Lost (open)

[Ashley]

She raised her head, not knowing where she was. It was pretty scary for her being in a total new place. A place she never had known about until now to be exact. So sad it seemed that she had to be so new to an place, she wasn't used to it. Nope she hadn't really been anywhere in the past few days believe it of not. She did not know why, she just needed some time to herself. She didn't flinch as the sound of Pigeons flying over her. They were quite stupid birds she thought bitterly to herself. She wish they would stop their chat just one, so she wouldn't have to listen to them. Annoying as they were she would have to deal with putting up with them.

She thought bitterly to herself as she walked forward knowing that was her only option really. She wouldn't let her thoughts get the best of her, never. Never would she be a fool, never. She could not let it, only the weak let that happen. Stubborn she was, she walked forward, determined to not stop. She couldn't let anything like that get the best of her. She might be a mare, she wouldn't be considered of lower class though. She fretted over that she would, don't think negatively she told herself. It seemed to of helped because more positive of thoughts filled her mind. She wouldn't let it take control of her again she decided. She'd be a fool if she let that happen, a very big fool.

Scared when a sudden loud sound hit her ears, she squealed loudly doing a half rear. She backed into a tree, fear going through her at that very moment. She soon recovered from the big scare and soon started on her way again. She knew she shouldn't let noises get her, she did though. She sighed wondering where she was again. It struck her as odd that she did not know where she was. Worried that she might be going insane she started crying not wanting to be insane. Soon a new scent filled her nostrils, she realized that it was filled with the old scents of Mares and stallions, some were new though. She sighed feeling all of a sudden that she was safe for once in her life. She laid down and started to fall asleep.

[Katty]

Jena

Dappled vixen trotted steadily through the land. Her long creamy banner whipped out behind her and her hooves stretched far out over the ground leaving deep dents. Sliding to a stop her muscles rippling under her sleek coat she peered over the landscape and her globes settled on a small figure in the distance lying down. Jena approached slowly, not wanting to scare the fae. She was a pretty thing, perhaps a new mare in Jena's land? Pretty fea nudged the sleeping figure. "Hello?" She said silkily. "I am Jena, don't be afraid, I won't hurt you" Jena wasn't sure whether she was awake yet. She nudged the pretty figure again and then stepped back to give the mare room.

[racechick]

Sigaf

Pasty canary stag entered the lands, old and fading scents of mares and stallions lingering in the air, though a riper scent hung among them. A crooked smile broke out on his kissers, blonde cow propelling into a canter. Soldiers stood curiously on the front lines, nimble columns moving him quickly for his petty size amber globes washing the land before him. There she was, a silvery mass, grulla by the looks of her. Sigaf slowed to an amble, not seeing any threats to him anywhere. "Well hello deary... Why is such a pretty little mare like yourself all alone?" He questioned, circling her tiny figure. Inhaling deeply as he rounded her rump.

Halting, the stallion smirked, "What's your name hun?" He asked, walking back around to her crania. She was a pretty thing, a perfect addition for his mob. Sigaf stepped into another circle around her, reaching out and landing a claiming nip to her seal shaded hip, "Now get up!" He commanded, raging excitement flooded his mass, blurring his sight. She was standing wasn't she? He honestly didn't care, forcing himself onto her fragile looking frame, the rebel stallion preparing to do what he did best. He didn't waste any time, thrusting his honey colored hips forward as he began to breed the mare.

Seemingly hours later, the brute ceasing his onslaugh, tawny hooves constricting to her sides like a boa. "It's been a pleasure, hasn't it sweetheart?" Marble hips pushing inward toward the fae again, "And guess what... The fun's not over..." A cheeky grin set on his evil face, auburn optics glowing with rage tinted with warmth and urge. Tightening his columns, the brute slid from her back, ruby blood staining his hooves. Harks crushing to his skull, Sigaf let his molars penetrate her hide once more, before slamming his diminutive chest into her equally small rump. "We're going to my land now, so we can play by my rules."

Sigaf's auds flickered backward, his pristine accessory members catching the sound of yet another mare. What was he to do? A wide grin spreading on his face, "And if I don't take the witness, I'll have to kill her." He threatened, hind pillars propelling him into a gallop, rounding the mare. Sliding to a halt near her rump, landing a harsh claiming nip to her dappled pelt, the stallion attempted to herd her in the direction he had sent the other mare to, the Rebel lands. Pushing his chest into the mare's haunches, he nipped her hips till they had caught up to the light slate mare. The stallion zig-zagged behind the mare's nipping them at times to keep them going in the correct direction.

[Katty]

Jena

No sooner had Jena asked the mare than a pasty white stallion galloped into their midst. Grey mare backed away from him her ears pinned her eyes glaring. “Hey!” She said indignantly as the stallion nipped her in the rump. Her back legs left the ground and she kicked her well aimed hooves at the stag. Never the less he began to herd her in the direction of his lands, presumably. She caught up with the slate grey mare. “Are you alright?” She murmured. She waited for a reply and then spoke again. “Don’t worry, I will get us out of this” Her kissers barely moved as she spoke and her head was turned away from the stallion. Jena let the stallion prod and bite her for a little bit before she got tired of it. She sat on her haunches and spun round before he could even think of the possibilities of forcing her. Her pearls clenched as she bared her teeth at the stallion. A pretty smile flittered across her maw. “Your biting of more than you can chew” She said darkly. She pinned harks against her creamy mane and pressed her tail tightly down over her backside. She dodged out of the way of the palomino horse and lunged forwards attempting to slam her front hooves into his neck. “Let us go” Jena snarled motioning to the golden. “Or I’ll beat you to a pulp, it will be no less than you deserve” Another smile settled on my pretty maw. “You’re so puny I don’t think you would last long” Dappled fae said it casually but her eyes twinkled menacingly. She tossed her head and took a few steps away. She winked at the stallion and scampered sideways her long white mane fluttering out behind her. She paused relaxing her muscles and stared intently towards the stag. “Let us go” She said in a perfectly calm and pleasant voice. “Now”

[racechick]

Sigaf

All went well at first, the mares moving easily as his ivories tasted their hides, till the motley colored fae spun around. Sigaf slid to a halt, pulling his crown away from the mare's furious jowls, a sedective grin spreading over his plush kissers; "A fiesty one... I like it." Sigaf lunged at her muzzle, skillfully landing a nip to the tip of her snout. "Now give me one good reason as to why I should let either of you go." The stallion commanded, rhythmically trotting in a sphere around the two mares. Grinding his incisiors together between his tightly clamped jaws. "Oh deary, I may be 'punty' as you say, but when you mess with the bull you'll get the horns." Sigaf retorted, rising a brow to the slate mottled vixen.

"Now I think you both should just come more willingly, and you won't get hurt..." Maybe. He finished the sentence in his head, a cunning smirk spreading over his maw. "So ladies, off to the Rebel lands we go." He beckoned, soldiers falling to mold into his skull, pearls baring at the faes; snapping at the air near their rumps, before landing harsh chomps to their flanks. This mare really thought she could over power Sigaf? Haha, she had another thing coming, loco. Sigaf snorted, thrashing his fore members at the faes, squealing loudly as he continued to lacerate the mare's with his powerful jowls.