My Whole World, Shattered [OPEN]

[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] The lazy gait of the black monster was heavy, not with tire, no with confidence. As if he, was of course, the best of the best. As if he had indeed conquered everything, therefore there wasn't any possible thing he should worry about. His ears were steady and forward, invisible eyebrows heightened as if in constant judgement of his surroundings. His moments, though thick, were smooth as milk. The stallion's muscles were bulged and rounded, his perfectly black hide was shining in extreme contrast to the strange giraffe-like pattern splayed over his smooth back. His fetlocks dug into the small patches of snow still lingering through the Spring. His head was high, giving him a royal air. A black long tail flowed behind him, it was a little odd to see such a long tail on a thick frame. Though he was oddly slim for his size. Slim, lean, and huge. That was the first three words others might call him at first glance. Though appearing as confident, the mighty stallion hadn't a clue where he was. For the black horse had fled long ago, others called him irregularly powerful. Little did he know at the time, that he was indeed gifted, like the horses here. Though he didn't know at the moment that others were also cursed and blessed with strange powers just as he was. The brute gave a large snort and continued his trot. He wasn't particularly slow or fast, he was simply trotting about, flaunting around for the invisible mares. He smelt the females in heat, the sun was out and full, he couldn't help but feel the urges to re-produce. He had force-bred before and he would do it again if he felt the need. Though he wasn't particularly thinking about that. If a mare came by for happenstance, he would walk to talk, not scare her to death. Though if she were indeed interesting in anyway to reproduce, he'd be more than happy to oblige He knelt his head down and arched his neck beautifully, pulling his chest muscles tight and showing off. For who? Well whoever would come. If it was a stallion he'd be sure to flaunt just as much. He wanted to make sure he was feared, or respected. No funny business. He was also thinking about how he should be acting. It wasn't that he was a gentleman, it was that he was a wonderful actor. Switching styles and personalities completely in a matter of seconds. Though no one could have guessed, he was also quite depressed. The poor creature had once been a heir to a mighty herd. Yes, cheesy sounding right? Well it wasn't quite as simple as that, no, his whole home was burned along with the entire herd, not to mention his dam died due to a huge plague that spread throughout the entire population. Yes whole family, dead like that. Him, the only known survivor. He had been known as the greatest warrior, strongest, the prince of war, and so many others. But now he was here. Flaunting around and bellowing occasionally. Like a herd stallion. His amber eyes shone dangerously under a skimpy veil of black forelock. He was desperate, desperate to get started. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/extensive white lacing over back and sides, white dots framing his amber eyes ll 18'2hh || Strength Gift || Thoroughbred x Warlander x Shire || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[ForeverPain]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/jfcmk5.jpg] [scrolly:h(141),w(550),sy,c()] The rough scrapping of her flints across the black rocks was a most annoying sound to her auds. She snorted in annoyance and whipped her banner about to show it. Hey if someone was around they could damn well see it! She was the king's daughter. The daughter of the massive black brute and of the trouble causing paintaloosa mare. She certainly felt no shame in it although she had wished she had been born a full princess. It would have doubled her power over the members of her alliance. She was not going to ever allow anyone to push her around of course but that didn't mean that she wouldn't push anyone around like she was a full princess. Often she tormented her father's warriors and even his slaves when ever she got the chance. She was no more then a a temptress like her mother Hurricane. The femme laughed quietly to herself seeing a handsome black stallion prancing and bellowing around an open area of the peaks. Although he was handsome she wasn't planning on letting the large brute breed her. She never did for that matter; and if she did she sure as hell wasn't allowing the creature to be born. There were plants to make sure that the terrible being did not continue to grow within her womb. If there was not she would have probably ended up with more foals then she could count. Now hwo wanted that? She sure as hell didn't want that! The fox began to step from the shadows with a charming grin on her kissers. ”Well hello there! My my what a handsome beast you are! I've yet to really see you around! I'm Nexus; the oldest caughter of HellBorn, king of the north” she said sliding up next to him allowing her body to rub against his. She let the smirk stay on her lips Her head tilted to the side as she looked up at him with sly green optics. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Nexus ll percheron x shire x lipizzan x arabian x paintaloosa x warmblood ll four years old ll 17.1 hh ll telepath ll green eyes ll Born here, YEAR 1, SPRING Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] The sound of hooves scraping over the stones alerted him of another being approaching. He gave a wild toss of his head before stopping, and gazing at her almost lazily. Though, his muscles were still tense and ready to spring again. She was smiling at him. Just that simple thing drew a flat expression on his face. Everyone seemed to smile and act happy, or falsely so. She seemed to be going to mischievous. It was his sense of rebellion that switched personalities in him usually. Just to be the opposite. The black stallion stood for no one, he cared for no one. Though his remarkable intelligence told him not to. Trust was a thing of the past for him now. So she was a princess. A quizzical look spread over his features. Trying to decide how he should react to this, royal. In one moment he was despised by her, yet he was drawn. Power was something the steed needed, it was something he dwelled on. Yet it had betrayed him before, who's to say it wouldn't again? Even if she did turn out to get lucky, he would still always be a step shorter than king. He was about to speak when his mind whirled again. Yes, what was he to do? The black stallion took another look at her, regarding her compliment only half-heartedly with a flick of his tail and a mumbled, ”and what a beautiful missy you are.” She actually was, now that he looked at her. She was little strange in her green eyes, but pretty non-the-less. He was the one with amber eyes, what was it that he found strange about her's? He gave a short little snort and flicked his tail wildly over his back. Trying to gain her attention again with his intricate lacing. ”Princess, eh? Proud and mighty to be one I'll bet.” His voice had a sharp edge to it, but for the most part however, it was light. ”Have yet to see anyone around actually. As you may have guessed the obvious, I've only just arrived here.” Her hide brushed against his and she peered up at him with those amazing eerie eyes. Personal bubble much? the voice inside him remarked slyly. ”Shatter, by the way.” He added, looking down at her. She was rather tall, so he needed crane his neck down. That didn't mean it wasn't hard for him to look at her, so close. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/extensive white lacing over back and sides, white dots framing his amber eyes ll 18'2hh || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[ForeverPain]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/jfcmk5.jpg] [scrolly:h(141),w(550),sy,c()] The brazen temptress could see the brute was lazily looking at her which did not make her amused though she did not let it show upon her features. He seemed like he was so tight he would just snap; oh was she tempted to poke at him and prod his last very good nerve! She was certainly a liar; no one in the north was kind. Well if they were it was sure they wouldn’t last long. This environment had no acceptance for those of the weak beings that believed in kindness. No no; she was not one of them for certain. Her mask she wore was not more than that of an actress. A beautiful actress whom was wanting to have something she couldn’t have. She was a spoiled child just wanting more; wanting as much as her nasty little claws could get on. She flicked her tail at her sides allowing the harsh tendrils to whip at her flesh. It was nice out today; rather warm she thought for this area that they were in. She felt it was almost a little to warm for her liking. She had no doubt her father wasn’t fairing well in the heat that was coming upon them. Perhaps she should pat him a little visit. Decide to whittle away at his frayed nerves. All he had left was that other daughter and son of his by that foolish light female. She had known he was hurting but that did not mean she would take pity. She was toil away at him and try to take the crown if she could. When she was complimented, no matter how half hearted it was, she couldn’t help but bathe in it. All she wanted was to be complimented and treated like she was something else and she was happy. Of course she was happy when pretty words were thrown her way for sure. She could notice him staring at her intense green eyes that she had gotten from her mother though she didn’t comment. Why should she? It wasn’t totally right was it? She assumed he would get mad if she did. She looked up as he began to show off the handsome white lacing on his back. It did make her think of her own strange markings that everyone was rather fond of. She certainly found his very attractive. ”Mmm yes darling? Why would I not be? My sire is considered the greatest northern ever to be born; My grandfather the start of our alliance.” she told him in a boastful tone. ”Shatter? Seems fitting.” she told him whipping her whipcord around to touch his lacing that to her looked like shattered glass pieces. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Nexus ll percheron x shire x lipizzan x arabian x paintaloosa x warmblood ll four years old ll 17.1 hh ll telepath ll green eyes ll Born here, YEAR 1, SPRING Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] The lady seemed confident. A little too much so. Though she was a princess. A pretty interesting one at that. She bragged a bit on her sire. Though why would he care what he ruled? Deciding on voicing his opinion, the black stallion spoke. ”You think, 'the North' is important to me? Though I do sign my alliances to your folk, doesn't mean I worship them, or care for them. Nor do I even begin to respect their snooty ranking.” He said, as if reciting it, as if it was a common thing said every day. He wasn't trying to sound higher or better, nor was he particularly trying to hide an emotion or not give her anything to feed off of. He was simply tired of kings and queens. If he couldn't be one, he couldn't have anything. Simple as that. All or none. End of story. His patience was low on the matter. He wouldn't be particularly ecstatic on the idea of even becoming a heir. No, he had to work for it. Not because of good conscience, or moral, but because if he was simply promised a high title, there was no garentee. Now if he were the one forcing his way through, that was another matter entirely. If he failed, it would be his fault. If he succeeded, then there would be no problems, he would have done it himself. Yes, it was a bit more complicated than just there mere aspect of power and rank. He needed the world. Yes, he needed everything. If he were a normal simple-minded power-hungry manic, he would have flirted with a princess til' no end. Trying to become a future king, hoping to win a royal heart. He? Nah, he didn't know who she was. He didn't even know if she was promised to be queen. However, that didn't mean he could flirt with her anyways. He really was a player at heart. Roaming around, cracking new hearts. Not that he truly cared either way. She seemed pleased by his name, even going as far as to flick her long tail over's rump and back. Where his lacing was, presumably. A faint shiver ran down his dark spine. Not the kind a foolish lover would get, no, a much stranger weirder, twisted tinge. She wasn't what she appeared to be. ”You're not a heir are you?” He said slyly, now a non-heiress he could use. She had some reason, some drive in her soul. Especially if he'd guessed her right. Quickly and smoothly he slapped her back with his fine black tail, noticing the interesting patterns on her own hide. Then slid his front foot down her's and looked into her eyes. He was ready to get seductive and fight for the wrong side. Maybe she could tell what he was thinking. No, not a foal if that's what you think, reader. Something... A bit more interesting than widening his heritage. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing over back and sides, white dots framing his amber eyes ll 18'2hh || Power gift || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[ForeverPain]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/jfcmk5.jpg] [scrolly:h(141),w(550),sy,c()] Why not brag a bit? She felt nothing wrong. She knew it really pushed most northern’s buttons half the time; though honestly she didn’t know whether or not if it was because of her lineage itself or just her being boastful. ”Well it should be dammit! You live here! In my father’s land!” she told him with sharp annoyance in her tone; whipcord flashing up against her flanks harshly. Snooty ranking? It was traditional! Their ranking was not snooty! If anything it was something to be admired! How dare he be so…so…so presumptuous! If that was even the right word that she was thinking of! A loud huff passed her kissers as annoyance shivered throughout her bodice. Of course why would she try and defend an alliance that thought of her as nothing more than a daughter of the famous king; a side note. She was not supposed to be heir to the throne thanks to being a female and of course she was not the daughter of a queen. She was the daughter of a northern whore mare whom was always pregnant or found with some stallion hanging everything out. Whatever! Hurricane was just going to be how ever she damn well felt like it whenever she felt like it; there was little her daughter could do to change her. Not to mention the fact that she did now even talk to the awful mare anymore. She just kept away from her constantly as not to send her father over the edge. He wasn’t so fond of her at the moment for breeding with her step brother but oh well. He would get over it eventually she supposed. She grinned with a small hint of pleasure as the brute shivered from the sting of her long tendrils. She liked the strange sensation that was running down his spine. It excited her more then he could even imagine. A sort of dark and sort of alluring spark that was drawing her to him. ”Mmm, no, but if I am the only one left they will not have a choice but to crown me. And if something should mysteriously happen to my father it is certain that it will fall to me…” she told him a tinge of annoyance in her tone as she rolled her eyes. Dammit she certainly didn’t want to be some kings daughter whom had nothing but that title. She wanted to be the dictator of the north. But of course her people wouldn’t be accepting of her unless she had a brute by her side. Not that she needed one. She glanced at him from the corner of her eye as his black strands whipped across her odd coat. What was he looking at her for? At first it took her a moment to realize what he was staring at her for. The soft touch of his leg rubbing against her’s made her raise an eyebrow. Oh so he was thinking what she was thinking about this whole thing? Good; at least someone was on the same page as she was. She was at least hoping that it wasn’t in his head she wanted to be bred. If she wanted that she would have already been shoving her rounded rump under his chin. No…that wouldn’t happen yet…that could happen at a later date… ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Nexus ll percheron x shire x lipizzan x arabian x paintaloosa x warmblood ll four years old ll 17.1 hh ll telepath ll green eyes ll Born here, YEAR 1, SPRING Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] For a while there he had concluded that perhaps they're relationship would be in the category of, 'enemies.' Now, he wasn't half as sure. The gal didn't seem to be putting two and two together, not completely understanding what he was saying. He wasn't going to expect her to. Not everyone's mind was as quick. The green-eyed lady seemed infuriated at him. Eh, he suspected that she may. When the stud had been a prince he wouldn't have stood for those kind of words. Now, he would have agreed. Even if he were the heir, he would have laughed at his family. Right in the face. Promise was never enough. Promises, believe it or not, could indeed, be easily broken. If even by accident. Invisible bonds aren't invisible. Surprisingly, she wasn't mad as he whipped her and slid his leg against her's asking about heritage and the throne. She looked, almost, happy? Excited? Something of the kind. Happiness, yes, it was an emotion he yearned to have. It wasn't that he was physically incapable. No, it was that he simply hadn't felt it in a long long while. Lust was the closest he'd gotten. Perhaps the two had gotten confused with each other? She explained the common known facts, things that he'd already understood. I mean, what else was she supposed to say? Nontheless, it was alarming that she didn't catch on immediately. Though when she did, he could see it click and a certain dark spark lit in her eyes. She must have understood. ”Teach me.” he said suddenly ”Teach me about your father, your family. What you will do to win it all.” a dangerous look was snapping over his face. Insane looking, frantic, searching. Just as quickly as it had come, it went. Realizing that maybe now wasn't the best time to show off his true, inner self. Instead, he looked off into the distance, his voice even and sly and his amber eyes clouded ”If a foal is what you are thinking, I would say no. Despite my stallion urges, that I'm sure you want to hear so much about. You'll need to be fit. A child would slow us down.” He turned his head to look at her again ”I doubt you need any talking out of breeding” then added with a sarcastic chuckle, ”Although my handsome looks can be quite hard to resist.” Then winked at her almost playfully, hoping she hadn't seen his terrifying true self in his eyes. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing over back and sides, white dots framing his amber eyes ll 18'2hh || Power gift || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[ForeverPain]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/jfcmk5.jpg] [scrolly:h(141),w(550),sy,c()] She didn’t doubt that most knew the common facts of the royalty of the north; it was close to the normal of everyone else apart from the female part. She had heard in some places the first born, no matter what gender, was the next heir. Of course to her it was a foolish rule to not allow her to end up on the throne or the north! She stared at him as he asked her to teach him. Teaching him would hardly be a problem if he had anything in his noggin. If not..well then…there would be no point for the handsome brute. She certainly didn’t want him to go away. If everything worked out she might just end up carrying his offspring at some point. He was damn sexy to begin with so why not? Between herself and him they could make one attractive beast. The dangerous question of what would she do to win it all made her skin twitch while she stared back at him interested. Oh what would she do! ”I’d do anything. Anything at all.” she told him with a dark tone allowing her forelock to cover her eyes. She would do anything that she could to become the leader of her alliance. While yes her father did a good job that didn’t mean that she did not want to be the one to make the choices; she wanted to be the one to make the demands! The second that the thought of a foal was bought up she laughed unamused. ”Darling that was not even close to the lines I was thinking along.” she told him with a loud snort. When the mention of his handsome looks was brought up she smirked and nipped at his chest. ”Oh I am sure it will be ever so hard!” she said sarcastically and rolled her eyes whipping his side with her party colored tail. It was like an endless mix of different colors before finally fading off to brown at the end. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Nexus ll percheron x shire x lipizzan x arabian x paintaloosa x warmblood ll four years old ll 17.1 hh ll telepath ll green eyes ll Born here, YEAR 1, SPRING Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] The monster's muscles had gotten so tense he began quivering in anticipation. Yes, he did have full control over his body and appearance at all times, but he wanted her to have a taste of what he was really feeling. She needed to know the he needed this. That she was to be blind to any other's influence and focus down the tunnel of power. Somewhat to his relief, she seemed genuine about saying that she'd do, 'anything at all.' Suddenly, he wondering if she really did mean it. To all literacy. He reminded himself that they'd only just met, yet oddly enough the hot mare was growing on his bit by bit. As if they'd known each other for years. He replied to her serious tone with an equally as certain tone, while staring intensely into her intising emerald eyes, ”Good, though I only hope you're as serious as me.” The he smiled, not a particularly evil or cunning smile. Just a pleasant one, as if they'd just made a wonderful deal over something far more pleasant than a possible war. He chuckled at her with a lighter flare when she snorted at his dialogue about foals. This conversation was starting to go in a far more friendly direction. It was nice, yet at the same time it made him burn for her, burn to find out more about her and reaching the top, and burn for her lust. His stomach twisted uncomfortably with feelings as she nipped at his large black chest and told him that it would be hard to resist. Though he kept a light face and nipped her back on her nicely rounded rump, ”As it shall for me.” he responded, before jumping sideways, expecting an incoming kick from the sexy mare. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing over back and sides, white dots framing his amber eyes ll 18'2hh || Power gift || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[ForeverPain]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/jfcmk5.jpg] [scrolly:h(141),w(550),sy,c()] She couldn’t help but admit that he was one sexy creature. His well toned muscular body that was blanketed by the beautiful white lacing. God he was one sexy beast and she couldn’t help but picture what a foal from the two of them could be like. Oh it would be one gorgeous creature it could be! And strong to! If the both of them could create a strong baby then it would be even more worth trying to take the north over in ensure it’s safety. Not to mention then it could be prince or princess to whatever was available until she died or stepped down from the throne. She laughed when he mentioned that he hoped she was just as serious as he was. She was probably more serious about this then he was. She didn’t want to be a bastard daughter in the sense of her mother not being royal. Her mother was another whore of the north; hut that didn’t mater really. She was just going to be the way she wanted to be. The talk of foals certainly made her lust for the cause of them though she knew it wasn’t really wise for her to get pregnant right now. Even if she wanted to very badly with his foal; she just wanted to have a strong offspring and she found the perfect sire for just that. She raised an eyebrow as he nipped her rounded rump and grinned to herself. She gave a faint kick out which was hardly more than playful. She snorted softly and grinned mischievously and backed up so her rump was against her chest. She rubbed against him for a moment before jumping forward and giving him a playful look as she side stepped. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Nexus ll Gorg(3/4) x Qatar(1/4) ll four years old ll 17.3 hh ll telepath and hellfire ll green eyes ll Born here Year 1 Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] Judging by her actions, responses, and body language. This mare thought him to be sexy. Finally, a mare with good taste. What was more? She wasn't ugly, damn, she wasn't even pretty. She was, herself, mighty sexy. Like him. Power-educed, good looking, a trickster, someone whom obviously liked lust, and a Northern alliance, a princess to be exact. Like him. They were so similar, yet oh so different at the same time. She simply laughed when he spoke of seriousness. Not too re-assuring. Yet at the same time, it was rather re-assuring. If you were serious enough you could spare the effort to laugh. Though maybe it was a cover-up. He always over-thought things it seemed. Her next moves confirmed that she was rather interested in him. His ears immediately pricked up and his face lightened in excitement. He felt her feint kick hit his side then she grinned at him deviously before turning her rump to his chest. This, surely was an act of wanting to breed. His instinct kicked in and he was fully ready to give her a foal, when she jumped away and gave him a playful look. Damn it. So close! Wait, what was he thinking? Exactly. You think too much, cool it and get on with the lady! the voice inside his head seemed to say. He nickered a deep uttering noise; then slowly, he stretched his large leathery black wings out and shook them, trying to show off how big and strong he was. They were longer than he was, in order for him to actually take flight they would have to be. He tucked them in and out, sort of dancing, half playfully and and lustfully. He wanted to court her and not be too forward at the same time. As if testing the water. His large antlers reared high and mighty over his black head and seemed to claw the sky with their sharp points. He was feeling rather proud of them at the moment. Happy to show off his strange extremities. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing || Amber Eyes ll 20.3hh || Main Power: Strength || Species Power: Hellfire || Species: Gorg || Black bat wings || Antlers atop his head || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[ForeverPain]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/jfcmk5.jpg] [scrolly:h(141),w(550),sy,c()] Of course she was serious! He seemed to be back and forth in his features about whether or not he thought she was serious. Well she certainly was! She wasn’t about to give up a chance to be queen of the north for nothing. She didn’t want to be some little off to the sidelines princess; she was the queen dammit! Or at least she was the queen in her head! She would be queen if she had to kill for it which she almost would have too. ”I am certainly willing to do anything…” she reassured him with a sharp nod. It was the truth. If she had to kill her father herself then she would do it. Although maybe it would be a little different if she had help. Then she would leave it up to help. After all why would she even bother to do it herself when she could have someone else do it. She knew that he was getting ready to raise himself up onto her back but she wasn’t going to let him. She was quick to leave him wanting. She grinned wickedly and wanted to see if the brute would take the bait. It was a sort of sign of good faith. Would he be willing to show off and ‘court’ her like he should and then she would give him the strong offspring that he wanted and that she wanted. She made pleased noises in her throat as he began to spread his wings and flex the muscles. They were certainly impressive. They had to be massive to even get close to getting his massive body off the ground. The thought of a foal with those massive black wings sparked her interest for sure so she almost hoped it would carrying that gene from it’s father. She grinned and looked at him with her eyes full of lust while she watched him continued to show off. She lifted her front legs to rear holding her body up for a moment before landing again tossing her head around and snorting softly. She looked at him and trotted back and forth making a show to lift her legs letting her banner fly and her heat seep out. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Nexus ll Gorg(3/4) x Qatar(1/4) ll four years old ll 17.3 hh ll telepath and hellfire ll green eyes ll Born here Year 1 Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] She was already pretty interested he'd resided to the fact of. He was too. Oh he sure was. She was the first mare he'd set eyes on here and already she was perfect. The concoction of their's would be rather pleasant. If she really was who she appeared to be. He knew he shouldn't be trying to hard to woo her and lay her with foal. But it was so hard. She was so, wonderful. He knew that if she was pregnant it was make things worse. But maybe they needed to take a while to get up to destroying high rankings and stealing the throne. Maybe this was the best approach. They needed a heir in the end, right? She seemed to enjoy his little wing dance so far. But he paused them, outstretched to their full gigantic wingspand while she did her dance. As if in constant reminder to her that he had them. His burning unusual for his species amber eyes tore over her frame. Her limber legs intrigued him. At first glance, he had thought he may have run into another Gorg. Now, he wasn't so sure. What was it about her that wasn't quite so, "Gorgish?" Ahh, she must be part Qatar. If only a hint. That was clever, hiding her natural beauty just enough to appear as a gorg, while working her sinister magic of the qatar. Well, it wasn't exactly her choice, non-the-less, he found it rather useful. Not to mention gorgeous. His wings were still stretched as if from a deep sleep, stuck his head out, opened his mouth in a similar way a bull deer may do while bellowing; though no sound came, and slowly his mouth began to grow hotter and hotter until heat enveloped and rippled the air, making an overhanging leaf shrivel up to a fine crisp. Then he stopped, it was an obvious show that he was indeed strong enough to waste this dangerous power in the act of wooing. He left his mouth partly open, letting the heat escape to the outside instead of building up down his throat. Then he advanced on her, getting up close to her face then nudging her rump with his large black head. He suddenly wondered what powers she held. Now that he knew they're were others like him out there, he wondered if they all had the same ones. Or if they even had them. By the looks of it, that was probably a yes. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing || Amber Eyes ll 20.3hh || Main Power: Strength || Species Power: Hellfire || Species: Gorg || Black bat wings || Antlers atop his head || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[ForeverPain]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/jfcmk5.jpg] [scrolly:h(141),w(550),sy,c()] The mare wouldn’t take much wooing from the handsome brute she knew that she would give herself to anyway. This time would be different though; there would be no herb to help remove the fetus inside her. She wanted his foal and she wanted his baby as her own. He was certainly a handsome create and he was strong to boot so it was more than helpful that she would birth a strong foal from him. Well and of course herself. If she was the mother she certainly thought that she would be an amazing other half with him. Even while the thought was to wait for a baby until they were in control it didn’t seem to be going that way. They could wait for a little while to raise a healthy foal that could help them if anything. Her eyes widened ever so slightly at the massive size of his wings; they were certainly something. She couldn’t help but be impressed of the sheer size and strength of those muscles that were rippling beneath his flesh. She knew that she was certainly not unimpressive herself. She was a beauty in her own right although there was a small amount of her Arabian like heritage that showed through. It should through more on her end then her father and it was more direct for him! She was still draft in the sense of a rounded body, and feathering, but there was something ever so slightly Qatar like to her features. Even the way she held her tail could qualify her to be a cross bred. She was certainly impressed by his powers and knew she should probably show off some of her own but nothing of hers was overly visible. She threw her head back blowing hot air out to have a few small leaves fall off and shrivel up. It appeared that they shared the same power of one kind at least. The mare pressed her rump against her chest rubbing it and lifting her tail to let her heat seep out. She wanted him to get excited and hopefully she could get a better reaction out of him. ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Nexus ll Gorg(3/4) x Qatar(1/4) ll four years old ll 17.3 hh ll telepath and hellfire ll green eyes ll Born here Year 1 Character Log;; click! Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Not Terrible. Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ME; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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[Freedom]

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[atrb=background, i50.tinypic.com/snytmt.jpg] He watched admiringly as she threw her head up, searing off a few leaves. So they shared yet another trait. A trait he so admired. That led to the thought, what was her other power? Her main power? He knew it was a somewhat sensitive topic, being that you didn't exactly want everyone knowing your powers to use against you. He jarred his large antlers at her mockingly and raised his head up again, grinning. However, the sight he saw wasn't what he thought it would be. Her wonderfully colorful rump was rubbing his chest. His ears popped forward and his neck craned in excitement. Her heat scent filled his nose and intoxicated his brain with breeding urges. She was getting bred weather she liked it or not. He reared up onto her back and laid her with a foal; sliding gently back down her back as to not injure her. He tossed his head of antlers in triumph and grabbed at her withers, leaving a small cut behind indicating that she had already been bred. ”Looks like you really couldn't resist. And neither could I.” ”Speeeeech!” Featuring;; Shatter ll Stallion ll 4 years ll Black coat, w/white lacing || Amber Eyes ll 20.3hh || Main Power: Strength || Species Power: Hellfire || Species: Gorg || Black bat wings || Antlers atop his head || Tags;; Who are you? Muse;; Awesomeee Notes;; Do I have something to say? Credits;; Table by ForeverPain; all images are copyright to their rightful owners

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