Thrill of Chance [ O P E N ;; Bellatrixx ]

[Neon Fox :D]

Her bodice moved with the ease of a ballet dancer. Her deep blue orbs searching for any form of life. The area around her was empty. She tossed her crania and snorted, before nickering softly. This mistress was out to have a little fun. Oh yes. She knew that she had wandered into parts of the land where fore-breeding was allowed by the equines, but, that was the thrill of chance. A stallion? Force-breeding her pure bodice? She couldn't help but smirk devilishly at the thought.

No stag had ever tainted her. She'd either killed or severely injured them. She'd only carry the foal of a stag of her breed. Only carry the foal of a stag who gave a damn about her. That was simply how it was. In her mind, if you didn't care about the mare, you didn't care if she and the foal were left to perish. A first foal would leave her vulnerable to new attacks, and to questions that could not be answered by she. Only by someone else who'd had a foal before.

Another nicker escaped her, but soon became a loud neigh as it echoed throughout the night. Her deep blue pools searched, but there was nothing in sight. There was no one here. She was alone. She snorted in disappointment, pinning her audits to her dial in frustration. Her pillars carried her at a stiff trot. Hmm... Yes. Her muscles were tight. Ready for anything to be thrown at her. She didn't know these lands, and therefore knew to be expectant. Many a time, her guard had fallen, and in turn, she'd almost lost her precious life. Now, she was careful to be alert.

Her thorns, now lifted, most restlessly in every direction, searching for a new sound. Something to cure her boredom. Something to avoid. Anything. Her nostrils flared, but there was no scent except her own heat. She shook her crown harshly. This was her second or third season coming, and it was usually when stallions thought her an easy target. She was smaller than most vanners. only 16.2 hands high. She had an innocent expression. However, her well built body made them sometimes wonder about her. When she spoke, her voice rang with curiosity, and experience. Leadership.

The vixen came to a sudden halt as the foliage beneath her stopped. She looked out over the ocean. Tonight, the moon was full. It's silver ribbons danced on the water's waves, shimmering in all the glory of the celestial delights above. The mistress looked up at the sky. Several stars dotted the midnight sky, shimmering, silver fires that burned light years away. Her pools seemed to dance in the radiant silver light. However, when she glanced down, the world seemed darker. She listened carefully. Someone was approaching.

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[bg=lightyellow][atrb=border,0,table][atrb=width,400,table] Black Snow His remaining pin alert and on edge, the handsome Appaloosa Thoroughbred cross trotted about, nose in the air and deep amber eyes half closed as he meandered around his new terrain. Not many things were able to irritate the beast on a day so fine. Perhaps one thing that would, as rejection. A dark gleam twinkled in his eyes, and he picked up speed, lengthening into a proud gallop. Suddenly, he paused. His teeth ground together harshly, dark eyes darting everywhere. With a soft shudder, he scrapped his body across the rock, tearing deliciously at his skin. Blood stained around his ribs, but the feeling was some what unsatisfactory- Self-harm was for creeps. Still, he swung his neck to lip at the red pooling on his ebony coat, drinking in the familiar metallic taste, all the while his tail cutting at his rump viciously and twins narrowed against his skull. Victory was his! The brute felt like singing, a delighted smile plastered across his handsome face. He padded away from the cave mouth, rubbing his face against the moss that grew upon it, and bending down to nibble at the scarce, tough grass that sprouted out of the dry earth. He chewed at his lip, sharp canines ripping delightedly at the flesh, and he moved into a jolting trot. Hooves fell and rose, the whole process effectively numbing his tender mind. Today was one of his more irrational, crazy and sensitive days, where he was he was happy, but slightly mad. After all, with his kind of history, who wouldn't be nuts? He smiled at the thought of all the poor souls who's lives he had made just that much more hard. Whether through rape, tormenting or just plain misery-causing, he had truly made many as sore as he was, though perhaps not quite as odd. Shaking his onyx head gently, the sixteen-one hands brute moved lithely forwards, Appaloosa Thoroughbred body toned and strong. For once more in the day he wondered how poor Rekon was going. She had given birth to his twins, much to her unwillingness to do anything with him, and had been forced to accompany him back to his lands where he was held a slave after a disappointing battle. Snorting, and with that trail of thought he wistfully gave a soft whinny, as if the form of his only daughter, or rather the only one he acknowledged as his, would appear before him like the loyal creature she was. She was perhaps the one creature he loved in the world. She was oddly like him, only a far more dark breed of monster, with her black coat and ivory splash of spots on her rump. And how gorgeous she was, or had been! Three quarters thoroughbred, she was more refined and sleek than him, more fitting to a filly. But none could boss her around, rather than be forced into anything, she would have ripped out the forcer and her own throat first. Once again he neighed, louder this time and a deeply affectionate gaze in his eyes. Yes, he did love her, and she returned his emotion, although in a some what different form. She trusted him, and only lightly nipped him, which was pretty much as sweet as young Ophelia would get. Tossing his head, he cantered head along in the wind, unwilling to let his feelings get the better of him. No, what he needed was a pretty mare, just to add to his victory dance, more revenge for the bitch of a mare who broke his diamond heart. Her harshness had confused and tortured him. He was deviously handsome, he knew that, but rather than give into his charms and obvious intentions, she spitefully played in front of his very eyes with other stags. Fuck her. He murmured, before giggling as he realized he already had. And killed her, slit her beautiful throat and let the red drip down her neck. Soon he was panting, his beautiful eyes flickering through the meadow that seemed very interesting. He sniffed the air,and quickly realized he was in luck in his search of a mare. He laughed, his chest heaving, and rolled his eyes. How repetitive, simple, and necessary it seemed to find oneself a compatible companion, even for an hour. The brute smiled softly to himself and he delved further and further into the large paddock, realizing what i reminded him of. One upon a time, he had met some horses who were in the captivities of human. They lived in huge paddocks such as this, and were groomed. Whats more was they allowed the carnivores to ride upon their backs, something that deeply ashamed him. His coat ebony in the sunlight, and occasionally he would nick his sore side with his maw, the one that was gashed, and he would grin with pleasure. Soon, however, the novelty of being alone, in such a seemingly barren environment, wore off and his harks creased themselves onto his neck, teeth bared and weeds lashing out at his white patterned rump. Where was the creator of the scent that was paining his muzzle? As if to answer his silent question out of the blue angry noises tickled his remaining ear. They gradually became louder as he continued, not consistent, the occasional whinny. His grin became soft and rather easy on the eyes as he stalked his prey. Slowly, his gaze began to close in on a vixens figure, and gently he whinnied when he was within clear vision. The mare, he noticed, was a black and white mare, with a strong build that he immediately took a liking to. Thick and stocky, perhaps with the mare being slightly taller then him, and a lovely dished snout with feathering on her legs and a long tail and mane. He neighed again, flicking his head and striding nimbly towards the femme at a pedantic canter. When he had met her, he briefly touched her muzzle, or at least tried to. He circled her , kept out of kicking distance, occasionally aiming to touch his lips against the two-toned skin of her coat. Slowly, he came to a stop till he was directly in front of the mare, and opened his kissers, winking as he spoke in his usual sexy, growling tones. "Hello my delicious mare! I am Black Snow, and you darling, shall be mine if you so kindly agree. I would like to know the name of my love, Madame. " He dipped his head, put a hoof forwards, and bent his neck into a gracious bow before stretching back up to his full sixteen hands of height, cocking his skull to the side and holding his tail high. If she refused, bad things might just happen. Muse: Reasonable, just a bit used up. Notes: Hmm. Recycled material. Next post will be done proper, promise xD Word Count: 1146

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[Neon Fox :D]

Pools narrowed, harks pinned. The vixen tensed, ready. The stag approached, and he seemed confident. Immediately, Bellatrixx took a disliking to him. He tried to press his muzzle to hers, and with a sharp squeal, the mistress tossed her dial into the air, lifting her entire forebody from the ground in a slight rear. She landed with a soft thud, snorting and tossing her crown. Her deep blue eyes now burned with anger.

She felt him move around her, trying to press his kissers to her lovely carcass. Each time, she moved easily away from his touch. Only once did he manage to touch her bodice, and it was this that caused her to throw her head in rage. When he came to face her, he spoke. His first words made her want to rip his head off and then lick the blood from his neck. Such a cocky bastard.

"When you learn to speak like a stallion instead of a colt, perhaps you will have the glory of learning my name, sir. Until then, I'll be another mare that you intend to add to your harem. To bad your intentions have fallen." She snarled and pushed past him brutally, sending herself into a soft canter away from the stupidity that had confronted her. Respect was the key to the mare. If you didn't give it, you got nothing. Especially from this temptress.

If he felt that a bow was respect, then the male was poorly taught. Another glance towards the heavens reveled to the femmora, dancing delights of silver. The femme looked back at her path, her audits flickering back for a moment. The feathering on her massive hooves tickled her pillars as she stretched into a gallop, her chest heaving in the brilliance she displayed at such a racing speed.

Bellatrixx never ran from a problem. It wasn't that she was running from the brute. It was simply that she hoped he'd take the hint that she was going no where with him. Not until he learned his place, and he'd better do so quickly. After all, she would put up with no one's shit if she were to settle with a stag. However, this were no stag she'd encountered, but a yearling, just now learning what it was like to breed with mares. Learning was it was like to be tortured by the scent of season. Such a pathetic thing to be placed on the planet.