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Post by x.fall_for_you.x on Jun 10, 2009 18:38:32 GMT -5
Frame was reflecting many colors, all bent out of focus but his perfect ebonite carcass. Smirk was held on the titan's maw as he marched importantly into the land dubbed Hidden Lace. He had spied around the land for many moons, making certain it was abandoned, before deciding that there was no one near here but himself. Only silence met his towers, each trained in a different direction. Even his own skilled footsteps were inaudible in the intensity of the atmosphere around him. It was almost as if the land of Hidden Lace were daring him to take it, pulling him closer and deeper into its deep abyss.
The fresian snorted as he passed a cell-like place. It had been well hidden, impossible to see from his previous vantage point, but now he could see it. It was stained with what looked like a the dried crimson of blood and, though it was stale, the scent lingered. It hovered over the ground, swirling seductively up his legs, pulling him tighter into its grip. Dark eyes fluttered closed and a groan escaped his lips, which in turn pulled into a true smile. He stood like this, sun bouncing off the velvet that covered him, and could have stayed that way forever. Except he had work to do.
Reluctantly, he moved on. He encountered two more cells like the first one, each one stained and carrying the fading scent of blood. He also saw that this place was easy to get lost in and pleasured himself with the images of mares being captured by him. Standing sixteen-point-two hands with rippling muscles, Slipknot would be a hard brute to fight away from. Banner flickered in anticipation. He could wait to start his rule....
Lead Stallion: Slipknot
Lead Mare: None
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