// like a bird

[Black Thorns]

Scathashoun clucked his tongue, shaking his head at the pair. "Oh, isn't it adorable? Two little lovers who can't do shit for themselves!" he chuckled, before ramming into Whiskey's shoulder and trying to throw him off balance. "Oh, my bad! Did I interrupt you? I forgot! You just wanted to get her to move around so you can shove her tail aside and pound into her, right? Guess what, my friend," he spat, "You're no different. That's what you want. That's what you know you want- and will do, eventually, unless you aren't man enough and all you do is sit around and whisper sweet nothings into her ear." Suddenly, he turned his attention to the mare.

"Oh, and our little scared one doesn't know, does she? Whiskey wouldn't do such a thing, would he? He's so gentlemanly! So noble! How the hell do you think such gentlemanly, noble horses have babies? Did you never learn anything, my dear little one?" He stepped closer, pressing his pace against hers and looming over her small frame. "You don't mind not being safe, right? Danger is fine with you," he murmured, breath hot on her face, "I can imagine a great many... dangerous things that Whiskey over here wants to do with you. WOuld you like a demonstration, ma cher? Or are you going to just let him go ahead and do it?" He spun from her suddenly, cackling like a maniac.

"Go on, Whiskey boy!" he shouted, bucking gleefully, "Go on! She's waaaaaiting for you! She wants you to, don't you know it? The way she looks into your or so haaaandsome eyes?" he laughed, rearing up and slamming into Whiskey's shoulder with his hooves. "Come on! Do it! Are you a man or not, Whiskey!?"

[lady shady]

Your faith in me brings me to tears...

[/size][/pre][/left]

Whisky was setting her on edge, making her nervous all over again. She owed, him, she owed him...
The slightest brush of his hide, the warm pressure of his muzzle, and she fell to pieces again. Why were they doing this? She couldn't stop the quick reaction, almost a reflex as she reached out, running her muzzle down his face. "Ava, you don't want this, do you?" She couldn't respond. She didn't know what she wanted. She didn't know!

The dark stag's words swirled around them, angry, so angry. She flattened her ears and faced him. He was taunting them, face livid. His accusations washed over her, driving fear back into her as she listened. No, she didn't want this! No! But then why did she feel like she did every time one of them got near? She backed, trapped against a bush.

Screaming, the stallion moved towards Whisky, shoving him. He began to batter him with heavy hooves, abuse pouring from his lips. "Stop!" she screamed. "Stop it!" Her voice was lost in the screaming. She was angry and scared, how had she gotten herself here?

Her breath caught in her throat. Foals. The stag was talking about foals. A wave of mixed feeling surged within her. Was it time to move on? No, she thought fiercely, no one could ever replace Rhyn. And besides, she wasn't repeating the whole disastrous mate-scenario again. It had been bad enough before, being part of a big herd.

The dark stranger continued, goading Whisky, daring him to do what he had almost done. She stamped a hoof, eyes blazing. "What am I to you, a piece of property?" She strode forward, her own hooves beating ineffectively against their bodies. Bad idea. One of them--she couldn't be sure which--brushed against her again. Why did this keep happening?! Like a switch, her behavior flipped, and she pressed herself between them, cooing, "Gentlemen, gentlemen, please. Would you forget me so quickly?"

--behind the post--
I'm Like a Bird
MREH
*goes back to work on thorny's manip*

...Even after all these years

[/right][/pre]

[paddeh]

Whisky smiled as Ava ran her maw down his face, and pinned his audits in annoyance as he turned to look at Scath, his words echoing in his ears. Ava backed into a bush, fear glancing through her eyes. Scath reared up, and connected with his shoulder, a loud crunch echoing, along with his words, in his ears. He winced, and took a step back to prevent him from falling. "Your so immature Scathashoun." Whisky said bitterly as he spun from her, cackling. 'Go on, Whiskey boy! Go on! She's waaaaaiting for you! She wants you to, don't you know it? The way she looks into your or so haaaandsome eyes? Come on! Do it! Are you a man or not, Whiskey!?' He taunted, his eyes glinting. Whisky pinned his ears to his cranium, about to lash out when he heard Ava speak, 'Stop! Stop it!' She screeched, and Whisky stopped, watching her. She seemed to double-take, and he confusion ran across his face.

'Gentlemen, gentlemen, please. Would you forget me so quickly?' Ava asked, and Whisky took a step towards her. "Forget about you? Ava..." Whisky trailed, running his maw down her neck and back up. He was such a hopeless romantic. But he would not give in to Scath's taunts. Ava would hate him forever if he did that. He played with her forelock, resting his maw against her forehead. He smiled and nudged her neck, Scath's words dissolving as Whisky savored this moment. Whisky turned and looked at Scath, standing slightly in front of of Ava, and their shoulder's brushed against each other with every exhale.

. 322 Words

[/color]

Yeah, Whisky, so so so smooooth. trololol
[/size][/right]

[lady shady]

When all you wanted...

[/size][/pre][/left]

Whisky reached out, gently running his muzzle down her neck, and she felt herself relax into his touch. This was what she wanted, right? To be wanted? To be what everyone wanted? She gazed into his eyes, struggling, wondering if maybe this time she'd understand what love felt like.

But two pairs of dark eyes stared back at her. One was gentle, one was hungry, but it didn't matter. The eyes were dark, deep brown, not blue. Not Rhyn. Not safe. She turned away, sorrow and anger rooting her for once. Slipping from between the two stags, she ran for the exit of the clearing.

--behind the post--
Fifteen
SUPER short post, 107 words
so, idk what you want to do. she realized that she's sick of this, so she ran, but idk if she'll actually be able to get away. up to you.

...Was to be wanted

[/right][/pre]

[Abba]

*You will find a pair of feather earrings next to a tree*