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    Assailant -- Year 226

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    "But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura


    [mature]  Friends With the Monsters[Morty]
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    A cool breeze rustles the decaying leaves at her invisible hooves.  They curl around her but only a skilled eye would find it odd.  One even falls from the canopy and bounces off her rump with a zap from her tentacle tail.  It's a strange noise and though faint, is hard to mistake as anything else, if youve heard it before...

    That's when a gruff voice is demanding a presence, and her crimson eyes flick to find a darkness scanning the forest.  Memories surface and she knows just who this stranger is.  They had a run in a few years back.  One that made her the heartless wench she was today.  

    Anger pricks at her muscles, but she does not move.  She allows him a moment to question himself.  Think himself mad for hearing things.  A devilish grin pulls at her lips as her eyes narrow.  

    Without warning, her miraged form charges.  Flicking leaves and forest debris airborne as her hooves bring her swiftly to him.  Just as she is within 10ft, her form appears in it's washed ebony color.  Dark tresses of tentacles flow freely down her neck and rump.  Twisting her body into a complete 180, the tentacles of her tail swing at the dark stallion.  Landing upon his flesh with stinging barbs as she shouts, "Take that you evil fuck!" Venom words hiss from her lips as her hind limbs kick up at the clown.  "How do you like me now bitch!?" 

    Her hatred is warranted, as the freakshow had promised her death and failed.  Little had she know the curse that had been given to her from Satan himself.  When all hooves return to the forest, satisfied that she had at least made contact, she turns again to face him.  Red eyes burning into the ice blue of his.  Snaking her teeth at him, she reaches for his dark pelt in hopes of ripping a chunk of flesh from his body.  She was out for blood...  

    Dynast
    Friends with the Monsters


    @[Modicum Mortem] might want to put mature tag up and this can go into their breeding post if you want.  She just playing hard to get atm XD
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    Friends With the Monsters[Morty] - by Dynast - 04-17-2018, 02:55 PM
    RE: Friends With the Monsters[Morty, Any] - by Dynast - 04-20-2018, 10:19 AM
    RE: Friends With the Monsters[Morty] - by Dynast - 04-24-2018, 09:48 AM
    RE: Friends With the Monsters[Morty] - by Dynast - 05-05-2018, 09:13 PM



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