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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


    Long May She Reign -{Velk}
    #1
    Mary was a girl who knew what she wanted, she didn't sit on things and went after it. Perhaps that is how she found herself with the crown, and perhaps it will work tonight the the blue and black stag.

    She touches him, and he seems new to these things, slightly frozen. But he catches on quick and his own muzzle meets her, he traces the white patch that she wears. It was a soft and quick touch, but she desires more of it. 

    Just when she casted him to a group of new to flirting, he suprises her. He was charming and whitty, complimenting the blue she wears on her pelt, briefly mentioning Sylva's beauty, placing her above it. An ultimate compliment really, did he know just how much she admired the autumn forest?

    A grin tugs at her lips, Thank you, you certainly know how to swoon a mare. She says with a gentle laugh. He moves his maw to whisper in her ear, he asks her to bring him home and she nearly goes weak from the desire. She has had many encounters with stallions, and even bedded with some...but he was something different, she wanted more.

    Pressing her pelt into his she circles around him, she stops to return the whisper in his ear, lets go home. She feels like a young girl, a child, and she breaks into a canter letting a laughter escape her maw.

    The trip did not seem long, but when she thinks about her end game it was far too long. The pair break past the border of Sylva, the autumn forest only lit up by the moon that breaks through the tree tops.

    Mary slides to a halt as she finds herself encircled by trees of all colors. She giggles as she paces up to Velk, brushing against him again she stops when they are side by side. How is home suiting you? she asks, her gaze settled on him.

    @[Velk]




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    #2
    do you ever wonder...
    ...do you ever dream?

    If he could think about anything besides Mary, perhaps Velk would hear his mother's gentle warning ringing in his head. As it is, he could not think past her enchanting smile, stimulating touch or, her intoxicating perfume. The black-and-white returns her smirk with a warm grin as his ears catch her compliment. His sapphire gaze locks with her soft, brown eyes as she begins to encircle him. The warmth of her flesh, brushing against his, stirs an unfamiliar tingle within his body. He feels his heart flutter and, his breaths become faster as he anticipates her touch. The young male notes the confidence in her stride and, the manner in which she carries herself. She mesmerizes him with each ripple of her muscular bodice. He nearly melts as he feels her warm breath upon his cheek and, her sweet words in his ear. He leans into her so that her soft muzzle may brush against his temple.

    As she pulls away to canter towards home, Velk feels himself being pulled after her. A light laugh emits into the crisp air as he pushes off into a rhythmic three-beat cadence. He makes no effort to hold back and, before long, Velk is matching her stride. In the distance, his sapphire gaze catches the glimmer of the amber and gold canopy that marks the domain of Sylva. The black-and-white stag refocuses as a pair of trees requires his full attention in order to pass between them. His lips curve into a smug smirk at having navigated the tight space before the soft glow of the moon upon her rump draws his gaze back to her. He presses on until she slides to a stop. He does so as well and, turns to face her since he halted a stride or, two, past her.

    His ribcage quivers with both the exertion of their jaunt and, the anticipation as she approaches. Her giggle brings a gentle smile to his lips before her warm pelt meshes into his side. He stands still, basking in her close proximity, until her question pushes him into action. He had never before known desire like this. His heart feels warm and, flutters with excitement while, deep in his pelvis, Velk feels a burning tingle. She provokes a primal urge and a confidence that the male cannot ignore. His sapphire tail lifts away from his buttocks as he slides away from Mary.

    He ignores her question as he curves his body around her elegant face and brings his whiskered muzzle up to her jawline. He begins to trace her curves, exhaling warm breaths as he runs his lips over her form. He nudges a few tresses off of her withers before he follows the line of her shoulder. As he brings his muzzle along her barrel, he presses his shoulder into hers. He exhales a warm whuff into her flank before following the point of her hip down the back of her rump and hind leg. He pauses a moment, allowing his warm breath to release on the top of her tail as he ponders exploring what is beneath. Instead, he decides to curve around her body from behind and rub himself along the side he started on. Like a cat, staking claim by rubbing its scent all over, Velk hopes to stimulate her with his touch. The stallion presses his nose into the curve of Mary's cheek before he whispers, "I feel right at home, dear. Thank you for the warm welcome." He moves his lips towards hers before he swings around to face her. His sapphire gaze twinkle in the glow of the moon as he makes his way around her front again. Before he reaches out to touch her, he asks her a question. "Now, may I do a bit of exploring?"

    He chooses not to wait for an answer as, now, his groin burns with want. Slowly, he advances (tormenting himself and, hopefully, Mary as well). Velk allows his lips to follow her curves again. This time, he starts at her poll and moves down her crest to her withers. As he traces her spine, he wiggles his lips across each vertebrae. In an effort to remain respectful and, aware that Mary may object, tufted lobes flick rearward to listen though, he continues to seductively inch towards her rump.

    Velk

    @[Mary]
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    #3
    Perhaps it was because he was new and charming, perhaps it was because he was new to all of this. She couldn't pinpoint exactly why, but he was keeping her attention, having her want more.

    He pushes his pelt next to hers and she couldn't keep the smile from tugging at her lips. Her pelt changes from the blue and white to a white and gold, another gentle laugh parts her lips as she gently nuzzles his neck.

    He moves from her side, tracing her neck, moving across her body. She knows where his mind goes and she allows her mind to slip to the same thoughts. She presses her body into his maw as he trails her, he stops at her rump, the warmth of his breath brushing the tip of her tail. At this point her breathing quickens to a heavy pace, one that was visibly noticeable.

    For someone who seemed to be new to this he was good at it. He moves away, teasing her, leaving her wanting more. He moves back to her once again, this time he answers her question she nearly forgot about. He notes that he feels right at home, that he wanted to explore.

    A gentle laugh parts her lips at his words, and he moves down her body once more. He was gentle, much gentler than her other 'lovers'. He takes his time, slowly inching down her body, waiting for her permission. He didn't have to wait long though, she was ready to claim him as her own. She backs her rump into his chest, ready to release the tension she feels for him.

    @[Velk] OOC: Sorry it seemed to post before I was ready, but this is finished^^




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