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 Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 7:54 am
[[Private RP between Dinilawi (Tara) and Biscuit (Moi), please do not post without permission.]] 
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 8:06 am
"Always look on the bright side of life, Biscuit."
That was what his Uncle had said, a winged stallion who had been notorious as a Rake in his younger years. A master at the seduction of mares through polite charm and manners, he had his fair share of tales to tell and Biscuit had positively worshipped the ground he walked on. Unfortunately, there was only so much a mentor could teach though and Biscuit had been left to explore some parts of his new occupation himself.
Just as well really, some parts were meant to be private.
All the same, while he had met many mares he had never had the nerve to completely seduce them. He could be incredibly polite, could win them over as friends but he always bottled out - it wasn't that he didn't want to do it but what if he was uh..really bad? It wasn't as if he knew what he was doing.
Thus, the words of his mentor came back to him - while it was somewhat unfortunate that he hadn't mustered the courage to go as far as his mentor he could always look around and smile. He had after all, met many mares and none hated him (which was a bonus) so in time perhaps he could try again.
"Chin up, ye goon!" He pointed out, drawing himself up and striking a pose at his own reflection in the water. While exploring the desert (he hadn't gone that far out) he had been stunned to find an oasis capable of surviving in this heat but the water was clear and the tropical surroundings were rather nice.
Shame no one had told him about this before.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 8:37 am
So entranced by his own reflection, Biscuit did not notice he was entertaining a distant audience.
The roiling heat and shifting sand seemed to meet and melt into the mare, who stood on the crest of a shifting dune, still as a stone. But another caper by the stranger at the water's edge and the statuesque spying was over, the mare's white teeth bared in an amused grin, her outlandish mane of fire and ice tossing and shimmering beneath the sun with her low laughter.
More than a little surprising to see a new face in her land. The colt was fresh to it, that much was obvious....and THAT was no surprise. Probably taking a dare to taste death in the wastelands before running back to the safety of green trees and running streams. The reasons behind those who ever traveled further usually remained silent in the bones littering the endless sand.
Her red lips curved further, and she began a slow pace down the dune toward him, appraising him as she drew nearer. Handsome beast, rippling with muscles that never knew hunger or want.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:05 am
Well, this colt didn't hunger or want for the simple reason that he didn't know what he was missing. He had heard stallions discuss it, tease one another in relation to it but never experienced it himself. It sounded like quite the experience, but rather complicated all at the same time - he'd never been particularly could at multitasking which was one of the reasons he was more than a little apprehensive in relation to it.
Eh heh, he'd never admit that though.
Nevertheless, slapping his tail against his hindquarters, he released a soft snort and glanced across the small body of water. Truly, it was a very beautiful sight but this heat was something he sincerely doubted he could handle at long periods of time. It was with this thought in mind that he chose to make his way towards a rather oddly shaped tree, one of the few things that provided shade.
"Hmm, jolly good show." He mused to no one in particular, referring to the rather surprising taste of the water. The water in the Clearing, while refreshing, wasn't quite as sweet as the water here. It really was something that instilled him with curiosity but all the same -
He never got to finish his train of thought as the mare caught his eye. Initially he thought that the creature approaching him was a figment of his imagination given the unusual appearance - never in all his life had he seen someone so strange (and he'd seen some bizarre soquili). Turning to watch her, he was rather stunned by her mane and the rather shiny object on her forehead...
Was her mane on fire, and if it was, then why did the other half look like it was made of ice?
Was a pretty damn fluffy mane, might he add.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:25 am
"It was." The mare agreed, voice husky and rich, and she flashed another smile at his stare. "Do you think you are seeing a mirage, kid? If you are, you may as well enjoy it. You won't last much longer."
She stepped closer, and closer still. The enormous jewel at her brow winked in the sun, and so did she, golden eyes still amused. "I am Dinilawi." she continued, lifting her chin proudly. "This is my desert. Why are you trespassing here?"
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:07 pm
He'd always thought that his Uncle was the definition of 'bright', his coat had always gleamed in the light and emitted a soft glow in the evenings. Never too hard to spot, the vibrant colours had always been something the stallion had marvelled at, they were always something he had wished he had in order to 'up' his appeal and attractiveness.
Granted, he was attractive without them but still, women seemed to like a soquili with feathers.
However, when she spoke he couldn't help the response. The husky tone, so rich in quality and quite unlike anything he had heard before...well, it was like a sailor to the voice of a siren. Without flinching, he allowed his gaze to flick towards the mare and he placed his gaze more firmly upon her. Now that she was closer he could see her peculiar form much more clearly, and, despite the odd attire deep beneath it lay a very fine physique.
It did bode the question though, was her hair real or fake?
Still, he never got the opportunity to consider this as she enquired as to his purpose for being on her 'lands'. It was enough for a light frown to cross his features and he released a snort. As far as he was concerned he hadn't caught the scent of another, therefore it was open territory...
"I be seein' nothing te indicate it is yers, m'lady." He replied calmly.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:27 pm
The mare chuckled, no hint of offense clouding the gleam in her eyes. "Then tell me why you are here, instead."
She circled him with ease, able now to fully appreciate the gloss of his coat, the polish of hooves that have never dulled under the scour of sands. The greenland herds were always so soft....and always so hard to resist. He tried to match her scrutiny like a stallion grown, but the elder could see the colt in his eyes. Her white smile grew teasing, and her long lashes veiled the flash of her eyes.
"Race me to my herd in the heart of the wastes. You will understand why it is mine before the buzzards make you theirs."
The only real waste would be to let him leave too soon. She was queen of the desert thieves....and this boy had much to steal.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:36 pm
"Curiosity." He replied calmly, although if he was entirely honest he didn't feel calm. There was something in the way she smiled, that sultry look and the smoked eyes that both terrified and excited him all at once. So used to the delicate and shy females of the Clearings, he had never grown accustomed to one who was neither naive or afraid to have what she wanted, when she wanted it.
That being said, he had learnt quite a bit from his 'mentor' and it was with a snort that he calmed his nerves just enough to maintain his composure. It didn't prevent the feelings of suspicion, the manner in which she circled him made him feel a little like fresh meet and she wasn't even a cannibal.
...Was she?
"Are ye challenging me te a race?" Well, he was a reasonably intelligent stallion but he never had been a fan of veiled threats or warnings. Always deeming it necessary to lighten the mood, he would twist the words of another to his advantage - or he'd try at least.
Even so, continuing to watch the mare out of the corner of his eyes it was very clear to him now that her mane came in two parts - one of fire and one of ice. How as that even possible?
"...And ye be forgivin' me for me forwardness, but is that real?" He enquired, motioning to her mane and tail before mentally cursing his own accent - times like these made him wish he had the same accent as his uncle.
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Posted: Mon Jun 04, 2007 9:53 pm
"Come closer and see." she nodded in invitation, as the colt in the stranger became more and more apparent with each slow circle. She swayed her hip into the last step before stopping, and the flames of her tail leaped to follow the motion as the ice glittered like diamond. "I'll forgive you."
"And yes," she husked, "I am challenging you to a race. You look like you can handle it."
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 7:02 am
"Of course I can." His response was silky as he pulled himself to his feet once more and gave a shake. Underneath the skin, the muscles rippled softly and in doing so, emphasised a rather well kept form. While he didn't exercise in the more questionable ways, he most certainly kept up appearances for the purpose of ensuring he attracted the mares - and he did, quite often.
Nevertheless, he quirked a brow at her invite and wasn't entirely certain if she was being serious. He had met many mares that he deemed teases, they made idle promises, made suggestions and when it really came down to it... The bolted at the faintest sign that he or other stallion would react as they had suggested. It wasn't the most encouraging of things at all, but with these teases came lessons and every stallion listened to them - they just shunned the teases.
Choosing to ignore her offer for now (he would get back to it) he looked instead to the task and hand and stomped his hooves to rid them of their stiffness.
"Which way?"
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:22 pm
The mare chuckled, and the gem on her brow seemed to glitter in time to her amusement as she nodded to the horizon. "That way. Where the sun mounts the sands each night." She gave another meaningful glance beneath hooded eyes at her words, before smirking and dashing away, kicking a cloud of grit into the colt's eyes.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:32 pm
Biscuit cursed mentally and turned his head all too quickly to avoid the sand, it appeared this mare wasn't against fighting dirty. Already quite a distance away through her self-made head start, she was sure to win the challenge. He gave a little grunt at this, his competitive side disapproving of the manner of play but he was hardly going to let it just lie - he wouldn't give up without a fight.
"As ye wish." He murmured to someone in particular, gathering his muscles before shooting forward. It took his hooves time to grow accustomed to the drag of the sand but slowly but surely he gained momentum, lengthening his stride to cover more ground in the way they often raced on the clearing - if she wanted a challenge, he would give her one.
...Even so, as he continued to pursue her he couldn't help but let his gaze slide to her rump.
Well maybe he would let her win, that was quite a nice view.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:42 pm
The desert mare eased to a far more casual run as she heard the the colt's hoofbeats and heaving breaths near. She eyed the sun, not bothering to glance back to the stranger who would surely rush by her any moment.
The burning circle was slow in its approach to its evening tryst. Dinilawi's teeth flashed in an agreeing smile.
The best lovers were ones made impatient.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 3:46 pm
Nope, he had decided - even if she slowed her pace he was going to slow with her. He would be the 'gentleman' and allow her to win, his prize would be the rather pleasant view he had from behind. It seemed that her peculiar mane and tail only served to accent her exotic figure and although not entirely entranced he was very appreciative of the view.
Slowing his own pace somewhat, he had to draw his strides in once more in order to shorten them. The shorter the strides, the slower he would go until he maintained a significantly slower lop than her - he could be chivalrous, her at least he could make himself look chivalrous when he wanted to!
However, if she decided to come to an abrupt halt he assumed he would have little choice other than to lunge passed, which would be unfortunate but at least he would win at the same time.
So many opportunities.
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Posted: Tue Jun 05, 2007 5:19 pm
Without breaking stride, NOW the mare curved her neck back to regard him, the teasing smile again dancing along her white muzzle. "Taking pity on an old mare, boy?"
The colt had slowed, but his sweat hadn't, and his lines fairly glowed beneath the lather. Her eyes narrowed. "You insult me." she murmured, and though the red lips were warm, there was an edge of ice, like her fantastic mane.
Impatient indeed.
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