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Jessie

Beautiful. Oh god, she knew it. Dancing around on the tips of her ebony hooves, freshly painted, the mare flicked her head about eagerly as stallions darted around her, kept at bat by gigantic fences. She teased, brushing her golden pelt across her constraints before loftily trotting back to the centre of her private meadow. The grass was emerald, and she leisurely rolled, before getting to her long, elegant stilts. The pure Arabian bent her neck, held her tail, and pedantically cantered in circles, feeling the sun burn her fiery coat.

She strolled around her personal pen for around an hour, nipping at grass, racing other mares along the left side of her paddock, and thoroughly enjoying herself. Of course, with her astonishing good looks, and pure charm, why shouldn't she be able to relax? Of course, the two-leggers came in, a ridiculous contraption on their arms. They seemed to think she would actually let them near her! She snorted, rearing on her precarious hindlegs, throwing her head back and calling a challenge. Of course, they continued to creep up on the fourteen hand high mare. One lunged towards her, and she skittered away, baring her teeth. Arching her neck, she galloped to the other side, taunting them from afar.

After about three hours, the men gave up. She had been shipped directly from Egypt, un handled, and hadn't been touched since she had been released into her grazing. Shaking her head side to side, her lips pouted out in a yawn, and she flopped to the grass again, scratching her back against the earth.

As time grew, and she became more and more dangerous, Jessie longed for something more. How the three year old longed for the great, wild, open spaces! For delightful deserts, sand sinking down silky white socks, and haven from the heat with high up trees. She began to become more and more fretful, not eating properly, and rejecting even complements the inferior Arabians piled upon her. Long nights where she dreamed of jumping the enormous fences, and being able to run till her feet met grains of gold.

Voices alerted her to the fact two-leggers where on her land. Deep brown eyes narrowed, but she kept still, wondering what they were doing. The door to her paddock was ajar, and a plan gathered in her head. Galloping over to the corner on her plain, she stood, and gave a brazen, proud neigh. Hearing her, the people ran to the corner, while Jessie sneaked on dainty hooves past them, her body tense and cautious. When she was a mere few yards away, the mare sprinted towards the opening, scrapping her red coat against the metal. Screaming, she pushed to a full out speed, feeling the delicious burn in her muscles as she got to use them for once.

On and on she galloped, occasionally slipping into a canter as the Arab fought to get as far as she could from the containing pens. Her breed was built for endurance, and she showed this as she continued to move despite the pain beginning to start in her ribs. The ground around her began to change, from ranging pastures into wild forests, lake districts and fields of brambles. After a few weeks of hard running, the mare began to slow, sensing a change. This place belonged to the non-domesticated, beasts that had never been in contact with humans. Little ears dished forwards, she continued, ignoring the ache in her petite frame.

Finally she began to catch onto the stench of horses, mostly old, but a few quite new. She sniffed, tossing her dished head into the air, and her dark eyes darting around. She hoped for company, someone to chat to or harass. Whinnying gently, she continued, hooves digging slightly into the damp earth, her nose revelling in the new scents. Finally the mare paused, under the shelter of a Sycamore, her twins perked forwards as the soft rustling of leaves against leaves, and low flying branches brushing over dirt, a few raindrops falling onto the fine mare as water dripped as wind rattled off dripping aqua from a previous rain fall. Gently pawing the ground, the feisty mare called in a sweet voice;

"Come out, come out, where ever you are!"

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/nikolai3.jpg] Ah, the night. His favorite hours. The time when he was most active. The time when he loved to stare at the sky for hours and watch the word change as time crept by. The moon a mere waxing crescent tonight, however, it was one of Nikolai's favorite moon phases, though the brute could never tell you why. His probing curiosity was simply that. Curiosity. Unable to be explained, as he himself had no idea what it was about the celestial delights that burned silver and gold light years away that interested him so deeply. They simply did. However, there was something new about this night. Something hyper lingered in the air and Nikolai couldn't stop the excitement that build inside his golden palomino splashed frame. His muscles tensed, ready to run. Ready to burst himself from his prison of energy. Nikolai was usually laid back. Calm. Nonchalant. What was so different about this night, he didn't know. He didn't know many things tonight, actually. Where would he go when he let the energy fly from him? Where would his mind soar? So many questions, all of them with no answers yet. Nikolai could feel the energy building. The faint silver beams from the celestial delights seemed to be the energy as the streams of silver ribbons danced across his palomino splashed frame and poured into his honey gold seekers, making them seem brighter than usual. When the paint looked in front of him, looked at the wide open space, untainted by anyone, he couldn't help himself. His body twitched and the brute lifted himself on his hinds, letting out a joy filled cry. It rang across the night covered lands like a song. He landed softly, and almost as soon as his tan hooves were on the ground, he was running, dashing across the open space, his muscles relaxed just enough to move freely beneath his color splashed pelt. Each movement was beauty. It was almost as if the beast were dancing on his hooves. For a paint, he was light and swift. Swifter than most paints. At the same time, he was thinner than most paints, not stocky like their close relatives, the quarter horse. He could every muscles move in perfect motion to thrust him forward. His hooves made a sweet rhythm as the pounded over the foliage. The world around him was a blue. His creamy white banner flew behind him like a flag, as the wind tugged playfully at his mane. The brute smiled broadly. It had been a while since he'd ran out of pure joy. He wasn't sure why, but he was always happy. Even when life put him down, the beast would smile. He enjoyed life, no matter what seemed to happen to him. There mere thought caused more excitement to grow and the king jumped over a small river, letting out another cry of joy. Trees blurred rapidly past, and then, a sweet sound caught his audits. He masculine skidded to a halt, his pillars gathering underneath him to stop. He then glanced around with his gold seekers, harks pricked, twitching in each direction. As the wind blew, the stag lifted his muzzle to the air. A femmora's scent came to him. She was foreign born. Curiosity struck the brute and he began to move at a steady canter towards the direction the scent came from. He came to a steep hill, and leaning back on his haunches, he half trotted down the slope before picking up at a hard gallop after a sharp right turn. The moon seemed to guide him now. He spotted the femmora yards away. She had a coat of chesnut color, and her frame was that of an arabian. Nikolai nickered a greeting and trotted to the mare dipping his dial, his honey orbs sparking with wonder at this creature.

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Jessie

The mare nibbled delicately in the low hanging branches of the tree, brushing the foliage against her frame. Her chestnut coat had a light splattering of blood on her left side, a patch of dried maroon left as proof she escaped from prison. Grinning broadly, the mare rolled her eyes to the heavens, whites showing. This could be seen as fear, but the vixen had never feared anything, apart from him... Titling her finely chiseled skull back, the Arabian snorted, tossing the thoughts of him from her mind. How dare he invade her privacy once again!

No, Jessie was not mad, just simply haunted. As a yearling in the heat of Egypt, a foul demon had sneaked up on her and taken it's hold. For months and months, the stallion, known as Jibade- related to royalty. Again the petite creature snorted and rolled her dark eyes. Related to royal her arse. But he had been absolutely gorgeous, pure black with a star on his forehead, and long white socks on his legs. He had also been a beast. Sure, he never forced himself on her, but he whispered words of love in the dark, only to disappear before she could turn around and take him up on them.

They were a match made in heaven, her true name Jendayi, but with the pathetic new humans not being able to pronounce it, they settled on Jessie. Such a shame, but somehow, it suited her. Clucking her tongue, the mare whirled around, and abruptly rubbed herself on the slightly damp ground, trying to rid herself of the red on her side. As she shook and stretched up back on her long golden legs, she turned her dished skull and tried to make her gleaming canvas presentable to visitors. She despised licking herself, but it was necessary until she found a stream.

A loud whicker in the air, and the beauty froze, one foreleg out, nostrils flared, ears pricked forwards. She could have been a painting, a bright, well groomed and beautiful golden mare under a hanging willow, looking curious but wary towards the friendly noise. She caught sight of the brute, and relaxed slightly, her muscles still taut under her thin pelt. The vixen had seen brutes that acted all sweet, but in fact were true monsters... Just like Jibade. Snarling under her breath, she tossed her skull and neatly reared up a few metres, before coming back to earth with a soft stamp. Get out of my head! She screamed in her mind, her eyes narrowing on the beautiful beast not far away.

He tilted his skull like a true gentleman, and in return Jessie bent slightly on one leg and kissed her knee, before swishing her long, evenly cut tail. He looked a creamy gold, marked with the colour of the moon. He seemed like a night creature, something that Jessie was not. The Arabian much preferred the day, when the sun could gleam on her, and pour its strength into her slight, fourteen hands high frame. "Good evening, mister." She purred, her voice high and honey-like in the still air.

The femme moved forwards delicately, with finesse, her neck arched like she was on a dressage test, and her face lovely and eager. Jessie loved a good flirt, and hoped this handsome fellow would be fair game. "Would your handsome self like to know my lowly name?" She titled her head, pouting slightly, her big eyes wide and innocent.

Notes: Sorry, rushed (:

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[Neon Fox :D]

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/nikolai3.jpg] The night was no longer exciting as it had been moments ago. Now the air around Nikolai was uneasy, especially with the mistress narrowing her orbs in his direction. Whether that look was directed at his lovely carcass or not, was far beyond the beast. He flicked his banner against his quarters, stopping a good ten to twelve feet from the femme. However, when she moved closer, Nikolai's harks flicked back, not flat against his skull, just back, as if he were listening to something behind him. This was how he displayed confusion or sadness. Clearly the masculine was a joyful as could be, but confused. No mare ever approached him like so. When the dove spoke, she practically purred to him. Nikolai's curiosity sparked for a moment, then faded to nothing. The fae was a flirt, that was easy to tell. Nikolai had no interest in the game, however, and that caused him to wonder just how long she'd be in his company. When she spoke again, Nikolai realized he had not answered her, even yet. He cleared his throat, his smooth lyrics pouring over his kissers. "Good evening, lady. I'd be glad to take up the offer of your calling." He said with a kind smile. His creme kissers seemed to never stop smiling, or they never seemed to frown rather, as Nikolai often caught himself expressionless when deep in the crevices of his mind. Nikolai glanced toward the sky. Dark clouds were beginning to cover the moon, though the silver beams tried to shine through the fluff of air. It was almost as if the clouds and the moon were battling for dominance, and in a matter of seconds, the clouds had taken over the moon, hiding every glimmering light of silver. Nikolai snorted quietly. How he hated clouds. They always seemed to hide what meant the most to him, especially when he wanted that little source of light. In an instant such as this, he did want that light. After all, he didn't really know this mare. Some vixens were are cruel as forcers. Always willing to rip one's heart out and set it ablaze with harsh actions and words. The stag certainly did not this mare. He was even more cautious of her because her scent was definitely not that of an American horse. There was something else. A hint of dry air clung to her pelt's aroma. Even the scent of heated sand clung. It made Nikolai curious. He'd only known America, and nothing but. Never had he known the way of the horses from other parts of the world. As a matter of fact, the only thing he knew about Arabians was that they originated from Arabia. Nothing else. What places made themselves at home in Arabia? Or did Arabia make itself home to a large place? Like the fifty states of the Americas were on one large continent, was Arabia like the fifty states? It was something Nikolai didn't know. He only knew his homeland. No others. Nikolai turned his attention back to the femmora. "Please, pardon my rudeness, madame. I am Nikolai." He said, closing his eyes and dipping his dial in a bow.

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Intriguing, she thought as she made herself stroll around the brute with a cocked head to the side. He was odd, both inside and out, but a beauty. She nickered softly to herself and tossed her delicate head, still taking him in. He looked very western suited- strong and muscular. Jessie was quite the opposite. Smiling softly to herself, the femme held her tail as high as possible and stroked her own coat with her muzzle.

Time seemed to pass, and the highly strung female began to get agiated. She flicked from one hoof from the next, ears beginning to drift back. After a few more boring seconds, she bucked, squealing at the loss of attention. It probably actually wasn't that long a time, but Jessie couldn't hold herself still after so many weeks of running. She was fitter than she had ever been, but Jessie had never been a couch potato, even in her glorious youth.

Days of galloping through thick sand ensured that surely. Muscles strained to lift feet hard as fellow Arabians raced for the sake of feeling the strain of muscles pulling under light coats. The heat had been wonderful- coping in the winters here was hard for the mare. She nearly abandoned her hope of staying undomesticated when she could see the strange white humans from her nightmares offering rugs.

She didn't know the racial difference between the people of Egypt, and where she was kept captive, but she just knew that the white ones had hurt her, kept her in a small paddock (actually very large) and try and catch her, while the others let her be, before being kind when they found her, only to ship her off to the strange people. Little ears lay back even further, and she snorted, thin stilts prancing backwards.

"Good evening, lady. I'd be glad to take up the offer of your calling." She pulled back, looking astonished. How dull! He was so quiet... and polite. A grim expression on her face, she looked at him with frank boredom. " Jessie mister." Her tones were flat and lacking any amusement. While she liked to play hard to get, she disliked when stallions so blatantly rejected her beautiful looks.

She was backing away slowly, sick of his lax entertainment already, when the palomino brute spoke again, dipping his dial in shame. So he should be shamed! How dare he! She thought, weeds flashing across her rump. "Please, pardon my rudeness, madame. I am Nikolai." She nodded, lifting her nose in the air and scuttling forwards to brush his nostrils with hers, before speaking in sultry tones. " Hello and goodbye Nikolai, unless you can put up some better interest for me, good sir."

[Neon Fox :D]

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/nikolai3.jpg] Immediately, Nikolai noticed two things. While he had a rather gentle nature, he hated when others completely took his kindness for granted. Any other brute would have willingly raped this temptress, and not a gave a damn if she protested. Second, Nikolai noticed that she was a bitch! She was stuck up, and obviously had to have attention. In Nikolai's eyes, she was just any other mare. Not more beautiful than all the rest. Not less beautiful than they, either. However, explaining that to her would more than likely royally piss her off. Actually, she acted as if she should be treated as royalty. She shifted restlessly from hoof to hoof, and Nikolai shifted in irritation. She spoke her name, finally, and Nikolai forced a smile. "Pleasured to meet you, Jessie." He said. It took a lot to really get under his skin, but the femmora seemed to be quite successful, and he'd only been in her delightful presence for a mere three minutes. He snorted when she spoke again, pressing her muzzle to his. Immediately, he back away and pinned his harks to his beautiful skull. "I will show no more interest in you than how I feel. I'm not most stallions, my dear. I look at no mare differently than the next I come across. A female is a female, and each has their own special beauty, though they are equally beautiful in my eyes. You seem to have a high opinion of yourself, and that, madame, will get you no where but trouble in this twisted world." He said, his voice firm, though not mean. He lifted his harks and waited, he wanted to see her response. If she walked away, he'd simply turn on a very agile heel and carry about his way. Try to regain the liveliness that his night had been before coming into contact with this mare. While she was gorgeous to the eye, he was already finding her attitude to be very ugly, which would explain why her beauty was so magnificent to the eyes. It was only now that he realized how drawn to her his eyes were. It was almost like her body were a feast of the finest sweets to his twin seekers. He could feel the honey gold orbs shining with delight at her appearance, but he soon forced himself to turn his attention elsewhere. There was no way he was giving her the attention she desired.

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Anger boiled through the femme's pelt, fire dancing in her chocolate orbs. She gritted her teeth and narrowly kept from absolutely loosing her tempter- but boy did she want a fight. She took a deep breath, through her flared nostrils, and crabstepped a little further back. Who did this brute think he was? Acting like a pompous prick with a stick stuck up his bottom. She shook her head real slowly. Was this how the wild was? She shuddered. Perhaps captivity would be much more fun.

Those stallions, and the mares, knew how to let their hair down. Knew how to have some fun. Knew how to let. It. Go. She felt like snarling, screaming to the heavens, but she didn't. Instead she waited like a pretty little ma'am, like the perfect mare that this boring brute wanted. She didn't like him, made it very clear with her posture, but decided to hold fast. Rumours spread quickly in a wee place like this.

"Pleasured to meet you, Jessie." He attempted at concealing his irritation, and her ears drifted back. "Cut the crap, you piece of shite. " She sighed impatiently, her eyes daring him to say anything back. Now he was actively pissing her off, she decided she wanted him to be the first one to leave. Backing down was not an option, and as her large eyes narrowed, she grinned maliciously at her new enemy. So there. Jessie didn't have too many people who openly disliked her- one because they were scared of showing it, and two, she was like that popular girl at school. Most might not like her at all, but they still wanted to be seen in her halo.

"I will show no more interest in you than how I feel. I'm not most stallions, my dear. I look at no mare differently than the next I come across. A female is a female, and each has their own special beauty, though they are equally beautiful in my eyes. You seem to have a high opinion of yourself, and that, madame, will get you no where but trouble in this twisted world." She laughed shrilly, but her ears were flat on her skull, menacing at she stepped closer. She nipped out, enough to warn, with her pearls before prancing back a few movements. "Thats where your wrong. You, good sir, are one of the things most woman hate. An average looker, who says, but never has, and never will, have the guts to actually do what his words say. You drift in your "twisted" little world, happy go lucky, but your pleasure will quickly fall when you realize- Its. Not. Real!"

She spat, knowing his words lies, and felt no burn from them. Despite being oh so lovely, Jessie could be as equally unfeeling. Why should it matter to her that some meagre people were trying to pull her down? Even now she could see the brutes reaction to her looks, although slight, gleaming in his pools. " Nothing you say will make you any less aware how good i look, sir. Even now, after your little lies, you take me in. Quite sad really- you look, but you will never, ever, be able to take." She laughed in a mocking, bubblegum way after speaking in such slippery, silky tones, letting the multi threaded brute know that the interest was dead.

OOC:// Haha, this is funnn!

[Neon Fox :D]

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[atrb=background,http://i1096.photobucket.com/albums/g324/blackveilbrides_fox/nikolai3.jpg] Nikolai pinned his harks. My, was she a bitch! He grunted. It was the first time he'd ever felt real irritation at another being. Usually the irritate was for himself, but not this time. This mare had really pushed his limit, but he bit his tongue. He was a gentleman, and refused to have the mare think of him as anything but. His orbs now narrowed, glaring into her eyes, the gold piercing. He no longer took any interest in her. She'd killed that with her horrid attitude. Nikolai took a step back. Strong laughed erupted from his kissers at her second comment. "No. You're right. Most female's prefer to be raped!" He said, bursting into another fit of laughter. "You clearly don't see the good in someone's kindness, so I'll bid you farewell." He snarled. His tone had never been anything by happy or monotone. For once, he actually snarled, and at a mare. It was a strange sound, but menacing. Acid seemed to drip from his tongue. He turned on his heel an began to walk away. He found no more interest in the femmora. She was nothing but trouble for him. Some may find it weak to walk away, but he was being the bigger person. Instead of being rude and ugly as she had been, he'd simply walked away from her. Left her with the shred of dignity she had left. After all, what stallion would ever walk away from a mare with such beauty as hers? Something had to be wrong with her. It just wasn't natural. Nikolai found no more pleasure in her presence, and therefore wanted to get away from it. Her last words caught him as he began to trot up the hill that he'd cantered down. Once at the top, he let another rip of laughter rip from his chest before exploding away into a powerful gallop, and excited whinny escaping him. He felt as if he'd been chained down in her presence, and the freedom felt sweet! Now, his hooves tore into the lands, allowing him to pursue his highest speed. His pillars sounded like thunder as he bolted across the open landscape. His body moved swiftly, but smoothly. His white locks trailed behind him, the wind tugging playfully at his hair. He was a sight of strength. Agility. Power. Health. He was handsome, and another happy whinny escaped him, for now, he felt the happiness of the night return to him!

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Shall we end this thread? I would post, but i feel too cuddly, sleepy and sore to muster an angry Jessie post <3