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Post by ibrevity on Sept 5, 2010 10:09:23 GMT -5
[note- I am roleplaying Queen as not-pregnant here, as she's considerably less fun when pregnant. xD Just so everybody knows. c:]
For once in a long time, Queen was entirely alone. She had been flocked by her companions for the past few months but had finally escaped their cluthes after yelling at a particular white buck and making him keep everybody else back. The doe needed some space.
She lifted her chin and took a deep breath of the soft weather, pleased with how comfortable the temperature was. A faint flick of one ear caught the scurrying of something through the underbrush but she ignored it; she wasn't in the mood to hunt in any way, and began walking forward to a patch of grass that looked patricularly appetizing.
If she had judged this right, she only got a few hours before eventually, the bucks started creeping back in. She paused and thought over that for a moment and decided it would work; plenty of time to have a nice, silent, grazing session.
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Post by 3B on Sept 5, 2010 10:28:18 GMT -5
Ford stumbled clumsily, his head hurting. He'd spent all light and half of the morning giving in to his impulses, and his headache and the blood between his legs and on his teeth proved it. With his dark green eyes unfocused, it was all he could do to not run into the nearest tree or rock, let alone walk straight. With a grunt, he fell forward, his tangled-up front legs beneath and behind him. He didn't bother talking to himself, nor berating himself for being so foolish as to believe that a simple beating session would solve all of his problems. No, it'd take a lot more than that to erase his masculine nature, let alone bring on a feminine one. And so, tail and rear stuck high in the air, he sighed and closed his eyes.
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Post by ibrevity on Sept 5, 2010 14:19:32 GMT -5
It was only the scent of blood that drew her attention. Queen lifted her head and inhaled, curious, taking a few steps forward to peer around the curve of underbrush that hid the buck lying behind.
She blinked at his positioning, obviously briefly doubting his sanity, before she vaguely recognized him as Ford, a highly odd stag in the herd. Apparently she'd been right in figuring he was a little off.
Flicking her tail, she lowered her face a little to look closer; ah, so that was where the scent of blood was coming from. He was hurt. "You dead yet, kid?" She asked after a moment, a lilting grin playfully curving her muzzle.
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Post by 3B on Sept 5, 2010 16:05:55 GMT -5
Ford grunted, his tail automatically drooping over his groin to hide the source of the blood. Slowly, he hauled himself to his hooves, dropping his head slightly- the whispers of Queen's attitude hadn't passed him by. "No, not dead... fortunately or unfortunately, anyone can be the judge." Submissively, he backed up and positioned himself in a way that would hide his issue, though he couldn't really hide the scuffs and battering on his horns.
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Post by ibrevity on Sept 5, 2010 16:12:05 GMT -5
"You're Ford, are you not?" She purred in her lilting undertone, those dark, crimson-black eyes of her scorching his form. Queen took a rather passive role in the herd; she was generally well-known, for rather improper reasons, and she knew the mundane members only from afar.
Absently, she lifted one ear and noticed the scuffs that ruined his polished horns. She quirked her head but did not comment on it; apparently it was not something he wished to remark on, and she had something else to focus on anyway, like getting in some grazing before her companions distracted her again.
Reminded again of her original goal, Queen leaned down and snatched a rich bite from the ground, chewing it rather cheerfully.
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Post by 3B on Sept 5, 2010 18:55:34 GMT -5
"I am, yes. And you're Queen." His voice was low, and he took another step backward. Unfortunately for him, this path involved a root, and he found his rear planted onto the ground with a thump and low, pain-filled bleat. He hastily covered himself up again, ignoring the fact that specks of blood had, by now, reached his hooves, and a bath in the river was becoming necessary.
"What- ah, what are you up to, over this way...?"
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Post by ibrevity on Sept 5, 2010 19:45:45 GMT -5
The tingling scent of blood made her nose twitch, and she faintly narrowed her eyes down at him. Completely bypassing his question, she merely frowned. "You should probably go bathe. You're bleeding all over the flowers." She commented, lifting her ears as she studied him.
A faint grin curved her muzzle, however, as she took another step closer, replacing the distance he had put between them. "Want some company on your walk?" She purred, almost playful. He was being rather... odd.
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Post by 3B on Sept 5, 2010 22:05:16 GMT -5
Ford righted himself, his hind legs slow to obey him. He looked in the direction of the river and shuddered heavily, the mere thought of the water scaring him half to death. No, he'd have to bathe the feline way, which meant... ugh. "I'll... I'll bathe here... if you don't mind... I, ah.... The river looked really fast today, I don't want to drown." Ears flipped back, he inwardly groused in disappointment at himself- that, he had to admit, was the lamest excuse in the history of lame excuses.
"I... I can take some company here, though...."
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Post by ibrevity on Sept 6, 2010 10:51:10 GMT -5
A slow, devious grin was all that betrayed her wickedness. She folded her legs below her and settled down on the grass, her vividly dark eyes remaining on him.
For the briefest second, she had been able to detect the stench of fear on him, and for some reason, she had some belief that it wasn't from her. Quietly, she glanced behind him, surveying the river, and saw nothing else; to her, the water did seem perhaps a little faster then usual, and maybe a few inches higher, but it was nothing that would have driven her off.
"How did you get hurt, Ford?" She asked absently, still mulling over his phobia. She stole another bite of grass and chewed it almost cheerfully, turning her attention straight back on to him.
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Post by 3B on Sept 6, 2010 19:58:11 GMT -5
Ford winced. "Opossum. Found a nest... the mother decided to attack." ... Never mind the inconsistencies. For a wild, fleeting second, he berated himself for not spreading his wounds out to make his excuses believable, but no- his fictional 'possum just so happened to be obsessed with only attacking his lower belly. Perfect excuse. Absolutely not see-though.
Carefully, he settled on his side, giving his poor mutilated bum a break, and started cleaning the blood off of his lower hind legs, starting from his hooves and going up.
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Post by ibrevity on Sept 12, 2010 17:04:32 GMT -5
A slow drawl of sarcasm climbed straight out of her mouth. "An opossum?"
She remained where she was for a moment, her gaze scorching into him, before she drew a lazy bite from the grass and chewed it. It was not surprising that Queen held such a manic reputation in the herd with her glassy black eyes looking like that.
Seeing as she was already settled into the grass, Queen stretched out her forelegs straight and relaxed her muscles, figuring that there was little danger that could stem from the bleeding buck. One eye glanced him over; in fact, he seemed about as scary as a wounded duck.
"I was fairly certain that opossums attacked your underbelly, not your..." Although she didn't finish the sentence, her wicked grin did. "Must have been an unusual specimen."
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Post by 3B on Sept 12, 2010 17:39:40 GMT -5
"Big 'possum. With big... teeth...." He trailed off, feeling like a moron, preferring to go back and lick his wounds- well, that is, until he snorted indignantly.
"Highly unusual. Yeah." Ears flicked back, he tried to [submissively] look a little big more dignified, more ram-like. "But I fought it. Nasty battle. Bloody. You shoulda seen the other guy- er, well, the girl." He shook his head, as if trying to clear it, his nasty headache rising to bite him in the ass. If he'd been able to just think, he might have been able to weasel out of this without any problems. Alas....
"Just a flesh wound... it'll heal." -'unfortunately.'.
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Post by ibrevity on Sept 16, 2010 17:59:38 GMT -5
The young doe quirked her brow, an amused grin crossing her muzzle. She did not break into his explanation though and allowed him to fend off the obvious; that she knew he was lying straight through his teeth to her.
Entertained, Queen snatched another bite from the ground and as she chewed it, grinned at it. "So, Ford... tell me about yourself. Why were you out wandering alone when you came across that opossum anyway?" She drawled lazily, both ears flicked forward; it was the only sign that betrayed she was honestly paying attention.
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Post by 3B on Sept 17, 2010 17:03:21 GMT -5
Ford, thankful for the temporary relief, relaxed slightly, his long legs losing some of their tension. He hated how he had to dance around questions, but he knew that it was entirely necessary. A strong femme such as the one before him, with that kind of knowledge... could potentially be highly dangerous. And so, despite his relief, he remained on edge.
"Just... wandering. Thinking. I like to think my way through problems and the like... keeps things going, I guess...." He stirred and went back to his cleaning, highly reluctant to lift his leg and reveal the carnage underneath. He'd have to deal with that later.
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Post by ibrevity on Sept 19, 2010 18:51:40 GMT -5
"It possibly would have been more safe to think throughout the protection of the herd." She mused with a playful smirk, and this time her dark onyx eyes did not wander away from his own guilty gaze. Queen had discovered that she oozed an aura of intimidation. Interesting to contemplate.
After a moment, she broke off the stare and surveyed the grass to find another good bite, nudging the blades free from the soil and stealing another. "I find you interesting, Ford." She commented blatantly, grinning at him. "Very interesting. Why don't you ever take does during the Siv?" Innocent enough question, she suspected.
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Post by 3B on Sept 22, 2010 17:28:00 GMT -5
"Perhaps," Ford carefully replied, choosing his words very carefully, "but rarely am I called upon. I am no soldier. I do not guard. I only fight when the herd truly needs me." Ears flattened submissively, he tried not to beg for mercy- that would make his situation, ah, worse.
"Glad you find me so... I find myself quite boring... and pathetic." Frowning, he turned his dark green eyes to the grass as he carefully worded his next answer, speaking slowly as he strings it up. "There are... few that wish to take me."
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Post by ibrevity on Sept 29, 2010 22:39:24 GMT -5
Queen's laughter was real.
"Not many who wish to take you, eh?" She purred, and despite recently getting over her first child herself, her amusement was real. And so was her sharp, pricked interest.
After an awkward spell of silence, she grinned over at him. "Perhaps next Siv you should allow me to take you." She commented, and it was almost flippant, off-hand; but the pressure in her dark gaze was anything but. In fact, she seemed rather focused in on his reaction, whatever it may be.
"Though I suppose allow is the wrong wording." She added after another heartbeat, her words slow and smooth. "Maybe I should switch it with expect..."
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Post by 3B on Oct 1, 2010 22:24:37 GMT -5
Ford shifted his legs, the unfamiliar feeling of what could only be termed as "Want" surging through his system. The idea greatly pleased him, though he daren't let it show. He'd be called a freak. An abomination. A screw-up... and that just....
"I... if you wish." Carefully, he shifted onto his belly, his hind legs keeping his rear just off of the ground. He tried to look as relaxed as possible, despite the submissive look in his eyes. He couldn't act intimidated. He couldn't act as though he could actually find such a domineering ewe incredibly arousing. That... that was unnatural. Inexcusable. ... Wasn't it?
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Post by ibrevity on Oct 1, 2010 23:55:30 GMT -5
The thin scent of lust threaded between them. Queen's grin became voracious and she leaned forward a few more inches, her dark gaze boring into his own. Yes, this was definitely amusing enough to keep her attention. By this time she would hae wandered off already had it been anyone else; but this was different. This ram had a unique thought process.
"Ya know, kiddo, you should really just speak your mind." She drawled, a thick honey purr rumbling through her throat. "I know that you seem to like me, but since you won't actually tell me what you're thinking, this conversation is practically a guessing game."
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Post by 3B on Oct 5, 2010 8:36:18 GMT -5
Ford's head immediately lowered in a passive manner. He watched in half- innocence, half- lust as his dreams of a dominant female seemed to blossom before him.
"Apologies, m'lady. But not many seem to share my thoughts... I often feel... disconnected... when I share 'em. I... there aren't many out there with my tastes, it seems." If he could truly blush, he would have; instead, he rearranged his front hooves shyly, already satisfied with the position of his hind appendages- well, minus the one his was hiding, but that's beyond the point.
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