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 Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 12:05 pm
Chica, chica.. it was almost as if he was calling the birds. She was curious as to why he would bandy the word around if all it meant was what she actually was! It showed that his words were not sincere or to be trusted..but for a while her mental chatter was silenced.
She stretched lazily, arching her neck and flapping her wings slowly, languidly. Izusa looked at Guilian, then slowly groomed herself where she could, teasing dried mud from her legs and twisting so that her mane ran through the spines of one wing, 'combing' it. For a moment she would be silent, waiting for him to speak first.
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 12:18 pm
Not bad, not bad at all. Guilian had likewise been distracted for a few minutes, replacing fallen roses into his tail and gently smoothing his wingtips over a few tender areas; mental note, spikes needed to be treated with caution. Or more caution than he had. But a few necessary injuries he could deal with.
She had been looking at him, albeit for a brief while, but hadn't spoken otherwise. He wasn't sure what that silence meant, to be honest...but there was only one way to find out.
Flicking back his wings to their usual resting place, he quirked a brow at the mare. "Well, how are you feeling, Chica? Was it worth the risk?" The risk he spoke of wasn't a true risk, of course; no, what he was referring to was the risk of intimacy. She had seemed so resolute at first, after all...
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 12:26 pm
Izusa licked her lips again, tasting the copper that was Guilian's blood. Obviously their passion had been painful for the stallion, he'd not been careful of her spikes. Her wings folded, her mane shaken into place, she tapped the floor with her tail tendrils, then letting them slither into a resting spot behind her.
'You taste nice..' she sighed softly, looking at him in a dreamy fashion. Then she smiled.
'Risk? I shall decide..at another time.'
She had actually liked it, but wanted to see how far she could string him along. Would he try and press himself on her again to prove his worth further?
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Posted: Thu Jan 11, 2007 12:35 pm
A sly smile crossed Guilian's face, if briefly; that look in her eyes as she'd commented on his taste was one he'd been on the receiving end of before, and it never failed to give him a sense of pride. Any stallion could satisfy himself, after all; but it took a bit more finesse to satisfy the mare as well. If that look had been any indication...
"I taste nice, eh Chica? So which was it, blood, or cherries?" The question was a return to their earlier conversation, back when she had eyed his red coat and pondered what it might hide. He had a hunch it wasn't cherries she was referring to, but he couldn't resist a little teasing. After all, this was a novel experience for him as well.
Her refusal to answer his question on made his smile widen; he'd almost think she was acting coy, if it wasn't for her obvious naivette when it came to this sort of thing. Ah, she was an interesting one, this Izusa.
Shaking out his mane, he gave her a wink and an actual chuckle. "Well Chica, for now taste is a positive. But if you are not sure whether it was worth it...perhaps after next time you will know for sure." He knew what HIS view on the matter was, after all; and pointy parts aside, he was more than willing to repeat the experience.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 3:29 pm
'Blood is like apples..' she corrected him.
'Tart and spicy.' she drifted then, her wings bunching against her body, a shiver passing over her silvery-purple pelt. Izusa felt a sense of...shame. What if their union resulted in fruit? She had watered the Kalona line.
'Next time..' she mumbled, her tail lashing in irritation.
'Next time he says. For he does not know. Does he care? Does he care that he planted seed in the garden? Seed in the garden might grow..' she moved around the small clearing, scratched by branches as she stumbled heedlessly.
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Posted: Mon Jan 15, 2007 4:48 pm
Spicy, eh? Spicy he could deal with, spicy sounded exotic and intriguing, just as he imagined himself to be. But his pride at that comparison didn't prevent him from noticing his companion's sudden shift back into 'dreamland', nor from seeing her stagger into the poking branches.
"Whoa, careful there Chica; you're going to hurt yourself, and that's not the purpose of this little rendesvous."
As he spoke, he stepped up towards the mare, moving his wing to push the twigs away from Izusu's body. He could hear her mumbling as he did so, something about gardening? Strange mare. This was a strange meeting, really. "Izusa, Chica, come back to me; show me that you haven't left me!"
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 9:35 am
Izusa brought a wing around to her mouth, licking the oozing blood that the thorny bushes tearing had made spring forth. She licked her mouth, curling tongue around eyeteeth and then looked at Guilian, seeing him again properly.
'You do not get that this was all pain for me. I am not supposed to feel. Cannot be weak.' she hissed, snapping her wings tight against her side so that they wouldnt catch on another part of the vegetation around them.
'Close as close to be, and I'm still far away. And what if there were foals? Roses would leave. Roses would run.'
"Roses" now suddenly Guilian's new nickname. She was troubled; annoyed with herself for not thinking about possible consequences until now.
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Posted: Tue Jan 30, 2007 2:54 pm
As Izusa licked his wings, the thought flicked briefly through his brain that that was a remarkably erotic gesture, though why, he had no idea. Far more prominant was the realization that she was back...at least somewhat back, in the real world, and he was quick to latch onto that realization.
But she wasn't making much sense, not during her diatribe about weakness. What was supposed to be pain for her? Had she meant to stab herself with the thorns? Or was she referring to what they'd just done? Or just to life in general? He wasn't really up to unravelling the half-unclear ramblings of a sun-dazed mind, but now that he had a personal stake, he had to at least try.
And at least one statement was clear.
"Foals?" Talk about your below the belt punches; if he wasn't used to hearing about this particular topic, it would have taken him even more by surprise. As it was, he suddenly understood her upset.
Smiling, he shook his head at the kalona. "Now your worries make sense to me, Chica, indeed they do. But why worry about something that cannot be prevented, or even necessitates worry? Know that I have never in my life fathered foals, in spite of being with numerous mares. The odds of something happening now are quite small, wouldn't you say? And I couldn't say that our genes are directly compatible one way or the other, so that's another thing not to worry about. But if by 'Roses' you refer to me, Chica..."
Here his voice turned low and sultry once again, and he met Isuza's gaze with his own, unblinking. "I don't run from my committments, Chica, and kids are a committement. I doubt you have cause to worry, but should you have reason, then rest assured I will be around. They would be my own children as well, after all...and with a mother like you, no doubt infinitely gorgeous."
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 2:40 pm
Izusa hissed and snapped at him, fire in her eyes;
'Flatter me not! I know you. You said. This is just fun..' she spat the word, wings rattling in irritation.
'You would not stay. If my belly held your spawn, you would be gone - filling the next 'Chica' with your seed. Because you know not..mares dont always say. Birthed your babies and went away.' she voice became sing-song.
'Little roses come out and play..' she whispered.
'I dont have sense.' she said suddenly, clearer again.
'I never did. Never got close. It was too much. Scent all over me. Want more, shouldnt have more, bad for you. Stop you flying, make you weak.'
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Posted: Wed Feb 21, 2007 2:59 pm
One moment shrewish, the next passive; one moment threatening, the next, aroused. It was an experience to be around Izusa, though exactly what that experience entailed tended to vary from moment to moment. However, Guilian had finally realized that the saliant moments needed to be latched onto quickly, so latch he did.
Frowning a bit at the harsh comments, he met the mare's gaze squarely. "If indeed I have had children by previous mares, the mares in question obviously didn't see fit to tell me about it, Chica. And never once have I encounted another that even remotely resembled me, which makes me doubt that any children exist. I don't belive in abandonment, Chica, and I don't plan on starting now."
He was losing her again; she was waffling back and forth between clarity and delusion by the moment, it seemed. He hadn't anticipated this sort of sparring match, not when everything had gone so well before; even her own words admitted as much to him. Yet she was determined to fight it, to see the worst...he wasn't going to get anywhere with this.
Lifting a wingtip, he boldly caressed her cheek. "You are new to this, Chica, so your worries are at least believable. But know this; I don't treat mares so harshly. My foals are mine, whenever they appear and by whichever mare, and I will provide. You want assurance, yes?"
Stepping away from the mare, Guilian moved over to the path by which they'd come. "I shall stay in the area, Chica, long enough for you to know whether you have any reason to fret. Should you believe you have cause, I shouldn't be hard to find...and when that time passes without you needing to see me, I hope you remember what we had with a bit more fondness, as I already do."
It was time to go.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 11:20 am
During his words she had calmed again, lucid and whole in her head.
'If I want to, I will find you.' she said simply, her wings folding tightly against her body, giving him leave with her words and body language. Not falling apart, she was together again, and she would watch him go passively.
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Posted: Sun Feb 25, 2007 12:43 pm
That was better.
An amused smile on his lips, Guilian gave Izusa a nod of farewell. "I couldn't doubt it if I wanted to, Chica; until such a time as we meet again, stay strong, sleek, and sexy." Not that such would be a difficult thing for her; her type was born to be in control of both themselves and those around them.
Well, most of the time.
At any rate, it had been a MOST eventful encounter, and he doubted he'd be able to forget it any time soon. That in mind, he turned and started off through the trees, a lone black rose from his tail tumbling to the ground as he vanished from sight..
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