I Kissed A Boy....[PG-13 Maturity Level] [Private]
Feb 8, 2015 23:42:28 GMT -5
Post by valiantshadow on Feb 8, 2015 23:42:28 GMT -5
Players: pony-bones' Cain and ValiantShadow's Grange
Location: In and around the Summer Fields
Time: Just After Objective IV
Warnings: Sexual themes, Ideologically sensitive material, possible language, and possible (slight) gore warning (PG-13)
Plot: After Grange is found in a compromising position with a loner stallion, Cain confronts him to mark him with the infamous four diamonds.
Grange
The small champagne stallion's breath was still coming in gasps as he trotted down the hill, his head swimming, filled with a warm, fuzzy thoughtlessness. It was a high Grange thought he would never get used to. Of course, it was an empty feeling, and he always crashed after a few hours of the dizzying high, but that was a good thing, really, because it meant he could go back out to acquire another hit. No, no poisonous mushrooms or other druglike plants were used to create this feeling; fulfilling a desire of the flesh was what got the champagne stallion high. After Cethin backstabbed him, he had begun to search for some kind of revenge, some anesthetic to take the pain away. The casual affair with passing loner stallions worked just fine for Grange. It seemed to work pretty well for the travelers as well.
As he made his way towards the summer fields, Grange wondered what number he was on now; he'd lost count, honestly. He stopped, turning back to watch the other stallion's silhouette disappearing down the other side of a small rise. He was muscular, large, unmistakeable for a mare. So unlike Grange, whose spindly legs and slender frame often earned him ridicule. No wonder my back hurts after THAT, the stallion though, shaking himself to work loose a kink in his spine that had arisen recently. I either need to rethink the pecking order of this, or find someone lighter to do, the champagne stallion mused silently, smirking to himself at the thought. He wasn't going to pay attention to little details like that; so long as the basic criteria (male, dominant) were met, he had no quarrels with weight, body type or looks, really.
Sighing, Grange turned away from the rise and made his way down the rest of the hill, pausing at the bottom of the knoll to grab a mouthful of grass. Back to guarding the broods, I guess, the stallion thought, sighing as he stared at the moon drenched landscape. It was a relatively calm night, with only a slight breeze here and there to penetrate the stillness of the early spring weather. Quite nice weather, honestly. The stallion smirked, thinking of how he'd chosen to waste such a warm night trying to get warmer. But, winter won't be around for a long time. So why wait? he thought, beginning his trek back to where the mares were being held that night.
As he began walking slowly towards the herd, Grange began to silently mull over how he'd changed since the ugly dispute with Cethin. He used to be so shy, so intensely sure that true love existed, and could somehow find him in this mess of a herd. Nowadays, he was short with his friends, and his nights were spent wide awake and roving about, searching to satisfy whatever desire he felt the need to, rather than sleeping or actually doing his duty as he used to. The old Grange never would have acted this way; he would never take such large risks. All of these actions directly contradicted Bachelor law. But the old Grange hadn't had his heart broken. The old Grange had not watched his mate father a foal with a mare. The old Grange had not been to war. This Grange was looking for a way to push the pain aside. and he found one that worked all too well. And the risks made him feel all that more alive. Now he just had to avoid being caught...
Location: In and around the Summer Fields
Time: Just After Objective IV
Warnings: Sexual themes, Ideologically sensitive material, possible language, and possible (slight) gore warning (PG-13)
Plot: After Grange is found in a compromising position with a loner stallion, Cain confronts him to mark him with the infamous four diamonds.
Grange
The small champagne stallion's breath was still coming in gasps as he trotted down the hill, his head swimming, filled with a warm, fuzzy thoughtlessness. It was a high Grange thought he would never get used to. Of course, it was an empty feeling, and he always crashed after a few hours of the dizzying high, but that was a good thing, really, because it meant he could go back out to acquire another hit. No, no poisonous mushrooms or other druglike plants were used to create this feeling; fulfilling a desire of the flesh was what got the champagne stallion high. After Cethin backstabbed him, he had begun to search for some kind of revenge, some anesthetic to take the pain away. The casual affair with passing loner stallions worked just fine for Grange. It seemed to work pretty well for the travelers as well.
As he made his way towards the summer fields, Grange wondered what number he was on now; he'd lost count, honestly. He stopped, turning back to watch the other stallion's silhouette disappearing down the other side of a small rise. He was muscular, large, unmistakeable for a mare. So unlike Grange, whose spindly legs and slender frame often earned him ridicule. No wonder my back hurts after THAT, the stallion though, shaking himself to work loose a kink in his spine that had arisen recently. I either need to rethink the pecking order of this, or find someone lighter to do, the champagne stallion mused silently, smirking to himself at the thought. He wasn't going to pay attention to little details like that; so long as the basic criteria (male, dominant) were met, he had no quarrels with weight, body type or looks, really.
Sighing, Grange turned away from the rise and made his way down the rest of the hill, pausing at the bottom of the knoll to grab a mouthful of grass. Back to guarding the broods, I guess, the stallion thought, sighing as he stared at the moon drenched landscape. It was a relatively calm night, with only a slight breeze here and there to penetrate the stillness of the early spring weather. Quite nice weather, honestly. The stallion smirked, thinking of how he'd chosen to waste such a warm night trying to get warmer. But, winter won't be around for a long time. So why wait? he thought, beginning his trek back to where the mares were being held that night.
As he began walking slowly towards the herd, Grange began to silently mull over how he'd changed since the ugly dispute with Cethin. He used to be so shy, so intensely sure that true love existed, and could somehow find him in this mess of a herd. Nowadays, he was short with his friends, and his nights were spent wide awake and roving about, searching to satisfy whatever desire he felt the need to, rather than sleeping or actually doing his duty as he used to. The old Grange never would have acted this way; he would never take such large risks. All of these actions directly contradicted Bachelor law. But the old Grange hadn't had his heart broken. The old Grange had not watched his mate father a foal with a mare. The old Grange had not been to war. This Grange was looking for a way to push the pain aside. and he found one that worked all too well. And the risks made him feel all that more alive. Now he just had to avoid being caught...
