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    COTY

    Assailant -- Year 226

    QOTY

    "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


    Hot and Dangerous; Kirin
    #1
    go insane, go insane. throw some glitter make it rain
    She was a young little thing driven by a naive nature. She had no need to be near Kirin, as the other mares would allow themselves to be his pets. Like whores, they would call for their lover as if pleading him to fill each of their soiled bodies with child. Thankfully she had avoided him for every breeding season that had come to Beqanna, hiding away and avoiding the brute in plain sight.

    The scenery is pitch black, yet the glow of the moonlight illumines the embodiment of the shoreline. She is hesitant to saunter into the open, yet tentative steps guide her towards the silvered waters. Moonlight delicately places a silver sheen upon her ebony coat, Her velvet muzzle reaches downwards towards the waters. Fully aware that the clear liquid is undrinkable, she allows her body to fall apart lowering herself closer to the sands until her barrel feels the texture of sandpaper.

    Lying upon the ground, she allowed the waves to rush over her body. The surprisingly warm water, cleansed her body of little to nothing. Drenched in the warm waters, the girl rose from where she lay, sand stuck to her side yet after a good shake it will all be gone. As sand flew from her finely figured body, and her coat now faintly damp in almost a warm manner. She decided it was best to head back into the shelter of the foliage. Unfortunately for her, he seemed to have already arrived.

    "Hello Kirin, pleasant seeing you here?" Her words flew out of her lips, it was almost too easy. She continued walking towards him, sauntering in pleasant manner quite close to him. Trying to pass by, bit yet she was halted by his charm.
    Midnite

    @[Kirin]
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    #2
    keep you like an oath
    may nothing but death do us part
    Summer encased the beaches in heat, in thick, muggy, salt air and the Cove was thankful for it. Warmth pressed over the cliffs, creating the sense of comfort and closeness and even the tough sea-side grasses perked at the humidity. This sticky heat was a reprieve from the bitter winds and thrashing waves that would come in the months to follow and Kirin would not be one to complain. In fact the lavender stallion enjoyed this suffocating season, the way he enjoyed most things, mostly he enjoyed life and living it.

    When the moon hit the shores at night, the world was set aglow in silver luminescence. This dazzling play of light could make even the most sinister things beautiful and that was one of the Cove’s many treacheries. That particular pleasantry is what made the beaches a prime campsite for his world, his wishes and whims and the way they did things here. Often they came to him, dancing in the magical display of moonbeams and lured by some unknown cynical force. Even when they don’t flock like a gather of gulls to his side he finds them, it was really no task at all.

    To tell truths most of the mares that came or were brought to him were of little consequence when it came right down to it. Bodies to fill spaces in the empty, craggy caves. Belly’s to fill full of his seed, to spread the lines of Khaos and in that right surely Kirin had done his Father proud. Few were actually dear enough to keep, to worry over and those few collected most of his time, even if they did not know it.

    He finds her tonight on the beaches, soaking in the warm, briney sea and shaking grains of sand from her pelt when she rises. It is not often that he and Midnite pass ways, mostly because she was simply a trinket from the Gates, one of many and little more. The untraited sometimes had their uses, at least he would give them the chance to have use. Every so often lines passed down family heirlooms and he was eager to have them in any manner of obtainment, even if that meant mounting a hundred ungifted women in the process. So far he had learned that his own family lines boasted the best, that the blood of Khaos ran thicker than oil and clung even stronger to unique capabilities. As it were this particular practice was frowned upon by most but they could not begrudge him his results now could they?

    Little did he care if they did or did not, Kirin only desired his own happiness when it came down to these sort of things. He lands softly on the sand, the terrain giving under his light touch so when she turns she will not be aware he is here until it is too late. The surprise lifts a smile to his lips, her sway is usual but welcome and he straightens as she works her way to him. “Pleasure it is Midnite, if I do say so myself. Having a moonlight bath without me? You really shouldn’t have,” But she should, but she did and everyone knew how Kirin felt about cleanliness.
    Kirin
    son of khaos


    Since it was so warm im going with its late summer or so xD don't worry about fast replies
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    #3
    go insane, go insane. throw some glitter make it rain
    Her muscles become tense for a moment, silver glossed frame becomes rigid in a manner of both tension and almost aggression. She had the right to have her gaurd up, hence his reputation never faulters. But she knew an act of aggression towards him would come with a severe punishment, or that of rough and merciless sex. In a manner of which pains will continue throughout all her days. So in mere need to spare her own body from the likes of him, she lowered her guard. Dark chocolate eyes remained on him, watching every body movement to the swish of a tail.

    Her lobes are perked in a manor of alertness as she listens to his words, his vocals are tempting, almost as if a little voice in her head was hailing the word, sex. Eventually that voice become over powering as a will, that she could break in an instant.

    Her finely figured body shifted beside him, to the point where barrels were barely touching. She caressed at his mane, a thing she had never guessed herself ever doing in a life time. As for the moonlight bath, it was nothing other than a rinse but the sweet sound of a bath was extremely enticing. A roguish in grin spread across her velvet muzzle and in a sweet tone she spoke,"Care to join me?" She hinted. Her vocals were like whiskey sweet and rough yet ever so tempting.

    Stepping away from the purple man, she gracefully guided herself to where the sea water licked the sand. She continued forwards like a fish to water she glided deeper to a point where the warm waters lapped at her damp ebony coat. The turquoise glow of the waters reflected onto her inky black coat. 

    She allowed herself to relax, alright are we're doing this. The thought was set on her mind as she awaited Kirin to join her.
    Midnite

    @[Kirin]
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