't backing out, at least not yet. Still, Guilian wasn't completely satisfied with her reaction; she was stiff, and seemed to be uncertain, so he needed to work a little bit harder to make her feel at ease, relaxed, and as wanton as he felt she truly could be.
Her question, paired with the tail around his leg, brought forth a whole new light to his smile. So, she wanted some darkness, eh? Well, he could do with some privacy as well.
"Well, we could stay here in the light, but I have to admit that shadow and darkness can add their own pleasurable edges to an already pleasant experience. And by an amazing coincidence I think I know just the place..." And keeping contact with the mare, he lead her off towards the trees...
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 6:39 am
A complete surrender required more trust...or more experience then she actually had in these matters. Izusa did allow herself to be lead off however, away.
There was something to be said for being alone, however addled it made ones mind. Alone she had complete privacy. Here, so near the Village there were so many eyes. The two-leggers. The other Soquili that she knew did not like her. The tendrils around his leg stayed there...if she sensed any danger, if he had any purpose in mind other then what he seemed to want, she would hobble him, attack his legs and flee.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 3:24 pm
Walking was usually an easy enough matter, but when there was a spiked tail twined about your limbs, even that simple task could be made complicated. Still, Guilian had no problems with staying close to Izusa; spiky and thorny as she was, there was just something about her that enflamed his senses and piqued his curiousity. Besides that, he did NOT need her taking off on him, not at the moment.
So it was with great care that he pushed his way through the trees, leading her along to the place he remembered, the place where the trees let up and provided a little bit of room for maneuverings. It wasn't far, but for a few minutes he was relatively quiet, leading her along through the darkness of the woods before the two were all at once in a small clearing. It was bearly a clearing at all, in fact, more like a gap in the trees large enough for maybe four Soquili to fit, if they stood still; but he felt it was more than enough space for what they had in mind.
Turning to the mare, he raised a brow in query. "What do you think, Chica? Is this dark enough...and private enough for you?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 3:35 pm
'And he is such a gentleman too,' Izusa said, looking around the clearing..though that was too grand a word for the gap that had not given forth to trees for some reason. She spoke as though talking to someone else - not Guilian but one who wasnt there.
'A lady? No I dont think so. Ladies dont head off into the dark with men they barely know.'
Her head turned to face him, the feeble light making her eyes flash for a moment.
'Why does he call me that word? Blood believes that sweet talk will soften thorns.' her tail tightened a little on his leg.
'I want nothing sweet.' she bared her fangs.
'Come..let us dance. We can do what you please...I'll be yours.'
And then. She would have him. Dangling on the end of her hook. She was crazed. Dangerous. And still he wanted her.
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 4:15 pm
Hopefully the little lapses into what Guilian had begun to think of as Izusa's 'dreamworld' mindset wouldn't do any lasting damage on the mood. Izusa's mood, rather; Guilian's mood was now at the point where the only thing that could slow him down was a frigid bath...which he obviously, under the circumstances, felt no inclination for.
But he hadn't gotten to this point in life by being careless. Her rather acusatory words, thrown into his face with the dangerous glint in her eyes, served to remind him that nothing was ever certain until it had been done...and he wasn't there yet.
Smiling his ferally seductive smile, Guilian lowered his head to her throat once again, nuzzling against the hollow as he spoke. "Chica merely means girl, Izusa; and regardless of whether you are kalona or unicorn, you are very much a female. Words serve no purpose if they aren't understood for what they are intended...and perhaps I'm in the mood for some thorns."
Her words were both invitation and challenge, coming from HER as they were. So sweet wasn't wanted, hrm? Well, there was no reason that she couldn’t have rough…and realize that sweet was all in the perception. She could say all she wanted now, but they’d both have to see what the end results were, wouldn’t they?
“In that case, Chica, dance we shall. And as for being mine…I promise you won’t regret it.” Dark eyes glittered, but it was certainly not anger that was radiating from the cardinal stallion’s eyes as he moved around the mare, running his wingtips lightly over her body. “Nor shall I, if I’m any judge…”
~~~Fade to black~~~
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