-The Lonliness, the Emptiness-

[lady shady]

Sheba
Mad woman, bad woman,
That's just what you are, yeah,
You’ll smile in my face then rip the breaks out my car

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The large gray stag followed her, trailing behind like a puppy on a string. Her cold mind directed her to smile, to relish the fact that she had him in her power like this, but something stopped her. To see him like this, reduced to following so easily like all the others, almost irritated her. He was different. He was better than this! No matter, she told herself icily, you just want the secret. He means nothing to you. Nothing. Yet as she moved away from him, she suddenly realized that she had begun to crave his velvet touch just as much as she craved what he was hiding from her. Stop it! she screamed at herself, you know what happens to mares who succumb to emotion! Emotion takes control, and then where will you be? Powerless... She shook her long creamy mane vigorously, attempting to shake the thought from her head. She must not let this stag touch her. She needed a moment to recover.She would not be reduced to a weak little creature under Rama's gaze. She would not. However, just as she decided this, he moved in again, touching the crest of her neck, caressing the place where it joined her head. Her immediate reaction was to melt into that intoxicating feeling, to let him continue, but if she did, she knew it would be all over. She moved forward again, just out of his reach, in the open air where he couldn't touch her again. She needed to find something about him that would disgust her, make her cringe inwardly whenever he came near. She surveyed his powerful frame, searching for something to hate. He displayed none of the fear that the others always had somewhere, even if it was hidden deep inside them. He was losing the arrogance he had first displayed when she had met him. In fact, he seemed to be softening, becoming more gentle as he handled her, words growing more comforting, less enticing...that was it. His gentleness. That was what she'd hate. Where was that dark aura that she'd initially sensed? Where was that black cloud surrounding him that had at first so attracted her? He was becoming like the others, so ordinary, so average. For that, she'd despise him. That's better, her mind murmured, pleased, he's no different after all. He's just got a secret, and when you find it out, he will be completely yours. The you may do with him as you wish... He told her to lead the way, and she did, turning with neither a word nor a backwards glance, picking her way over the dead underbrush, moving towards the dying trees that loomed ahead. This time, she didn't care if he decided not to follow her any further. After all, she reminded herself, she was not that easily won.

--behind the post--
499 words
Sheba's struggling with her attraction to Rama xD

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[aPPY]

Ramaskith

Ramaskith watched the mare move away from him. His ears were rotated forward and ready for her to lead him forward. The spirit beat at the bar of the cage and Rama tensed slightly, focusing on keeping him contained. The mare turned and walked away, into the bushes and distant trees. The being hissed at him, reaching out and digging into the floor of his mind. Ramaskith's ears then pinned as he shook his head forcefully. He stilled as the cage broke, the spirit cackling proudly and immediately assuming control. He shook out his mane, smiling wickedly and prancing forward. Rama screamed uselessly in the back of his mind, unable to do anything but watch.

The spirit easily maneuvered his way through the underbrush, catching up to the small mare quickly. His muzzle danced across her back before reaching her neck where he took a section of her mane and tugged, halting their walk. He breathed deeply releasing her hair, "That poor soft hearted being," he said, smiling, "Couldn't do as he was told. And now you will pay for his mistake." He grasped the skin on her neck between his teeth and she had to him, feeling it burst and pour into his mouth. He quickly rose into the air, sliding over her back from the side and using his weight to hopefully push her to the ground.

He grasped her mane again, closer to her ears and pulled backward, stretching her neck and lifting her head. "You can scream, but no one will hear you except he and I. You chose the wrong stranger to tangle with," he said, his voice strong and clear despite the hair in his mouth. It was as if the words were just there, in the air; unspoken but heard anyway. He pushed against her spine, bending with each passing second and threatening to snap it she didn't do as he wished. At least if she struggled, and the vertebrae did break, she would still be conscious enough to torture the rest of her body and be satisfied. Rama lay silently in the back of his mind, unable to do anything no matter how hard he tried. He sighed quietly, settling for just watching the spirit do his job. He didn't get to have any fun after all.

// 389 words
too short, but I don't really have anything else to say. xD
Rama got beat out. oh no. D:

[lady shady]

Sheba
Black, black, black and blue beat me till I'm numb
Tell the devil I said “hey” when you get back to where you're from

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A sudden crashing of flinty hooves on dead branches erupted behind Sheba as Rama caught up to her. Before she could speak, the stag threw words at her, strange sounding phrases intoned in a voice so different from the one that had been speaking to her minutes ago. "That poor soft hearted being. Couldn't do as he was told. And now you will pay for his mistake." What? Who couldn't do as he was told? Rama--was this still Rama?--was yanking on her mane, becoming rougher by the second. He bit into her neck, and she pinned her ears, whipping her head round to snap at him, catching the velvety flesh of his muzzle between her teeth. The salty taste of blood cleared her head. Stags had been rough with her before, but none had treated her in this manner. They had been weak, using violence to demonstrate power that they didn't really have, but Rama's rage was actually appealing to her. He wasn't gentle, he wasn't ordinary...her disgust at him crumbled as he defied what she had seen as the weaknesses in him. He fascinated her. And that secret? She was pretty sure she knew now. In his fury, he had ceased guarding his mind from her. From the way he was acting, he was either possessed, or had an insanely evil split personality. She didn't care which, all she knew was that it was lending him power, and she didn't care how that was gained as long as he had it.

He released her momentarily and she took the opportunity to strike out with both back hooves, catching him in the belly, knowing that her light frame would not inflict much damage. She wouldn't hurt such a creature, so unique, so fascinating as he, but she wouldn't give in to him without a small struggle first. It was the principle of the thing. He reared, slinging his weight over her light grey body, almost making her knees buckle under him. Before she could decide whether to wriggle out from under him and take off or present to him her hindquarters, he seized the mane near the top of her head, making either option impossible. He yanked her head backwards, and she closed her eyes, relishing the delicious feeling of pain. "You can scream, but no one will hear you except he and I. You chose the wrong stranger to tangle with," he told her, words falling into her ears, flicked back to hear his voice. Not opening her eyes, she responded calmly, "Why would I scream mon prince? That would not be fitting." Finally opening her deep brown eyes, she strained her neck to look round at him. Bloodied, barely sweating, muscles rippling, so powerful...and he thought she'd chosen the wrong stranger to tangle with. "No, pet. I think I've found the right one..."

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between 400 and 500 words
only Sheba would actually enjoy the fact that he's possessed, attacking her, and yanking her head around xD

[aPPY]

Ramaskith

Rama's jaw dropped as the mare spoke. She wasn't afraid? The spirit hissed, not liking the lack of adrenaline in the air. Why wasn't she fighting back? He snorted loudly, confused. The right one? The right one what?! And she had called him pet again! He released her mane, "I am nobody's pet!" he exclaimed, angry now. "I obey no one! Not even the empathetic creature locked within his own mind!" He shifted his weight, placing his hooves on top of her back, pushing down and away. He backed a few steps, staring at the mare. His nostrils were flared and his lips curled in disgust. She would pay for that.

There was a darkness in the stag's eyes, it matched the dark aura that surrounded him. He lunged forward, barreling towards her at a sprint. His chest collided solidly with her shoulder and they both went tumbling to the ground. He positioned himself on top of her, his sternum pressing against her ribcage. He suddenly became a deadweight on top of her, brushing his teeth along her neck and lingering on the spot where her neck and head connected. He could finished her off right then, tearing out her throat and leaving her to bleed out on the forest floor. He inhaled, enjoying the smell of this mare. Perhaps he would bathe in her blood, carrying the appealing scent with him always. Did the blood contain the luxurious scent? He would find out soon enough.

He would decorate the land with her intestines, the smell coating everything and scaring everyone away. He would smash her skull open, placing her brain on display next to her heart on one of the trees. Her skin would serve as a rug on the ground, quite a lovely rug it would be. Her bones would be littered throughout the territory, a warning to anyone who enters. Make them think about what happened to the poor equine creature, make them fear what lurks in the shadows. He wouldn't stay to see the reactions but would only be content to know that someone would see his work sometime. Someone would be horrified and unable to walk any further. He smiled, the face twisting in an evil way that only the spirit could pull off.

// 385 words
the spirit is insane
i like it.

[lady shady]

Sheba
The scars of your love remind me of us,
They keep me thinking that we almost had it all
The scars of your love, they leave me breathless

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She felt his disbelief, swiftly followed by fury as he released her and moved away. He charged at her, but she didn't move. Slamming into her side, Rama knocked her off her feet, sprawling on top of her as they hit the ground. "I am nobody's pet!" he screamed at her, outraged that she had dared to call him so. "I obey no one! Not even the empathetic creature locked within his own mind!" So he was possessed. And furious with her for not fearing him for it. But how could she explain that that was what drew her to him? He ran the edge of his teeth over her throat, pausing slightly at the jugular vein. Her eyes widened a bit, realizing that he could and would kill her. But as she looked up at him, she realized that this was part of the fun. She could be at the brink of life and death at any moment, but this was what life was about. Sheba had always known that life would take everything from her, it was why she was the way she was. She also knew though, that she would take all she could from life before she went, and if this was the end of her story, she was going to go out with one final prize. Yes, this was the way to go, taking, grabbing, sucking energy and passion from the huge stag pinning her to the ground. She did not fear death, though she preferred to live a while longer. After all, she did have a promise to keep. Once she had learned his secret, she had promised him a reward. Not out loud, but a promise to herself that she would honor. He, unlike any of the others, was the closest she had ever found to being worthy of her. She met his gaze, locking eyes with him as he most likely fantasized about killing her.

"Secret for a secret, mon prince..." she whispered. Raising her ivory tail, she released the scent that she had been concealing from him. She grinned wickedly, taunting him with the scent, forcing him to choose whether to kill her or take her first. She'd soon find out.

--behind the post--
short one, under 400 words xP
dramaaaaaa...

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[aPPY]

Ramaskith

"Secret for a secret, mon prince..." What was she talking about, what secrets? She smiled at him evilly and his eyes narrowed. Then it hit him. His whole body stilled and his eyes widened. She was..? He jolted off of her, barely containing himself. His body had wanted to earlier, but now. Now the need was everywhere. He was blinded, only able to smell her scent. He had thought the scent of her body was lovely, but smelling this..nothing compared. He watched as the mare rose to her feet, still grinning at him. Was this what she wanted all along? Rama sat quietly in the back of his mind, 'I told you so,' running across the floors.

His body quivered with longing and he took an involuntary step forward. Should he do this? His body ached with a pain he had never known. He wanted to kill her so badly, but his body wanted so much more. He continued to step forward, stopping behind the mare for the briefest moment. She wasn't getting away now. He breathed in deeply, his nose against her flank as he suppressed a moan. Then, quicker than he could think, his body was on top of hers, taking all that easily won control away from him. He started to push his way inside of her, the sensation unnerving and sending waves of pleasure through his body. Why had he never done this before?

Rama paused as her hindquarters met his underbelly, shifting his grip with his forelegs. He slowly pulled out before pushing back in, his heart beating in his ears. He grunted as his body took over for him, pushing and pulling faster with each thrust. He closed his eyes as he concentrated, keeping his footing easily because the mare was so much shorter. Each movement his body made, each small twist of his pelvis and each soft thump as he hit her rump sent painful but thrilling shocks radiating through his body. He was sure his heart would burst with the satisfaction of self-indulgence. Yes, why had he never done this?

His motions began to slow, his body tiring from the force at which he used; completely giving himself over to his body and allowing it do be as rough and animalistic as it wished. He tugged at her mane and then bit into her back with one last thrust, deep into her body as he released, his body almost sighing with pleasure. He then began to pull out of her, his forelegs releasing their death grip on her sides and his weight sliding off of her figure and back onto the ground. A few beads of blood fell to the ground and he smiled. He had pleasured himself but had also hurt her in the process, becoming too rough.

Now it was time to add more blood to the ground. He slowly walked beside her, rejuvenated and ready to pound the pretty grey mare to the forest floor. He wanted to hear her bones crunch and screams of actual fear come out of her throat. He would teach her to be afraid, to fear the pain he could inflict instead of enjoy it. He would teach her.

// 540 words
not that graphic. :B

[lady shady]

Sheba
Think of me in the depths of your despair
Make a home down there 'cause mine sure won't be shared

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Sheba watched his face as he caught the scent, biting her lip to keep from laughing at his shocked expression. She rose, standing still for him as he approached. Yes, this one was worthy of her. She smiled again, waiting for his warm hide to meet her own. She felt him moving in behind her, and closed her eyes. The world turned dark.

•••

The stag finally dismounted, exhausted from his efforts. As he moved away from her, her hind end exploded into the customary mare's kick. He moved forward now, and she saw in his face that despite the reward she had just given him, his intentions remained the same. No matter. He was hers now, he had surrendered a piece of himself to her and she wasn't about to let him forget it anytime soon. But for, now, she trusted that the safest thing to do was to leave him. She'd leave him alone, still bathed in her scent, his last memory of her one of desire. She wouldn't be gone forever, no, it wouldn't do to leave the stag she was so enchanted with, but for the time being, it would be prudent. Turning to him, she saw that he was spent, at least for the time being. Now would be as good a time as ever to make her exit. "À bientôt, pet" she whispered to him before slipping away through the trees. Sheba snickered to herself, knowing that he wouldn't appreciate the title. But essentially, that was what he was to her now. Her toy. He had lost control by her side, and she had only been too happy to take it from him.

With his lowered energy level and large frame, she knew that he wouldn't be able to catch her immediately. Her gift of silence combined with her small fit frame that was used to swift travel would make it harder for him to hunt her down. The dead bracken wouldn't offer much camoflauge, but she saw that the woods grew denser and greener up ahead. She'd be off for now, roaming alone, but never far from the one who had claimed her. Or rather, the one she had claimed. Moving at a steady canter, her mind finally began to process what had just happened. She had let him have her, and she had been in heat...which meant that she could quite possibly be in foal. At this moment in time, she, Sheba, could be carrying Rama's offspring. The thought stopped her dead in her tracks. Of course she had known in the back of her mind, had wanted...but her? In foal? Still able to hear the slightest noise of Rama behind her, she moved forward again, this time at a faster pace.

But really? A foal? She tossed the idea around in her mind, growing more and more used to it. So this was one of the reasons why she had let Rama so close. Her instincts had told her that he would be the best sire for her offspring, so powerful, so healthy...she sighed inwardly. Truly, if she were in foal, she couldn't think of a more satisfactory father for the baby. She must protect this treasure, a new secret to lock away in her brain. She wouldn't tell Rama, wouldn't breathe a word of it unless she felt it absolutely necessary. That is, if he hadn't already guessed. But, judging from the way he had fumbled around behind her, there was a very likely chance that he didn't know what he had done. What he had created. Then another thought struck her, this one more breathtaking than the first. This foal, if there was one...she would raise it, suckle it, mother it, and teach it her ways. She would teach her baby how to charm, how to survive, and most importantly how to take all it could from life. And then her game would be complete. With her legacy passed down, her only goal in life would be complete. Sheba was going to live forever.

--behind the post--
bout 700 words
yes, I skipped a section. use your imagination if you must :P
Sheba wants immortality through her baby. Good luck with that hon.

[aPPY]

Ramaskith

"À bientôt, pet," she told him before quickly moving away from him. She had called him pet again. He was beginning to think she was angering him on purpose. He set out after her, not letting her leave to easily. He wouldn't let her leave alive. He picked up a fast trot, her white body easy to see. He noticed she stopped, standing still. He smiled, crashing through the bushes and edging closer on her. She seemed to come back to herself, moving forward faster than before. He huffed, transitioning to a canter, his long legs covering much ground with each stride. His breathing was slightly labored, his heartbeat still sounding in his head and he was sure everyone could hear it. The mare was getting farther away from him, her small body able to navigate the land much easier.

Rama smiled, surging forward and taking control easily. The spirit drifted to the back of his mind without a fight. "You know, because of what you've done there is no way we will catch up to her. You've tired us out completely," he said out loud, but speaking to the spirit. He stopped their advance, turning as slowly walking in a different direction. The spirit got angry and demanded they follow her but Ramaskith only shook his head. "We will follow her in good time. We will teach her, just not today," Rama assured him. The spirit settled back down, not completely satisfied but going along with it anyway.

Ramaskith picked his way through the underbrush, soon entering the forest. He continued walking, unsure of where he was going but knowing it was away from the grey mare. They would find her some day and they would kill her. He would make sure of that. He walked, his movements sloppy and not at all the way they usually were. His feet dragged along the ground, leaving short lines in the dirt. He snorted quietly, shaking his head. His body was a tad sore from what the spirit had done.

The sounds of rushing water reached his ears and he looked forward. The trees broke in front of him, revealing a river. He walked to the edge of the water, reaching down and taking a long drink. He sighed as the water trailed down his throat and into his stomach, cooling his body slightly. He turned, walking over to the shade of a tree before lowering himself to the ground. The ground was cool, the tree keeping the sunlight away. His body relaxed and he lowered his head onto the dirt, closing his eyes. He would rest his body well before going after the mare, perhaps causing damage along the way, using the blood of others to paint the trail. He smiled to himself, drifting to sleep with thoughts of terrified screams and blood coating the ground and sticking to his feet when he walked away from the carcass.

// 491 words
i think we can call this thread closed now. :B
Ramaskith will bide his time, finding her and killing her at the right moment.