Tramp

[Casica]

In the dark trenches of the night the distracted lady found herself compltely lost. The dark did not help much either. The spirals of the turns and the scampering of the foxes and rabbits under foot would confuse her even more. But she turned off her mind and kept wandering. Deep breaths filled her heart as some red liquid slowly trickled out her foreleg leaving the black coloring stained with a hint of a pink coloring. She had never been here before The smells of danger overtook her nostrials Ignis in her grew largely. After the darkness fell more and her worries increased she had reached almost a clearing. Her limb had stopped bleeding. She slowly stretched out her head looking for anything in the clearing. Sensing nothing dangerous she slowly and carefully stepped into the clearing. She stepped forward head held low and ears pinned back. Her body was tense in case of anothers attack. After all she enjoyed fighting. and was rather good. head dipped into the sweet liquid and allowed the maw to glup up untill her thirst was satisfied

OOC- im a bad rper sorry
and a bad typer
Word Count-183

[``Messiah]

Lampoons were set aflame as the incubus trudged upon the cartography, nares dilated. Blood streamed freely down the length of his diaphragm. The searing pain, which was brought by deep gashes, seduced his nerves into the fiery pits of Hell. Yet, he still forced himself onward, not a time was given to rest. Devilishly long pistons churned forward, clinging as if by strings to a rotten and soul-abandoned corpse. Alas, these were his lands. The thoughts sent his druids into a wicked euphoria, knowing he was at last back to his lair. The charred remains of frondescence fell to the ground even still as his mighty empire pushed past. A long absence of the dictator should have done his kingdom good, not destroy it. Muscles ached, pleading for a stop, but he would not give in. Bristles stood on end in the frigid weather, the tapestry flexing with every gust of wind. The gale vexed him so, prodding at the freshly sliced wounds. All he wanted to do was to meet merely once more, at the least, with his clan, and yet it seemed so impossible. Peds slowed unmercifully, toying with the concept of fate it seemed, but Validus pushed the pace forward. Haunches screamed in agony as the sand batter-rammed itself into the walls of the peeled flesh, almost the complete silvertine carpetry upon his caud whittled away. Here and there, muscles peeked through the remaining flesh, a sickening sight indeed. A contracted gullet pleaded for aqua, and parched labrums shrieked for the warmth of chromosomes. The sovereign's cruel, twisted heart paused for a split second, then resumed its fleeting murmur of a beat. Hearkens twitched upon the pharaoh's skullery as he advanced forward still, impatiently waiting for an appearance. The intricate gold insignia dug fiercely into his dust-plated culmination, like the Crown of Thorns perched atop Christ's blood-matted skull. He had done wrong, and now he was being punished for his sins. A snort atomized particles of crim through the air, the spin drifted chromosomes landing neatly upon the mossy burrow beneath his pedestals. Although now his phenotype was cured, his insides ached so, pleading once again for that lovely thing called Death, Suicide's mother. The sound patterns within his head were growing frail, weak, fatal. Night Tremors. The little demons that were so eager to rip away his memories and replace them with a lifetime of pain and misery. But then again, wasn't that what he cherished the most? Pain? It would seem so, but… Who really knew now? Ahead, he heard a rustle. Senses snapped to attention as Validus trudged to the source, surprised to see a mare stumbling upon his land. Nares inhaled her pheromones, tinged with the stench of recent sex. What was this whore doing in The Wishing Well? Visionaries set upon her gammes, he spotted a wound. A snarl ripped from his innards, though he contained his will for blood. He approached boldly, eyes softening in an attempt to communicate with the hussy.

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[Casica]

Mare stumbeled a bit unsteady as she heard the rustling of another comming closer and closer. Her adrenal gland started kicking in but instead of flight she was prepared to fight. She didnt turn until she heard the deep voice of a stallion behind her. she snapped backwards quickly but was almost disgusted by the sight of the skin flanks hanging off his side and the muscles exposing themselves beneath. I am so.... sorry for invading here. It was easy to get lost. Crap she thought to herself as she swished her tail. Her season was coming and she knew the stallion would pick up on it. She took a step backwards. Lady knew their was no way to escape the stallion but maybe out smart him? She looked down at her legs before looking to the scary eyes in the brutes skull. A wolf and I had a disagreement I dont think I lost. she shuddered. May i ask what happened to you
Status- Complete
Words-166

[``Messiah]

Ah, I see. Eyebrows cocked questioningly, he grinned. And who is your stallion? Nares bloated once more as he inhaled her scent, the scent of one pregnant. Hearing her question, Validus glanced at his sides, which seemed to be missing patches of flesh here and there. The pink flesh poked out rudely, glinting in the intrusive light. Ah, well, I don’t exactly…know. Gammes halted as the god finished his inspection. The mare was fit enough, yes of course, but it seemed she belonged to another…for now. Leatherstrap crackled against his side, sending volts of pain into his nerves. Browline rose, quirked in an odd fashion as his gaze slid downwards towards the mare. Her brawny corpse verified his thoughts, as she would be a good allie. But yet there past had yet to slide from his mind, the bitterness intoxicating and poisonous. Tenors escaladed to full brimmed potential once more, this time direct. What is your name? Salmon tongue lolled against his pearly whites, blood seeping onto his taste buds joyously. Rising to his full height, the pharaoh glared down at the matron. His crest was risen inches above the mare‘s, vampiric cleavers bore. Acidic venom dripped from the fangs, curdling away from the orifices that lay within the cusps like prisoners inching from their iron box. The baron had spoken in low tones, but she had not yet replied. Pate swung to his right as he surveyed the area. Withers shuddered slightly from the sudden warmth as the sun proceeded to the highest of the celestial, he was unaccustomed to this condition. Rotational spheres remained locked on the banch though his corpse absentmindedly moved closer. His stygian snout faded into alabaster fulcrums which played absent mindedly with the overgrown tendrils which lapped and teased his façade. Motionless, the vagabound averted his gaze downwards from the hill towards her again.

[Casica]

The lady listened to the brutes words she didnt quite believe the fact the he didnt not know what had happened to him. In a low and loud tone she tried to make herself sound big Never before nor do I now have a stallion. My name is trampeled but people call me tramp. head bobbed down low staring at the brute She seemed to know he was inspecting her. She hoped he found some satisfaction in her. She felt the warm sun engulf her and she seamed to achieve power with the sun. unfolding pon her. Her legs cut soon became a dark magenta instead of a bright red.tail swished as estrus released into the air. She shuddered every time it hit her nostrials she took a step back trying to hide it. By the look of the stallion he got what he wanted....when he wanted. She looked at him carefully watching for a reaction and still prepared to fight.

[``Messiah]

Ribcage convulsed with laughter as the vagabond inhaled her response through folded audits. How daft, how childish. Validus stepped forward slightly, mug retreated, pulling itself to hook behind pearly hypodermic needles. Another rumble lay dormant but ready within his chest as she spoke yet again. He straightened up, nape vertical as he stared down at the hag. Oh, don’t tell me you’re stallion less Smug vocals oozed disgust. Ebon-charged flints pawed at the feculence, sending quagmire flying. Two could play that game. Lady Lunar peeked through the leaves, allowing herself to wink in and out behind the clouds as the celestial became pregnant with night. He commenced his pacing once again, surveying the mare’s muscle-clad bodice with little interest. I assume, of course, that you would deny my offer of a place to stay? Browline cocked quizzically, nares producing fog as Validus breathed steadily. Tapestry flexed across his bones, skeleton aching slightly. The Kaiser needed not a mere whore to banter about his feet, he needed a respectful queen. Spiracles engulfed the bitter carbon, noting the frequency of movement upon his taste buds. Periosteum flexed slightly as he sidestepped nearer to Tramp, pulling himself tighter to her framage out of sheer boredom. Labrums played with her bittersweet tassels, extracting the crim from every strand. Already growing tired of this preening, he wandered slightly to the elms, the frond crumbling upon his withers as it leant inward to his touch. He knew she would not leave this little meeting, although she obviously willed her lyrics to state otherwise. Now now, I must be fair. You gave me your name, and so I must give you mine. I’m Validus, creation of Afriel. Plumage whisked over his quarters, forcing them to retreat as they grew tense. Forelock ran the course of his cerebellum, finally dripping off the end of his puss dramatically. The longer he waited, the more impatient he grew. Audios flicked upwards suddenly as the titan picked up cracklings and such from the decaying foliage, labrales firmly pursed. Lampistra narrowed, gloating expression studying the forestry.

Liquid pools of white void danced lazily upward, focused inattentively on the mangled canopy overhead. A vast golden orb peeked through those where the density was lessened. Puss was lowered, lipping at the ragged threads that cursed his well-sculpted chest. Platinum tendrils laced with grit and grime clung helplessly to his hyde, his silky movements coming to an end before the hussy. Eager to begin gathering an army and perhaps a matron or two, Wish was bored with the terra. Transparent lids enveloped his dense sockets as he blinked away a Vampiric insect, its miniscule bodice coming in close contact to the hood. Above, demented avi sung their sorrowful melodies as small mammals listened, pocketed in the folds of the frondescence. Nasal caverns flared slightly in attempt to gather his surroundings. Sweat gathered upon his flesh, although the seasons remained locked in a perpetual winter, his pores opening up to allow heat to flow outward, cooling the hunter immediately.

[Casica]

Lady did nothing as the brute started comeing towards her. She did grow a bit fearful as he closed in so tight to her but not a word or a whisper was emmited. Why do ou not believe that fact that never before have I been soiled by a stallion. Do you believe and Ignis would do that to herself she actually enjoyed the brute chewing pon her hair but as ignis do she hid her emotion. What makes you think I would deny a stay her leg throbbed as she looked at the brute. I am lost I am tired and I am bleeding...... I dont believe I have a choice but to beg you for a nights stay. If you accept. She grew bored and stamped a bit but it hurt so she stopped. Eyelids flickered trying to keep themself from falling.

Status- Finished