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Dante’s Inferno

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A shadow faster than anything she could find around, bolted into the land, she was a free spirit. Unafraid of the world. She had been raised like a colt, strong and able. Her muscle a bit stronger than most mares, almost tuned like a stallions. She bounded and leaped, bucking high her heels and whinnying out to the world. She galloped like a speeding bullet of blood. When she slid to a stop, the long flowing mane twisted in front of her, coiling around her next, like a large black snake. Her tail twined around her powerful hindquarters. She reared up high; her body breathed her very essence, which was that of Andalusian blood, pure and strong. She let out a loud bellow and slammed her hooves to the ground, leaving indents. She stared over the land with hungry eyes. She wasn’t the kind to back down, and she was a fighter by heart. This was her home for now. Until someone stronger than her came along and proved her the weaker. Her nostrils were flared and her black eyes were wild with youth. She was just now 3 and her father had trusted her to leave.

She tossed her mane and pawed the ground with a black hoof. She flicked her long tail to the side, it’s black ribbon moving quickly to the side. She turned her black tipped ears to face forward as she scanned the surroundings. She gave a small snicker. Not much was here and that in a way upset her. She started a slowly walked her frame towering 16.2hh over the terra below. She stopped once more, stretching her muscles and arching her neck into a perfect form. She flipped her mane, exposing the perfect diamond on her forehead. She had relaxed a bit, not being so jumpy, but a whiff of another came to her nostrils and she bucked suddenly, giving a loud squeal as she began a tight jog, before loping with high flying steps. She smiled partly to herself. Was it bad if she loved herself? She galloped fast to a hill, bounding up the side and rearing, spinning a 360 before bellowing out to the whole place, ”I, Dante’s Inferno, I am strong! I am fierce! Come forth and play!” She knew the chances of another coming would be slim. But it was worth a chance to try.

She could hear her call echo over the land. She readied herself for anything. If a stallion answered, she would let him think her weak. Whether he is sweet or evil. He would be shown her strength in due time. She flipped her mane and drew herself up into a beautiful view. She could be a relative of the Goddess of Beauty. She pranced softly, her mane falling just right to give her a mysterious glow. She placed her hooves expertly with each step. She fluttered her lashes and then found her way to a water system, she lowered her black painted lips to the surface and drank a bit. Flipping her mane and smiling partly to herself. Now all she needed was to have some fun. She wished someone would come a bit quicker. And so she listened for the signs of any. Her eyes keen and holding a sweet and gentle air. Her body moved with grace and enchanting power. She gave herself a smile, it could melt a heart. She nodded, her forelock falling in front of one of her eyes, giving her a young, but not to young look. She knew it was her game now.

Words: 600
Muse: Great, but it will get better
Notes: Open to All. Click name at top for pic.

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Bristile


His chestnut coat glistened with a health that almost did not seem real. His dark eyes scanned the Abode. In all these years, it had not changed. It still retained the magical sort of atmosphere that it had always had. He trotted, his powerful hindquarters springing the nimble, yet muscular body in a light, bouncy trot. He enjoyed this place, he always had. As the chestnut stallion by the name of Bristile made his way up a gentle slope, the grass flowing gently in a light breeze. The place appeared empty, but his instinct told him otherwise. A snort escaped his nostrils, and then he heard it.

A bellow, a sound of joy ripped through the air, loud and clear. Not much more than a whicker of amusement escaped his lips, and he trotted towards the sound. A mare, by the smell of it. He picked up a brisk trot and made his way towards the direction of the sound. There was not a trace of any abnormality in the way he carried himself, and every aspect of him. The mare was a handsome horse, with a long mane, and black points. She had a near perfect diamond star on her forehead. Tucking his head in a little bit, he trotted elegantly up to the mare. She seemed strong, the sort of mare who didn't take any crap from anybody, particularly stallions he guessed. He looked at her, and a smile crept on his face.

"Well well," he said softly. "And who might you be, duchess?" he asked her. His voice was a little odd, almost lazy, almost as if he wanted to control. He didn't mean for it to come out that way, but it just did. He looked at her a moment. She was the sort of mare that stallions would do anything to get as close as possible too. He, of course was hardly affected. However, he was slightly disappointed in the slight lurch in the region of his stomach. Oh, you naughty boy Bristile, he scolded himself. How could he? He shook himself mentally, and contented himself with looking at the mare. He wondered what on earth would happen next.

muse; great;
notes; just thought i'd throw him in xD

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She then heard it, the noise she was waiting for. Another horse was coming. She turned her head to pick up on the sound of hoofbeats coming. She then saw the stallion as he came close to her. She smiled in the most dazzling manner to him. ”Why hello there charming. If you must really know my name, I’m Dante’s Inferno.” Her words rolled off her tongue like honeysuckle. No one would believe that she was only 3 with the way she walked and talked. Her eyes scanned over his body and she found herself oddly attracted to this stallion. Easy there girl. She smiled once more then said softly, ”Who may you be? Tall, Dark, and Handsome? Her tone had an edge on it, one of interest and fascination. She picked up a slow flowing walk, her hips rising and falling with the rhythm of her gait. She walked around her drinking in his form. She loved his coat; it was like fire to her. She couldn’t contain the sense of fascination. Her own coat was dazzling in the sun. Burning like the layers of hell had come together in one place and were now exploding into none existence.

She tossed her mane and walked around his hindquarters, before that crazy little voice whispered in her head, Bump him! Bump him! Bump him! It chanted over and over in her mind. And even though she knew what the consequences might be, she couldn’t stop herself. She let her hip brush ever so lightly over his. Letting her fiery pelt mingle with his. She tried to keep that devious smile from her lips and then the words she knew should have stayed in her mouth didn’t. ”Whoops, I guess I just can’t help myself. I’m crazy about a stallion, especially one like you.” Her words had had a seductive tone to them and she couldn’t stop her painted black lips from trailing down his withers to the line from his spine, where she slowly travel to the head of his tail and stopped. She knew she was looking for trouble. She knew she was probably going to find it. But that was Dante for you. Raised like colt and lived like one. She was strong, her muscle showed the tune of her body. She liked risks, and even if she didn’t know this stallion, she was taking a risk now.

She had been born in the winter, in the middle of a huge storm. How did she survive, it was hard to say. She found it had made her stronger than normal. She loved that. Though one thing, she loved winter and was more comfortable in the freezing cold weather, versus what they had now. She was a winter foal and it was her thing. She loved the feel of the cool snowflake on her blazing coat. To roll in that sweet white stuff and kick her black legs in the air. She loved to hop through it and kick it up into a flurry. The other foals had hated it. But the tolerated her because she had been daddy’s favorite. She smirked slightly as she came round to face the stallion. She fluttered her eyes to him, and gave him a heart melting smile. Did she intend to be his? Probably not. But then again she was a book with the cover closed and bound. Acting all sweet like this made her nearly sick to her stomach. She was the filly who would play fight and bash others around and such. Now that was what she was really like.

Words: 600
Muse: Constant
Notes: It’s fine, she likes company haha.

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Bristile

Bristile smiled a little. She was a feisty one. Some horses might think this was bad, but for him, it was fun. Some gods might have turned around and attacked at her funny, seductive tones, but Bristile was not like that. He enjoyed the fun. She was very pretty, and she liked to talk. "It would be Bristile, my young fae," he said in a silky voice. Tall, dark, handsome, sure, they could describe him, but she was being too kind. He wasn't all that handsome, especially when he was a monster. However, he kept on smiling. Snorting he followed her with his eyes as she walked around him. She was definitely a character that much was for certain.

He felt her bump up against him, and felt a twinge of annoyance. She was getting carried away, did she expect him to breed her or something? Then she told him that she was crazy about stallions, especially like him. Oh dear. This was too much. He wanted to go near her, but he didn't want to play with her feelings. No, that was too much. He didn't want to lead her on, and then just disappear. No, that was what other God's did. He was Time, he was not "Lord of the Gods who seduces mares then just runs away to find more mares. "Easy there," he said. He wasn't unkind, but there was definitely a reserved tone. "I could take you home with me, but..." he said. He had meant that as a joke. However, it did not come out quite as he had expected. He hoped she didn't freak out.

However, if she did, she would, and he would just have to take it. She was, very pretty indeed, many stallions would go to just about any lengths to take a mare like this home. Snorting, he looked at her. He wondered what she would think if she knew who he was, but most did not. He was very, very good at hiding his identity. There was only one who always seemed to know him. He looked into her eyes, and shook his head, walking around her a little bit. He held himself up tall, he wasn't just some dumb stallion, he hoped she would know that.

muse; good
notes; sorry its a little bit late

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She stared long and hard at him before letting out a laugh, throwing back her head at his expression and his words. He trailed off to nothing and she couldn’t control herself. She finally settled down and looked at him. Her flirty nature done and she laughed once more. ”Geez Bristle relax. I ain’t some psycho, crazy, hormonal mare.” She chuckled and pranced around him in a lively circle. She was young and had no thoughts of having a filly anytime soon. She stopped and tossed her black mane laughing slightly. She gave him a reassuring smile then stared at him. There was a certain air about him and she stopped mid-stride to take this in. Who are you? Her mind seemed to say as her eyes narrowed to slits. She shook her head trying to get all the crazy ideas out of her mind. She wasn’t exactly sure what it was yet. ”Anyway, like I said I’m Dante’s Inferno. I know it’s a guy’s name but I don’t care. Call me Dante.” She gave the air of Dante was all he could call her. She hated when people made fun of her name. Just because she was a girl.

She gave a toss of her head and nudged him with her nose in a friendly manner. She couldn’t get over the way this stallion sent chills down her spine. Ones that told her watch herself and don’t push it overboard. ”So Bristle, what brings you here?” She asked softly. Her eyes still on his eyes, searching for an answer to who this mystery stud was. She flicked her tail side to side. Her ears pointed toward him as her thick black forelock covered her perfect diamond. She moved a foreleg that was drenched with black. She bobbed her head flipping her mane then tasted the air for another horse. She kind of liked this stallion, Bristle. He was sweet and not like others she had seen. He was unusually patient when she was being a little twit, something she normally wouldn’t do. She tossed her mane before shaking her entire body out. Her hair puffed up then settled down. She felt that odd urge to run. Like she had to move. She knew it must be the fact she was young and vibrant and free. She liked having her freedom, it was all she really lived for right now.

Words: 400
Muse: Okay
Notes: I didn’t make my 600 word quota…. :’(