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Posted on Dec 28 2017, 7:21 PM. (Edited: Jan 11 2018, 9:04 PM by Kashmir.)
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Kashmir was finally able to escape the invisible ties to the lagoon. Finally. One side of her could not complain; it was a beautiful place there, which is why she visited it in the first place. It had become her stomping ground and shelter of sorts for the upcoming winter. It was warm enough to keep her from freezing half to death. But staying there for weeks and weeks on end with no break did not appeal to her in the slightest form or fashion. Kashmir was not the kind of horse that needed to move any and everywhere all the time. Being stationary in one place was alright with her normally. Honestly, she was surprised that she had not settled into a herd somewhere, being the homebody she had become. However, while one side of her could not complain, the other side of Kashmir was extensively antsy. It felt like Kash had fire in her veins that went up and down the length of her body, then back again. She merely wanted to stretch her legs, literally and figuratively, to explore new lands. There were no true bonds tethering the mare to one spot, but it certainly felt like it at times. And so, with that notion in mind, the Friesian Zebra found herself in the garden. She was no longer in the presence of so much water, and purposely landlocked herself for the time being. Would she go back to the lagoon eventually? Probably. Would she do it at that moment? Definitely not.

While the garden lacked splendor to most without a festival going on, it was a breath of fresh air. Kashmir breathed in deeply, and let it out slowly. Her golden eyes closed a moment, and a smile formed on her face. This would be the proper place to settle for the moment. It too was a lovely land in its own right. Both lands seemed to have their own charms distinct to them alone. Kashmir finally began to walk again, just exploring, and she was loving every minute of it. And her actions were certainly indicative of her current mood. The mare’s pace was one that was lighthearted and almost had a prance-like feel to it. One hoof would touch down and slide, then another, and another. Her head bobbed gently, and every so often her tail flicked behind her. Kashmir was feeling nothing but fancy fresh, and lathered in pure confidence. If horses could wear clothes, she probably would have been wearing Gucci sunglasses and carrying a Prada purse. Either that or she would be wearing a large, magnificent golden chain hanging around her neck. And of course that chain would have to have hundreds of dollars’ worth of jewels embedded in it. Kash wanted to savor the moment though, and indeed she was, clothes or not clothes. Chain or no chain.

Continuing on, the onyx and alabaster mare decided to make a brief pit stop for lunch. There were plenty of places to choose from, she merely had to reach down and grab something. Kashmir started with the little flowers hanging on to various bushes. She ate one, two, and suddenly she was at twenty. Then came twenty more as well, but who was really keeping track? Did it really matter when it all came down to it? The flowers on her taste buds were like the opening appetizer, yet there were still plenty for anyone else who came along. The question of why she had not been here before crossed her mind. Well first, that was because she was not given the opportunity really. No, that was an excuse if there ever was one. Kashmir had the exact same opportunities as everyone else to come to this place. Nothing was holding her back at all. The more the mare thought about it, it was simply about timing. Coming there when she did granted her something neat. It afforded her an appreciation she might not have had before. Yes, that was it. Others considered the garden mundane, but not Kashmir.

After tip toeing through the tulips, the hybrid moved on to bigger things. The rolling hills of grass beckoned to her with open hands. And Kashmir answered the call without hesitation, she accepted the invitation immediately. The mare bent her neck down and began nibbling at the grass. Her lips grabbed at the tendrils, pulling them up from the roots into her mouth. The nice thing was that the mare was no glutton, and still could eat without looking like one. The grace and elegance that normally enveloped Kashmir still remained intact. It was a rather minute detail, but something that Kash actually prided herself in. No matter what the circumstance, she carried herself like the queen that was destined to be, even if there was not any official royalty in her family. At work, at play, it honestly made no difference to Kashmir.

Now that the mare had established into a comfortable space, and determined the garden was a good choice, Kash soothed her antsy feeling. The fire stopped itching in her veins, and it dropped back into a quiet murmur. Thank goodness for that too, that feeling was utterly insatiable at the time. All the while Kashmir’s mind was at work though. Thoughts continued to rumble through her brain like a storm cloud. How long would she be content here? Where would she go from here should the antsy feeling return? She could not help but wonder what else was in store for her in the future. With a gentle shake of her mane, Kashmir dissipated the thoughts for the moment. She needed to relax now.

ooc - @Gotham City Let the "romance" begin XD


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Posted on Dec 29 2017, 4:33 PM.
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Another day, another fruitless trek over desolate new lands. For a man who once reigned king of an entire elemental realm, life back in the mundane world was proving boring. Gotham used to have women on his doorstep every day, an entire kingdom filled with adoring followers under his thumb, an army that could, he believed, wipe out worlds in one sweep. The behemoth’s fall from the throne was not his doing. In fact, were it not for the slow collapse of Pantheon itself he would still wear the tilted crown upon his head. His kingdom now lay silent, uninhabited. One might say he had been widowed by it. T’is unfortunate that with the fall of his people came, also, the fall of his righteousness and respectable nature.

He had once again become the beast he used to know.
 
To an outsider he may seem selfish, cruel, heartless. But this cannot possibly be true for emotions just do not become of the man. Incapable of love, compassion and sympathy unless, it seems, the fate of an entire people lies on his shoulders. Otherwise, his heart is blank but for the two things he knows he can enjoy without any strings attached. Bloodshed, and women. You couldn’t label him a playboy, nor a womanizer, for it’s not exactly that he sets out to break hearts. The beast is as happy to fraternize with a woman who knows exactly what sort of set up is in question, as he is to bewitch, and later betray, a love sick filly who may well become with child and is destined to never see him again. He had fallen in love but once. And he would hardly admit it to himself let alone another: it was so fleeting, so unexpected that it might as well not have existed. Besides, the black creature told himself he would never admit such weakness again. His heart was truly made of stone.
 
The beauty of the Immortal Gardens went quite unnoticed by the monstrous stallion: his eyes were looking for a different kind of beauty. Women were not objects to him, but that’s not to say they had any capability of holding emotional value. Though, nor did men. While it’s debatable whether one could call it conceitedness, to Gotham every other creature was merely an accessory to his life. There to spar with, there to entertain him for one night of his life, or merely a background character to provide a little interesting scenery. In these gardens, however, there was one particular character who caught his eye. Her coat was a stark monochromatic contrast against the vibrant colours of the gardens; even though it screamed “zebra” her build and body type were that of an equine. Her eye was a pool of honey in a black and white picture. She was not small by regular standards, but to one as large as him she may still be considered petite. He approached her without thinking twice, his hoofprints marking the springy earth beneath him as each stride closed the distance between the two by a colossal distance each time.
 
Within mere seconds he stood in front of the mare, and with no effort at all he switched on the charm that bubbled so easily from his blunt façade. ”Hello, madame” he dipped his head with a warm, knowing smile. ”What might one as pretty as you be doing out alone this evening?”
 
Kashmir sorry I didn’t get it up last night, I fell asleep XD I’m excited for this!


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Posted on Dec 31 2017, 2:33 AM.
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It was a delightfully lovely day in the life of Kashmir. Everything that she wanted at that point had been given to her. And for that, the striped spider could not be more grateful. The garden was a place to ease her mind and body into a sense of peace. Her thoughts about the future no longer plagued her mind after she shook them off. They were easily disregarded, and put on a shelf to collect dust and grime. They were things that the mare did not want to read into for a while. Kash did not really give a care about them anymore. Nobody could truly say what the future would hold in store for them. Some tried to predict the future, and failed miserably, to their own demise. They used scare tactics and external clues to make their assumptions about others and upcoming things. When they did fail, they had to pack up their lives and leave in lieu of being mocked relentlessly. The future gave them an unfriendly gesture in mocking that it could not be controlled. Horses were allowed to choose their own destinies, no matter what others said. So the mare decided to let come what may, come what may. Forcing the issue would just bring on added stress, and that obviously was the opposite of the objective here.  

Speaking of come what may, Kashmir was eating alone, when the sudden appearance of the stallion made her stop mid bite. Her head lifted at once from its bent position, and her honeyed eyes focused on him like lasers. She heard his footfalls coming from a mile away, and what she saw peaked her interest instantly. Kashmir laid eyes upon the luminescent stag with fresh eyes and even more optimism. Well now, this was an intriguing development in the story was it not? It was as if the gardens did not seem so lonely anymore. Kashmir could be alone, left to her own devices, and still be happy no doubt. Super-duper happy happy happy at that. She proved that time and time again on several occasions. Sometimes the best company was absolutely no company at all. If one needed to be constantly surrounded by company, and had no alone time, then something was potentially wrong. Something internal was growing in a toxic manner, eating away at them. 

There were those people that could not handle the silence, nor look themselves directly in the mirror. They needed consistent affirmation from others to feel fulfillment in their lives, and other people had to put together their missing pieces. But, fortunately enough for her, Kash was not in that position. If her previous motions were not indicative of that, then nothing would be. She was basically dancing to silent music by herself. There was nothing more she could do to prove it. Not that she really cared honestly. Someone did not like it, well, that was their problem. But the stallion showing up made for an interesting situation too. It was as if Eve found her Adam in the Garden of Eden in biblical times. She might not have been taken from one of his ribs initially, but that was of little consequence; they were officially brought together in that particular moment.

The Friesian Zebra listened to the male’s introductory spiel about her appearance and her condition of being alone. She merely snorted at him in a lively manner, and a gentle smile spread on her face. It was like smooth butter on bread with a sharp knife. And it was a very, very sharp knife too, which was good for gutting something. The man even brought a pronounced giggle to her chest that evaporated to her throat a bit. “You flatter me with your words, you scoundrel. But I am not alone anymore, now that you are here,” Kashmir said happily. She was pretending to blush, and viewed him with an innocent side eye. Kash’s ears fell back on her skull and she batted her thick lashes with noticeable exaggeration. She was not the only one to be toyed with without toying back, especially when she could recognize what he was doing. She had done this before herself in fact. Real recognized real as the saying goes.
   
Playing the role of a sweet, vivacious creature was easy for the mare. She was a spirited actress herself, a thespian of the theater, putting on elaborate shows and selling out box offices nightly. Kash knew that business like the back of her hoof, and it came as a second nature to her. But then there was a sudden change in the mare’s inflection though. It went from pure sparkling, naive innocence to a more sobered up coquettish one. Make no mistake she was completely and totally teasing him still; that seemed to be a reoccurring theme as of late for Kash. She was dealing with the big boys, playing with their most lascivious desires. But the way that she was doing it with this massive dude was merely a reflection of his own. What he dealt out, she only reciprocated in full. Kashmir’s words came out once more in a single, sassy whisper.

“Try harder, man, I know all the little tricks in your little black book.”

ooc - @Gotham City Slightly shorter than I want it to be, but Kash isn't gonna give up the cookie easily :p


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Posted on Jan 02 2018, 12:49 AM. (Edited: Jan 02 2018, 12:50 AM by gotham city.)
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Her radiating happiness was almost sickening to the stone cold, sour stallion. Almost. Though, not quite sickening enough to deter him from doing what he so frequently did to these women. She was incredibly pretty in an unusual way, Gotham would give her that. Though prettiness didn’t exactly count for much in the beast’s book. If she should seem old enough that he would not be labelled a cradle snatcher, but young enough that her age was no more than double his, then she was fair game. Of course, personality played a certain part. Naïve young women whom he could leave without saying a word, and they would be left with child and weeping over their lost one-night lover.
 
There was only one child by his blood that Gotham had even met. He remembered Maddox with a stifled groan. The woman was a brattish princess type, but at least she had understood and not complained about their arrangement. In fact, as he continued to probe the memories, the way in which it came about might even have been through hate. Hate sex, now there was one of life’s luxuries. Maddox was a strange child, and didn’t know of Gotham as his father. Their meeting was brief and by chance, but the black behemoth simply thought the colt too odd to bother with. He was spaced out, quiet, altogether very peculiar. If Gotham was ever to start being a ‘family man’, Maddox was not the child to initiate it. That said, it comes with incredible doubt that Gotham would ever be a family man. There is not much place for a sadistic masochist in an innocent child’s life; chances are they would become quite severely screwed up. Not that he would give a shit, but there was no joy in life to be taken from children.
 
The mare was not startled, which was a good enough start. Any creature besides himself was nothing - destined only for his brief, material use – but it helped considerably if they were in on his plan from the start. Thus far, the woman seemed to be. He would not deny a challenge if it were presented to him, it had to be said. A man of his calibre was entirely capable of fooling a stubborn woman into believing sleeping with him would be a good thing to do. It just made life a whole lot easier if it was their idea from the beginning. She challenged the beast, but her flirtation and secret interest was not lost on him. She was attempting to string him along but with no knowledge that it was, in fact, Gotham that would be doing the stringing. Whether the act was her sugary giggle and rosy cheeks, or the sultry timbre to her voice when she told him he wasn’t trying hard enough, he couldn’t tell. Either way, there was surely no denying the mare’s ultimate goal.
 
It was perhaps a little unusual that the mare wasn’t immediately showing herself to be melting butter underneath Gotham’s feet, but it happened occasionally and it’s not like his opening line was the only trick up his sleeve.
 
Challenge accepted.
 
He stepped closer, close enough that had he not twisted his body, their chests would’ve touched. He lowered his maw to her ear, millimetres from the fur there, and muttered in a voice as dark as bitter chocolate, ”I hope you’re not too flattered, honey,” his voice somehow managed to get even lower, ”I could take my pick from any mare in Elysium.” he paused, a soft exhalation whispering through his flared nostrils as his eyes flitted over the handful of mares scattered throughout the gardens. ”But do tell me,” he took a slow step to level his left shoulder with the left shoulder of the mare. ”If you’ve read about this one,” he went to drop his maw to her wither, the intention to drag his teeth along her spine as he paced her body with laborious tempo. If she allowed the movement without stepping away, the pressure would be enough as to cause a moderate pain – one that he would personally consider pleasurable – but not to make any detectable marks or bleeding. He stopped on the right side of the fae’s rump, carefully aiming to place a gentle nip at the alabaster skin a dozen inches from the dock of her tail, and let a sly smile break his emotionless lips. He continued to walk up on her right side, stopping just behind her line of sight, close enough to her body that their skin might brush. ”We both know why we’re here, do we not?”

Kashmir possibly time to add a mature tag to the thread, loool. i'm really enjoying these two together, though!


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Posted on Jan 02 2018, 7:14 PM. (Edited: Jan 07 2018, 2:23 AM by Kashmir.)
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Oh this one was good; he was really, really good. This particular stallion made her want to throw her head high to the sky, and laugh out loud. Surprisingly, it would be laughter filled mostly with humor and only a touch of cynicism. Someone else in this situation might not find it funny; they probably would be scared out of their mind. If a stallion like that was prowling around, most mares would head for the hills or beg for mercy. Tears were plausible as well in the most extreme of situations. It all was contingent upon the fortitude of the lady really.

Gotham was several hands above Kashmir, and approximately a thousand pounds more too. A pretty imposing sight altogether. Add to that glowing fur and other body parts, and that was a mighty fine recipe for disaster. Kashmir was not ignorant of that fact; the mare had two functional eyes and an excellent brain. However, she did not err on the side of caution either. She did not beg anyone for anything, and these were her hills before Gotham’s. Kash had laid claim to it far before he had arrived, filling her stomach with food, and her heart with a song. Tears were nowhere to be found, and would stay gone if she had anything to say about it. It was going to take much more than walking in and talking all tough. Kashmir did not falter even the slightest of bits. There had to be a little more action involved.

She did take delight in the man’s chosen pet name however, for it suited her and her eyes well. Her ever watchful, glinting golden eyes. So in that respect, yes, it did flatter her. Kashmir could definitely say her eyes were one of her favorite things about herself, though there others in addition. She would happily accept “honey” as a compliment actually. And would do so in stride. His scintillating words and voice were enticing initially, and more like that would be welcomed. But the male had hoof-in-mouth syndrome apparently. Talking about how he could get lucky with any mare there would not make her jealous. It would only serve as a huge turn off.

Kashmir rolled her bright eyes at the stallion thereafter, turning his phrase about other women on its head. “Well, baby,” Kash said with strict emphasis on the last word, “I can certainly be your honey bee, should you want me badly enough. Mind you that bees must protect their hives, and we have stingers. Especially us queens. You want another woman? Go boy. Fetch. I have no tolerance for mutts and dirty, low down dogs.” With that statement, Kashmir made a motion of dismissal. She was going to leave that instant, never to return, but then he touched her.

There was a thing about temptation. It takes the essence of an individual, their moral compass, and breaks it to pieces. There are then fragile fissures in it, and temptation is constantly picking glass out of its way. With bloodied fingers, it turns the compass dial from due north just a little bit south each time. That is why Kashmir stayed. The stallion tempted her, and he touched her. Kashmir wanted to give her heart only to her mate. She wanted to give it to one man seemingly made for her. But she heard his words and felt his touch. That was danger.

The mare exhaled deeply as teeth ground almost the length of her spine. Her back sharply arched inward in an attempt to ease the sensation of the almost clawing motion. Yet she stayed. The nip caused the opposite effect, making Kashmir’s back spike up abruptly before she settled again. That was a new trick in the book indeed, and would forever be noted with a red pen. The stallion moved around her like a big cat; normally it was her in that position, not the mouse one. He was past toying with her now.

The next thing about temptation is that it can be shirked with willpower. A challenging hand can turn the dial of the compass northward again, and attempt to glue the shard-like pieces together. Not all are successful, some are victims to it, but Kash was fighting it hard. Her romp through the gardens had become really like the Garden of Eden now. The snake had offered her the forbidden apple, and was trying to coax her to take a bite. From there, it would be impossible to turn back. She and her REAL Adam would fall from grace if she did, for this one was not him. The Prismatic Lagoon was actually not looking too bad anymore.

With a sudden ripping motion, Kashmir tore away from the male like a whirlwind. She faced him with an almost feral expression on her face and in her eyes. Kashmir could still feel the tingling places along her back and skin. They were reminders of a mistake waiting to happen. One that she could not, would not allow. He might be bigger than her, but there was a reason she had stripes. In that moment, she was no longer a bee, or a zebra even. She was a tigress.

“We both do know why we are here, yes, you are right,” Kash growled. Anything further and she would have spat the words at their hooves. “You want me so much more than I want you.” She attempted to press her chest into his to make her words clear. “The question is: were we made for each other? When you look at me, do you see your wife, or a shell to...tread upon?” The mare’s voice went from a high volume, to a lower one as well. It was a fierce hiss that tickled her lips and mouth. “I am not here to change you, I cannot turn a mutt into a man. The question is: what could ever make me love a dog like you?”

ooc - @Gotham City 


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Posted on Jan 04 2018, 6:02 PM. (Edited: Jan 04 2018, 6:03 PM by gotham city.)
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She was not stupid.
 
Every second the man spent by her side he saw her initial naivety slipping away. The honey glaze of innocence that dripped from her striped body was evaporating and he was reluctant to admit how much it was turning him on. Not every woman he seduced was a down-and-out imbecile, no, but rare few challenged him in such a way as this fae was beginning to. Perhaps he had been too quick to judge the pretty mare and instead should’ve given her the benefit of the doubt. The approach he had adopted was obviously the incorrect way to go about wrapping her around his proverbial finger, for she was more intelligent than he had anticipated.
 
For many women, his blatant good lucks – and probably his intimidating size – were enough to woo them into immediately believing they could sleep with him and not find themselves immediately suffering unpleasant consequences. He had not been tricked into believing this was the way with all mares, of course, for he was no imbecile himself.
 
As the woman jolted away from his touch, Gotham noted it was time to change tactics. He remained stood in place but slackened his hunting-cat-like posture. The smirk pulled taut over his lips softened and became a warm smile, and while he could not quite change the cold colour of his pastel orbs, he at least tried to subdue the predatory glare fixed in the woman’s direction. There were no morals to the man – not any – and while he was far from inherently evil no one would say he was a saint, either. The beast had no shame in becoming someone else entirely to get what he had come here for. His charm came in many forms, suitable enough for seducing any mare who could take his fancy. He was not unfamiliar with the world of acting, improvising, and found it was a skill at which he was rather talented.
 
The behemoth’s voice was as low as ever, but somehow a sweeter tone was bubbling to surface, ”I appear to have upset you, honey,” he had previously noted her apparent weakness to his impromptu pet name, ”Believe me when I plead to you that this is not what I intended.” he stepped but millimetres closer, testing the waters as carefully as he could muster. Internally the man was going crazy. A single mare was not worth so much fuss, he knew he could have any other creature he wanted in a fraction of the time it was taking to convince this one. However, her reactions to his attempts only drove to make him more determined to get what he wanted. The scripts of their conversation thus far would suggest to anyone that they were both after the same thing, only she, apparently, wasn’t about to make it easy for the stud. One couldn’t blame the lady, really, for being so adamant that he could not simply stride in and take what he wanted only to walk straight back out again. Not that he could care, as that was still exactly what he intended to do.
 
Manipulation can only get one so far in life, but once one knows the merits and rewards of its success it can become highly addictive. Obsessive, even. It’s nothing to be proud of, but in the most frequent situations the manipulator has no respect for what they should and should not take pride in. Manipulation leads only to create despicable creatures, holding no claims to loyal followers or friends, owning only the tutting tongues of their wrongdoers and enemies. There comes a point when they will refuse to accept that manipulation is what they are doing, what they thrive upon, for the addiction is so predominant they could no longer live without it. Gotham walks the fine line between falling into this trap, and knowing exactly what he is doing but not caring in the slightest. In fact, he errs more toward the latter of the conjunction. A dangerously intelligent man: completely aware of the manipulation he participates in, and yet, immune to material obsessions. The only addiction the man will admit to is that of both feeling and inflicting pain.
 
He drops his neck to look at the tigress on her level, a glint of feigned sadness reflecting with eerie honesty in his eyes, ”How could I know if you are destined or not to be my wife, sugar?” at this point even Gotham was unsure where the falsities stopped and the truth began. A shrouded philosopher, he held at least a teaspoon of belief in the words he was uttering. ”Surely the excitement is in taking a risk,” his skin itched to touch her again, but he opted to let her make the next move lest he chance losing her completely.
 
”and are dogs not meant to be lovable?” the question was posed in soft jest as opposed to his usual hard sarcasm. He softened his expression further as if to demonstrate the typical ‘puppy dog eyes to the lady before him.
 
”Pardon my rudeness, madam, but I have not yet asked your name?”

OOC - Kashmir wooow this turned out long. beware the lying gotham, though i think kashmir has turned something in him a little soft


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Posted on Jan 07 2018, 2:56 AM. (Edited: Jan 07 2018, 2:57 AM by Kashmir.)
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A few days. It had been a matter of a few days since Kashmir heard the same phrase used on her. It was the one about how some dude went and made her upset somehow. Maybe she should not let the feeling of being upset show up so often on her features and in her posture. It was a dead giveaway apparently. Kash just had to temper that emotion better, or it would be twisted in a less than savory manner by someone else. The mare could just feel it coming if not, and she already had learned a lesson similar to that one recently. And it was one that involved her family that last time too. History need not repeat itself. That was what wisdom and sanity were: not intentionally making the same mistake over and over again, hoping to get another outcome. Everyone in their right mind knew that one; emphasis on the “right mind” part. The ones out of their mind, could not very well be spoken of.

It was making Kashmir upset that people were telling her that they were making her upset though. The only difference between this time and the other time were the intentions. With Tywin, it felt like he actually cared about making her emotional wellbeing somewhat. Actually how much was subject to interpretation. With Gotham, she could not exactly tell upfront whether he actually cared two shakes or not. Once again the nickname “honey” appealed to Kashmir, but she was a little more on her guard. It toyed with her a bit because she felt special for whatever darned reason. It made a part of her jump with inward glee. The question was was would special be enough to satisfy her in the long run though?

In this situation, she had to be aware of her surroundings for her own sake. Everything in Kashmir was telling her that she had to be. The only way that she was going to save her own skin was just that...save her own skin. There was no rescuer going to come to her aid. There was no knight going to ride in and sweep her up into her arms. Nope, that was not going to happen any time soon, if at all. And, in all honesty, the striped mare did not want that. She knew that she possessed strengths enough to handle it. Gotham’s words were saying that his intentions were pure as well, but it was a toss-up to see what he would actually do. The man came closer to her, and there was little division between the two of them.

Kashmir’s golden eyes looked into his mismatched gaze when it came to meet hers. She let her eyes stare into his for as long as he would allow. There is a common saying that the eyes are the windows to the soul, but one eye did not even appear to have one peeking through. At certain intervals, it did not even look like an eye was there. That was admittedly a little daunting to the mare. Was there actually something living in this shell of a man? But there appeared to be truth there in his looks, and a sadness prevailing there. Had she really made him that upset so quickly? Now he was the one who was upset. It was funny sometimes how the tide turned. In one minute, out another. Out one minute, in another.

To the mare’s question about marriage and wife material, Gotham posed an interesting one in return, as well as a statement too. It made Kash’s eyebrows rise slightly on her forehead. How could he know? She did not know how he could know in such a short period honestly, and she said as much. “I have no real idea how men choose their wives. I have heard stories before where they lay eyes upon a woman once, and just…know,” Kashmir’s tone had dropped some of its spitefulness. It was still low in volume, but not as nasty per se. The reason Kash had not left was because of the thrills and chills of this man. He was right. And he was right about the next thing as well…sort of.

“Yes, there is excitement in the unknown sometimes,” the mare said, pressing slightly forward still. If Gotham was not a dog, then he certainly was an Angler fish. They were the ones with the sharp teeth and lights on their heads. Angler fish were infamous for enticing others and then chewing them to bits. Nasty specimen they were, but also very intriguing in a way too. Kashmir was trying not to think about that though. They were not fish; they were horses, and bees, and tigers, and dogs as well. What a strange mix that was. But apparently it was good enough for the two of them.

“All dogs are made to be lovable and friendly from the start. They have wagging tails, sloppy wet kisses, and plenty of love to spare. Dogs have big hearts, and will do whatever it takes to please their owners. That is what makes them the ultimate companion animals. Despite this fact, it all depends on who is training them. Their desire to please makes them lethal in the wrong hands. Dogs that are treated poorly still have the capacity to love, but sometimes it is beaten out of them. Those are the ones that are put down to their deaths. It is not their fault.” The mare’s words were cynical, but unfortunately, they were the truth sometimes. “Which one of those are you?” she asked.

“Kashmir, my name is Kashmir. What do you go by?”        

ooc - @Gotham City Uh oh, she's starting to believe him :o  


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The monster had a brewing feeling he might finally be getting somewhere. It was about time, too. The point of his compass pointed perfectly due south as he refused to protest the positive reaction to his despicable manipulation. It hardly flickered as his mind washed over any whisper of an idea that this might come back to bite him. Of course, it might. That was a perfectly viable and plausible situation for this to turn into. The zebra mare was not an unlikely candidate for a feisty woman and that was partially what had drawn the man to her in the first place. With every sugar coated word she spoke, he found himself more and more impatient to do with her what he had come here to do.

 
It would not be true to say the stallion was unaware of the wrong he was doing. He was entirely aware. He just didn’t care. A fraction of his mind suggested that maybe this mare is not someone he should toy with. Not because he cares for what she might do, how she might retaliate, but rather for there is an interesting feature about her that might tilt his interests in a way he has not yet been able to define. If he could’ve shook his head without the mare noticing and questioning such odd behaviour, he would’ve. There is no benefit in finding any attachment to a mare, nor a stallion for that matter, when their only purpose to him is materialistic. He could not stress, to himself no less, anymore that he was only here for a one-night arrangement and nothing more. Quite frankly, even better for it if she would ultimately produce him a child and continue his blood line without any more effort than his initial evening entertainment.
 
She allowed his movement and returned the gesture with a flit of her eyes to match his unmoving stare. The golden hue to her orbs was quite captivating, and he held her gaze many a second more than perhaps would’ve been necessary or ordinary. Still, there was a way the stallion managed to make it okay. Charming, in fact, rather than creepy or unnerving as it could’ve happened to be. Maybe it was the creeping smile pulling at his lips, the tilting of his ears forward and towards the gentle sounds of the mare’s breathing. His heart was beginning to thud an irregular rhythm in his chest but only with the anticipation of what surely must’ve been approaching. He allows a brief, deep chuckle to flee his throat at the woman’s confusion in how a man claims love at first sight. He is a stranger to the concept himself, finds it quite preposterous even that anyone should want to love a single being and no one else for the rest of their life, but he offers an amorous response, anyway. ”I am not sure, either, though I suppose I wouldn’t be surprised if a man wanted to steal you away for his own immediately, given that pretty face.” he had noted with this woman that there was no harm in flattery.
 
She stepped forwards, mirroring his prior movement as she put mere inches between the two. The tension between them was palpable, one would expect you could even cut it with a butter knife, and served for quite a dim, seductive atmosphere. Her response regarding Gotham’s being referred to as a dog made the man laugh a little louder. A fraction of his amusement mightn’t even have been feigned. In reality there was likely no breed, no specimen of dog he could be likened to. He was his own man, his personality unalike that of any general creature and tailored purely and solely to himself. But of course, such an answer would likely only pose to scare the pretty lady of. So, as with the rest of his responses this evening, Gotham lied. He plastered a goofy smile on his black maw, groaned inwardly at the things he did for sex sometimes, and responded, ”Well, honey, consider yourself my master and I your beloved companion,” he closed the remaining distance between them and pressed his figure into the fae’s with a gentle force like that of an excitable puppy. He buried his maw in the thick of her mane at the base of her neck and nuzzled it gently, figuring that perhaps literally licking her face or body might be taking the metaphor a little too far and damaging the believability of his act. ”And you tell me what kind of dog you think I am.”
 
His giant stature allowed the beast to crane his neck entirely over the woman’s withers and tilt his head to look at her from the other side of her body. His smile disappeared as the expression in his eyes turned a little more sultry. ”Kashmir,” he mused, turning the name over his tongue with a flawless art of seduction, ”Kashmir.” once more for impact, he knew a girl could rarely resist her name spoken so meticulously by a man she wanted so much. ”Likened to that of an expensive fabric, yet why am I not surprised that a girl as exquisite as you should be named for such a luxury.” this, at least, was truth that he spoke.
 
”My name is Gotham City, honey, but you can call me Gotham.”

Kashmir !! this is getting interesting


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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 1:56 AM. (Edited: Jan 11 2018, 2:04 AM by Kashmir.)
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She wanted to trust him. She wanted to believe in every single syllable that came from his mouth. And maybe it was the hope that there was something good about him that eased her into a calmer state. Kashmir was not quite so on edge as she was before. Sure there was still apprehension nestled within her. But it was slightly abated as well. The mare’s guard wall had been put down a bit where she could just peek over the top. It left her a little bit vulnerable to do that too though; if she could see out of it, surely he could see in as well. That was the risk that she was going to have to take Kashmir supposed. In order to delve deeper with Gotham, she was going to have to expose a little bit of herself too. It was a twofold thing for her to think about. The woman could not expect to get an opening while being closed off herself. This exchange was something she never really had to deal with in the past, although it was happening then. With other horses, they would reciprocate back and forth without difficulty. However this one, this was a harder nut to crack. Whether he was being truthful to her or not was still up in the air. Apparently his little black book did have a few changes from the one Kashmir used most often. But, make no mistake; she did have her own repertoire to use as well. And they had yet to be used up to that point.  

Their eyes made contact for a fleeting moment, though they stayed locked onto one another for quite a bit. While this was going on, Kashmir too felt a thudding in her chest, though it was for a different reason than Gotham’s. Hers was not so much adrenaline driven as so much attraction driven. Kashmir’s honeyed eyes probably did not blink for the entire duration. Time seemed to stop, and the mare’s surroundings blurred out into oblivion. This feeling that she was feeling for the titan was not love, she knew that for certain then. Love would not only have created this initial sensation, but also shot off fireworks, made her feel weak in the knees, and something…more. Kashmir had witnessed it happen as a bystander over and over again for various pairs. Thus far, it had not come for her though. Perhaps this was the foundation for what love could eventually be, but there was still the element of chance; it was waiting, lurking even. If the opportune moment appeared…well that would be fortunate, and Kash would take it.

It was the man’s laugh that broke through the magnetism of their eye contact. Kashmir looked away suddenly, and she shook her dark mane vivaciously. The remnants of that moment disappeared into thin air. But he pulled her back in with a compliment, and then she realized what was going on. She was like a yoyo on a string to him. Kashmir would tear away from Gotham, only to be looped back up into his hand. The hybrid mare was driven to get away, though she could not cut ties with him, and the string a leash around her throat. Oh bloody friggin’ heck. It was only getting tighter too, more suffocating by the seconds. What was worse about the whole thing? Kashmir liked it. She hated it, and she actually liked it at the same time. One never knows what is going to happen in a situation until they are actually there. They can say this, that, and the other no doubt. However, the heat of the moment changes things sometimes. Fighting this was almost futile the longer it got drawn out. She knew his tricks, she could smell his deceit, yet she almost lusted for it. She wanted to envelope him in her possession and own him. The mare not only wanted string, but she desired chains and a deadbolt lock with no key too. There was only one bottom line.

Kashmir wanted Gotham, and she was going to get him.

“Why thank you, my pet,” Kashmir said, once more intoxicated by his touch, and by the very smell of him. She reveled in the fact that they almost snaked together, a grin caressing her features. The once chilly reception she had given the stallion was now warm and inviting. Perhaps in an alternate reality, the woman could have stayed there permanently. She could have just melted away into nothingness in the throes of passion. That would be the best of both worlds, the fondness and the temptation all intertwined into one. For a moment, she could imagine being in the arms of her true lover, the one and the only lover she wanted to have. But it was not him that she stood with then; he was now a play thing that soothed the itch of her desire. “You are an obedient dog, that is what you are to me now. Woof woof.” They were playing a game of seduction again together, the voraciousness of Kash’s anger turned into sensuality. Her words were whispered as close to his ears as she could possibly manage from that position.
     
His name was Gotham City or Gotham for short. Kashmir was briefly interested in how the stallion got that name for a second, but was not about to ask. It certainly was a unique name, that was for sure, probably one that would not be duplicated any time soon. However, what they were doing was the “hold all questions until the end” kind of meeting. No time for stopping now, the freight train was barreling down the tracks with a one way ticket to nowhere. Kash had to get on it or get left behind in the dust. Surely she did not want that to happen, now did she? This was getting to be too much fun for her to withstand for much longer.

“Come here, boy, come.”

ooc - @Gotham City 0.0 *ahem* Sorry Gotham 



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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 3:41 PM. (Edited: Jan 11 2018, 3:42 PM by gotham city.)
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Oh, how naïve. How beautifully, stupidly naïve. It could’ve been the case that the striped mare had some sort of knowledge of what was going on, what exactly Gotham was doing to her, but if she knew then she didn’t care. Otherwise, she had truly fallen down the hole the behemoth had dug for her, and he couldn’t give a shit. She had submitted herself in preparation to be his evening’s entertainment, even if his encouragement to make her do so was by allowing her to play the dominant role. Lesson be learned that you are often more likely to achieve success should you submit and make yourself appear submissive, inferior.
 
He is not a submissive looking man, it doesn’t take great amounts of intelligence to work out that much. His stature is among the largest in all of Elysium, made only to appear larger by the heaving bulk of muscle attached to his strong-boned frame. The black of his hide is intimidating, deathly dark, and the cyan of his markings so eye-catching that one cannot simply forget him once they have taken in his figure just once. Apparently, though, his talents of manipulation were so well-practised that he succeeded in ensnaring Kashmir with little effort at all.
 
If he had less control of himself, the beast would’ve struggled to keep the laugh rolling in his stomach from surfacing and breaking his cover. But he is no amateur.
 
The tension between the pair was growing thicker and thicker as the man felt their figures pushing against each other almost subconsciously; by this point, the words they spoke to one another were entirely futile. He could only figure that, whether or not the mare had fallen for his manipulation to coerce her into bed, she was not fooled by his cool and arrogant façade. He wanted her badly, he had since he spoke his first greeting to her that evening, and the atmosphere between the two had become such that he couldn’t hide his desire, just as she couldn’t hide hers. They are animals, after all. Her voice became reminiscent of the pet name he had awarded her, filling his ears with a sickly sweet and seductive quality and beginning to send him insane with desperation. His side pressed harder against the mare’s, his only care being not to push so hard that the mare, who was of course considerably smaller and lighter than he, should fall, stagger or become irritated. He couldn’t lose her now.
 
The words she spoke next were more like commands, turning the evening into a rigmarole of heavy-petting and adult play pretend. Despite his hulking nature, though, Gotham did not care that his role was that of the submissive for once. There is certain pleasure a shameless masochist can take in being told what to do, and after all it was practically his suggestion that the mare take control of him.
 
She called him a dog, so a dog he would be. He stepped away from the warmth of her elegant figure, immediately craving the contact once more but chastising himself for being so weak to a woman’s touch. He tilted his head towards hers, brandished a mischievous smirk and dragged his tongue from the ridge of Kashmir’s cheekbone to the tip of her right ear. ”Woof,” he leered.
 
For a moment, the man could’ve sworn he saw a curiosity on the fae’s expression. Perhaps it was a question she wanted to ask. Perhaps it was a question she didn’t want to ask. But it would have to be saved for later, if she was lucky enough that Gotham would grant her a ‘later’. Unlikely, really. He wasn’t often one to stick around any longer than he had to.
 
Finally, she spoke the words he’d been itching to hear all evening. The invitation, dripping so thickly with honey he almost caught himself drooling. The man huffed a soft exhale over the tips of Kashmir’s ears, placing a short nip behind her poll, and began to make his way a second time around her exquisite figure. His pace was once more laboured, possibly even more so than with the first move he’d made earlier, as he brushed his maw over the warm skin of her back.
 
”You are so exquisite,” a whisper of truth slips out, so low it is barely audible amongst the soft evening breeze. He finally got what he wanted.
 
~~fade out~~

Kashmir aaaaaa. up to you if you wanna reply or have one more post each to round it off! either way i guess we should update the thread to a breeding roll prefix !


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Posted on Jan 11 2018, 11:42 PM.
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Things had gone from good, to very bad, and then to the best in a matter of a few hours. They started out as flirtatious acquaintances, teasing and taunting one another with scripted words of sultriness. Things then progressed to be a little more amped up on the Richter scale. Kash did not want to be touched by Gotham. She felt unclean and scandalous by being in his very presence. She wanted to know if he truly cared about her, or if his antics were indicative of otherwise. Somehow, on the last leg of this part of their journey, things shifted again. Kashmir desired the man in an almost carnivorous manner. It did not matter how she did it, only that she got him for a moment. The spidery female wanted to entangle him in her web. And he ensnared her in a trap of his own. It was one that she thought she knew of beforehand, though Kash apparently did not. And although this was the case, it was one that she would never, ever forget again.

There is something about the way specific people related to others, and what their actions meant in response. Gotham City running his mouth along the lines of her body and on her face almost sent Kashmir through the roof. Well, if there was a roof to be had. Add to that the dogged wisp of his words in her ear, and Kash was almost floored. He was just like poison in her veins. He was slowly witling down her constitution and weakening her in all the ways that she wanted him to. The mare honestly was not expecting to actually be licked in that way. But it sent shockwaves from every nerve ending in her body. She barely heard his last few words, and almost purred in response. The tigress in her was still alive and well. It probably always would be too, now that it had woken from its slumber.

“I find you rather dashing as well,” Kashmir murmured.  

[-Insert flirty eyebrows here as we fade to black-]

Their night of fun and games, angry shouts and laughter, was finally coming to a close. Many emotions had washed over Kashmir during this period, only to be drained back out of her again later on. She thought that this whole process would leave her feeling fulfilled and euphoric, but Kashmir was more sleepy and calm. Calmness was the prevailing feeling, and it was a nice one. The guard rails from before? There were no guard rails anymore. Being this intimate with someone else tore down any semblance of protection against vulnerability. There was this thing that Kashmir believed with all heart. It was that when two creatures came together in this manner, a piece of their soul was left with the other. That was why it was so profound for her to be intimate, and it was such a fragile state to be in. It was too late to take it back though. The hands of time could not be rewound nor altered. Did she feel remorse? No, the mare could not say that she could at all. From the very beginning, she knew the repercussions of her actions. Kash almost welcomed the consequences even. However, she did feel like there was something missing there.

In Kashmir’s dreams as a young filly, she wondered and wished what her mate would end up like when she was older. She made a promise to herself that only one man would be allowed to sweep her off of her hooves. He would be the only one who would have access to her heart in that way. Well, obviously, that did not end up being the case here. A monkey wrench or curve ball was thrown into her perfectly laid out plans. Such usually was the case for most unfortunately. Plans simply become “what ifs” instead of coming to fruition. The lack of fulfillment there had to stem from broken promises to herself. Her innocence was willingly given to the glowing giant forever and always. That was some kind of notion when put into perspective. Wherever he went, and wherever she went, Gotham was now a part of Kashmir. He might not think so as much, that was for him to decide. But that was the way it was with her. The hybrid mare had taken the apple from the snake, and while she fought to resist taking a bite, it did not work. The one fruit she told herself not to eat until it was ripe now left a juicy taste on her lips and tongue. And while it tasted delicious in its wake, what she was missing was that love and time put into it. It had not matured into something real or organic, it simply just was what it was.      

She thought that she felt Gotham’s body next to her, but, in that moment, the mare was just too tired to care. The calmness that she felt was too much to be disturbed. There was a stark difference between that and her level of contentment, but she would have to deal with that later. The Friesian Zebra was placid and resting, but not entirely content. Kashmir coiled in on herself, letting her eyes flutter closed, and her breath become even. Little did she know, the future had a lot more in store for her than she originally had expected.  

[-Exit Kash through sleep-]

ooc - @Gotham City  





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