Like arrows in the dirt | Semp |

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Long mud streaked pillars snapped up high as the ivory femme struck the rivers slow moving stream. A spray of frigid water flew up and covered her thinly veiled frame leaving dark coloured spots over her thick bodice. Without the slightest of pauses in her movements Play threw herself to the ground below. Small and large pebbles alike jabbed her unforgivably in her side as she landed.    Her front legs were tucked in close with half of her body laying in the cold stream. It's low temperatures sent welcomed chills up her spine leaving in its path a burning sensation. Yet she did not rise, content for the time being to be feeling something, even if it was only pain in the form of ice like liquid.  ooc; I clearly need some prompts to write her, sorry. Don't judge me on this lol

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He had a home, rank, and a plan. All that was missing was others to help carry out this plan of world domination, or well any company for that matter. Even though the island of Kalala wasn't the largest of the lands that the black and white stud had owned in his lifetime, it was still big enough to feel lonely when it was just him wandering around aimlessly kicking up the white sand that littered the majority of it, what the sand didn't cover tall, lush, slightly salty grass grew in abundance and considering the air around him on the main land nipped with the chill of winter, Sampson was quite happy to have his little tropical paradise.
The only down side was his winter coat hadn't came in entirely so his thick muscles were the only thing protecting him from the cold, bony fingers that winter had wrapped around his broad barrel. Even then a shiver still slipped across his frame every once and a while just to remind him that he wasn't some untouchable god. Flicking his long two toned tail irritably the stallion continued on his wandering, not quite sure where exactly he was headed just knowing that he was going somewhere and would hopefully run into a pretty mare before it was time to turn around and go back to the Island. He couldn't leave the Island alone for too long since he was the only one who resided there it was suspectable to more trespassers or challengers.
A bored expression crossed over the stallion's ivory features as his heavily feathered trunks carried his massive frame forward, walking through the forest was never an easy task for the tall stallion who had to duck his eighteen point two hand high crown a few times to escape a branch. Sampson wasn't sure what had caused him to travel through the forest and he prayed it broke into some kind of clearing soon as the close proximity of the trees was beginning to make him feel uncomfortable. Just as his harks flicked back against his skull the sound of a river rushing was caught and he wondered if it would lead him to open lands.
Stretching his limbs out to make his already ground-eating stride just a smidge longer the stallion covered the forest quickly and had finally broken out of the trees only to see this grey maiden throw herself into the river. Wonder filled his mind cavity as he looked on the mare who then remained in the river, a slight smile across her features as if she was enjoying the deathly cold water rushing over her womanly frame. Snorting the stallion took a few steps closer to the mare before allowing his deep baritones to fall from his rosy velvets. "Do you enjoy the feeling of death slowly creeping into your viens?"

"SPEECH"
[Tag;; @missparadox w. Play]
[Words;; 4-7-9]
[Muse;; Gorillas – Bruno Mars (xxx-rated song lawl) ]
[Notes;; :3 he's strange. ]

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Perhaps it was the noise he made in this otherwise silent night or his stench that lingered like rain after a long summer, something reached the unmoving ivory figure curled amongst the weeds and she stirred. It was as if she had awoken to the drought breaking over head, as if she was living in the moment that the first rain made itself known. She felt suddenly alive, awoken all by the scent of a stranger, the scent of a stallion. Alive in a way that she had not been for god knows too long.  With no intention to rise however, too content in the pleasure of the water digging like shards of ice in her side. She simple remained waiting, waiting for him to come to her with no doubt that he would stray away from her listless hopeless figure. It was without effort or thought that saw Play change and mould what part she played in someone else's life. She became exactly what she needed to be to get what she desired more than anything, to be what they wanted more than anything. Of course this intricate kind of thinking was not done by Play, not for a long time had a though passed between her two white tipped harks. It simple happened, instinct, not unlike the natural drive to survive. This game that she unknowingly played was her life bread. Placed well above the need for food and water, this need greatly outstripped life itself.  White skull as muddies as the snow muddled earth below tipped up only slightly to watch his approach. She took in with an expressionless black gaze his statue, his size and colour were taken quickly into consideration before she lowered her sights once more. Gaze downcast so that when he arrived all she could see where his over sized daggers that came to pause a respectable distance away. The sheer size of him was enough to light the fire within her, excitement and anticipation entwined with one another ran amuck through her, setting her inside alight with a heady dose of adrenaline.  His voice did little to extinguish what he had started and it was moments past before Play could summon up a response. When she did speak it was in a surprisingly gentle tone, her words spoken with a level of importance, yet the faintest of rings where held deep within her tenor. The kind that hinted at a playful past, that she may be joking. " Death is but one thing that runs freely through my very veins, who am I to chase it away? " She spoke not up at him but low and into the ground, yet on her final word she flicked her gaze up, looking up at him from behind lowered thick lashes. Desire leaped like flames within her very eyes and she gave him only a seconds look before dropping them again to the ground below like a scolded child.

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Icy pools watched as the mare stirred slightly, her dark pools opening slowly as if he had interrupted her rest and caused some sort of annoyance to flicker through her veins. But the light that shone deep within her dark pools was very different than annoyance; it was something more of interest and maybe even excitement? Sampson snorted and shook his broad crown ever so slightly as he flicked his pools away from the pallid hued vixen as an uncomfortable wave washed over his massive frame from the way she was looking at him.
It had been years since a mare had given him those eyes, the way they lit up as his baritones fell from his rosy velvets and Sampson wasn’t quite sure how to react to them anymore. Not since Angel had died. He could still remember how much more child like she had become when her soft ivory side began to swell with their child, that child would have been Sampson’s first and only child thus far. At six years old the big black and white stallion could honestly say that he had no children and that the ivory maiden had been the only mare he had “known” in the biblical sense. It wasn't something he boasted about, but those who did know didn't quite believe it.
Chime like lyrics flowing from the pallid mare's smoky velvets brought the stallion out of his daze and he was lucky enough to catch on to every word before they floated away into oblivion. " Death is but one thing that runs freely through my very veins, who am I to chase it away? " Sampson's harks flicked about in amusement and the ghost of a smile crept upon his lips as he allowed her gentle voice to soak into his grey matter. Something about this mare was intriguing, she was different. Maybe even a bit odd? Had a few screws loose upstairs? Whatever it was made the black stallion want to know a little more about her.
"You have a good point Lady. It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Sampson, King of the land called Kalala." With a roll of his massive shoulders the stud took a few steps closer to the mare, but still within a safe distance of her he offered a charming smile that was said to be one of his only charming features. "Whom might I have the pleasure of meeting on such a...beautiful winter day?" In all honesty the stallion wasn't a big fan of winters. He much rathered his summers on the islands that he had been raised on. There he had his wonderful storms that caused chaos whereever they traveled. But here on the mainland everything was either freezing cold or blistering hot and it drove him up the walls, why couldn't they all just be normal Island types like himself?


"SPEECH"
[Tag;; Claimer]
[Words;; 4-8-3]
[Muse;; Shake That – Eminem ]
[Notes;; w00t another Sam table ]