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Post by B.ambi! on Jan 23, 2009 15:51:19 GMT -5
The dark fea had been in the Forest for several hours without meeting a single soul nevermind one quite as tainted as she had planned. You see, Nymph had grown up tought that a stag should act like a stag and not like some sissy doe and she should accept the fact that there was no such thing as romance in this world. Somehow, she was loving it.
Digging her hoof into the ground testingly she tossed her head back in frustration and called shrilly to any other like her. Her red eyes stared dangerously into the shadows as she waited.
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Post by Romeo on Jan 23, 2009 16:15:34 GMT -5
He came from the north, the winds beraying his posistion to her. This time, there would be no surprise in the revealation. Sad. He strolled through, having heard a cry not too long ago. Ambitious buck was set on finding himself a harem, and in it does willing to stand by him by choice or by force if need came to be. Looking at the ladies made him desire his fill, and if the most succulent delicaies chance pass by, he'd spear her with his fork and savor her company. Was this the first course? His body brushed against the brush, rattling the dead leaves of winter with his barrel. Here he was!
Angling his eight pair points away from her gentle eyes, he grinned as if gandering a meal, eyes glittering greedily with minute flicks of the pupil. "What is this? A lone Doe?" He asked, tone a deep, yet tenor tune that rang with power. He sucked her scent int his nares, storing it in his mind for later uses. |
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Post by B.ambi! on Jan 23, 2009 16:24:55 GMT -5
Her head swivelled to glare at her intruder, ears pinning back in warning to his actions. Don't play with fire. She growled warningly in her head. She was here looking for a harrem, a mate but not someone who could expect her to openly give themselves away so easily. She chuckled at his obviousness - what did he expect?
"Well, I'm hardly a fluffy bunny rabbit am I? Geez, and I thought that finally I might come accross some half-decent company."
She took a deep breath and started to walk in the opposite direction.. a little slower than she probably could go meaning she was inviting him to call her back.
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Post by Romeo on Jan 23, 2009 17:30:09 GMT -5
Wasn't taken aback by her tone to him. They were rather south of the briars, so it was expected that the southeastern does were to come with more moxie. His heart didn't drop like a steon, but simply grew stronger at the thought of a spicy lady at pasture. Would she prefer the sting of nettles or the bite of the curled blackthorn? He wasn't very sure. Would she fall in the ravine and drown? As she shot at him, he rumbled deep in his chest, throat contracting with a rattling growl. His white flag of a tail has begun to lash like an irratated feline, ears set back.
"And I a sweet kitten in a sunny glade of daffodils? I am a predator, and if you don't like to be wooed, I can always take force as a method... Or knock a few three in your way, would you like that?" He snorted, cleft hoove pawwing twin ruts in the soil. "I'm not on of those northern pansies who bathe in their false glory and not pure East Pat who bathe in unworthy blood. More of mix of these, I can tell who should be gored." And then he made off after her, not gay and loftly in movements, but low and direct. He felr hunger, and she was meal. He considered taking his guise and showing her what he meant by kitten, but that would possibly frighten her. Who wouldn't run from an adult male snow leopard running with paws hungrily outstretched? |
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Post by B.ambi! on Jan 23, 2009 17:38:17 GMT -5
Nymph kept her posture alert and defensive but a cool grin of satisfaction spread accross her maw as she faces him a second time only to see a flash of his pelt heading towards her. She came to an abrupt stop and her auds swivelled forward. She wouldn't take crap from him yet there was no way possible that such a fragile creatre could fight off the stronger of the species... stronger but not quite as deadly. If he was anything like his sex description he would be all brawn and no brains.
"Now that's more like it. I was beggining to have doubts as to whether you could handle a decent conversation with me."
Her eyes were a little less angry now but just as deceibable as ever. You never really could figure out what she was thinking.
"So, tell me your name Kitty and I'll tell you mine."
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Post by Romeo on Jan 23, 2009 17:57:04 GMT -5
Stag's tipped upward still, lowering until it was level with his black topped shoulders, trying to get to her level. He appeared more confident now than before, stepping in nearer, rack out of her range. He didn't need her leaping up and hurting herself. And that was what he had seen before, does who leap up in fear and impale themselves on a bowing bucks rack... Well, survival of the smartest. Grinning, he setlled back, deviously grinning. He wasn't as bad of a romantic than his namesake was- he was lucky of that.
"My name is Romeo, maiden. Shall you remain maiden, or tell me your name in exchange. It's only fair that you keep your end of the deal, no? Kitty isn't one to wait long before he grows bored."
Now he would try to gain his momentum. She was alluring, and yet- there was spmething. He remained on guard, mentally treading the ground with his hooves, feeling claws in their place in his psyce. If she was in sour spirits and wished to tango with words, well- He cou;d always resort to combat. These days, everybody had a second guise, who knew what she would take? He flashed her a gentlemanly grin and stretched a foreleg, as if offering her the floor. |
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