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Post by sassy saccha ?! on Nov 30, 2010 18:18:21 GMT -5
S a s s a f r a s .
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i like it s a s s y ♥
[/right] Light rain trickled blissfully from the sky, the drops ecstatic to finally relieve themselves of the gray mass that had once held their liquid forms. They fell gently on the ground in a marvelous rhythm - plip, plop, plip, plop - and danced into the soil, nurturing it into a healthy wetness that would coax some, never all, of the shrinking blades of grass back to life. Some of these rain drops never hit the ground, as a large mass blocked them from hitting the cracked soil. A mammoth head swung about, orbs closed on the grand creature as it took in glee from the falling rain. Rivets parted through its velveteen hair as water washed away filth and grime on the hellion's exquisite, ebony hued pelt.
Sassafras' deep chasms parted as she carried her crowns to tilt to the heavens and watch the rain twirl down from the ashen clouds. Rain; what a glorious, glorious thing that she had loved and cherished from her filly days with Rosebush. With a serene look upon her face, she gently lifted her kissers and let the sweet rain trickle into her maws and slide down her throat. The energy given to her from those few droplets was astounding; with a brisk whinny she reared on her back pillars and kicked her forwards in the air, pawing at something invisible with her daggers in the sky. When her front pistons struck the ground yet again, she lurched forward and broke into a full speed gallop among the stretch of her Sky Cliffs. The Fiele Queen tossed her head and gave a full throated whinny. Her banner and whipcords streamed behind her as she advanced onward, only stopping to stand at the highest point of the terrain. There she reared yet again and bellowed, I am Sassafras, Queen of the honored Rainhawks! Dare walk upon this land uninvited as a Kethali or Koehaer, and you are in for a rather unpleasant surprise!
Satisfied with herself, the duchess spun on her hooves and thundered to a patch of luscious greens; a rare sighting in her lands. The Queen extended her neck and toyed with the grass, loving the feel of water and plant against her velvets. Snorting and whipping her banner, Sass selected a rich clump and pulled, breaking off the blades in her mouth. Sweet, saccharine tastes erupted on her tongue as she delicately chewed, satisfaction coming off in waves from the femme.
and i may get my s a t i s f a c t i o n
if only you act a little s a s s y ♥ [/blockquote][/justify][/size][/color][/blockquote] Q u e e n of the F i e l e .
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Post by F I R E ' W O R K on Dec 1, 2010 9:43:08 GMT -5
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Reminiscent thoughts had somehow wound their way into the stallion’s skull, and against his better wishes they remained ever present instead of being pushed back like he had wished. Leah had often came into his mind at almost any given moment of the day he would trace back to a time or a place he shared with her. He had entered the Fiele land's, he thought he were ought to pay the place a visit after all. His encounter with Trick and Italy had made him feel assured of these land's. He were a free King.
Dark raven weaved its way slowly through the dense sandy shores. Drips of water from the above rains hit his pelt causing him to flinch every few strides. Charcoal auds scanned the land before him in interest as daggers lightly scratched the soft noiseless ground. He had left his land some weeks before in a blind rage of anger and frustration. It had come suddenly the overwhelming feeling of this. His thoughts were calculating now, he had crossed into the Fiele territory. Thats when he seen the fae standing high amongst the cliff's. The black tank swerved around quickly leaning his weight upon his well formed haunches and galloping over to the base of the cliff's. Thats when he heard her voice, of which was filled with sincere words quoting out her promises of this land.
The seventeen hand czar scanned the cliff for a path, indeed there were one that would take you upward but it looked rather uneasy. Nonetheless Leo being Leo didn't think about that, he wanted to know who this black lady were, it was obvious she was the Queen her calling be dubbed Sassafras but he wanted to know her properly. Long pillars leapt out before him allowing him to catch grip on the rocky cliff side. He took no time, forcing his way up at a fast canter; rocks chipped out behind him as he grew higher and higher. Pieces of molten jutted out at him,stabbing his legs till they were bled open. If one were to fall from such height it would be fatal. The daggers of cliff side rock would impale through anyone's skin. Leo had reached the top of the path now. He wondered how he made it up alive; hunching his body he sprang up to the level ground, blue eyes innocently looking at Sassafras.
He had once again acted on impulse. Not thinking right, he shook himself of. A sweat had clung to his herculean chest, his mass coils of muscles had protruded and were now visible under his damp coating. He inclined his head toward Sassafras. ''My calling is Leo, I am one of the Free.'' husky monotones poured from his caverns, his accent was deep and Irish.
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