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Post by Caoimhe Aisling on Jun 8, 2013 22:21:15 GMT -5
éalaigh liom The gulls called with shrill ferocity as she stalked across the wooden pier, weaving between the ankles of men and women. Cats were a common sight in a place like this, and no one paid Caoimhe any heed as she tailed rats around. The rats were plentiful here, coming off ships and boarding others, or just infesting the many warehouses and surrounding countryside. They were black and brown and some were grey, with whiskered noses and beady eyes; many carried disease, and gave off a sour stench she found utterly nauseating. But she wasn't here for the rats, they were just a cover; a cat not hunting rats would have drawn at least the children's attention. She was here because Port Seang was only a six day journey from her lake, and she'd heard rumours of another kelpie swimming around in these waters. The description matched that bitch Siobhan and Caoimhe couldn't stand the thought of that useless twit living so close. So she prowled around chasing rats and eye balled the water, deciding how best to approach the situation. If she took a predatory form the sailors might see her in the water and attack, but if she took a harmless form Siobhan could attack her before she had a chance to react. She pondered it for a while, and finally made a decision; she padded to the edge of the longest pier and slipped into the water before anyone noticed her. As she sank, she switched her body from a cat to a blue shark; the water was deep and dark, it had been silly of her to think humans would be able to see below the surface well enough to see her. She set about investigating the waters of Port Seang for several miles in every direction, seeking out her younger sister. After several hours, she turned up no signs of the younger kelpie. Caoimhe returned to land satisfied, and emerged a mile away from the port, taking human form as she did. She quickly dressed in clothing she had stashed earlier, that she'd acquired to blend in to the area. She enjoyed the walk back to Seang, it was rather serene in the forest, and the birdsongs were charming, coupled with the soft rush of the sea. When she reached the port she slipped into the crowds and quickly became just another face. It always amused her how easily fooled humans were, and she cast her eyes around for something fun to do. |
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Post by Zoran on Jun 11, 2013 16:17:07 GMT -5
Zoran often felt at home in Muireach. He was close to the sea, which always reminded him of horses when a wave of white stallions would gallop and crash into the shore. He had to admit, they were beautiful, even if they were common nags. The ocean breeze blew his mane back, scattering the last remains of the flowers some maiden had braided into their earlier...just like he had scattered the last remains of her virginity. It had been fun, even though she had just been a beginner.
A smile came over his lips as he spotted a familiar human form not so far in front of him and he stepped out onto the pier, his hooves landing with a thunk-thunk, thunk-thunk on the wooden floorboards. Although the two-leggeds around him did not question the fact that a unicorn was strolling amongst them, Zoran did receive several surprised stares, and the unicorn stared right back, giving them his best smolder. Finally, he reached her, he hung his head over her shoulder, despite towering over her, and nickered.
"Fancy seeing you here." He purred, "Care to go for a ride?"
It was a innuendo, of course, but the literal offer still remained, and Zoran did not give the privilege of riding on his back to many. She should take pleasure in his generosity...and take pleasure in the other things he offered.
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Post by Caoimhe Aisling on Jun 19, 2013 13:42:06 GMT -5
éalaigh liom Caoimhe was eyeing a large bag of oranges sitting atop a wooden chest when she heard the sound of hooves on the pier. She paid it no heed, assuming it was some guardsman or lordling who felt it beneath himself to walk among the rest of them; it happened often enough. Her attention was on the exotic round fruits, their sweet tangy scent strong in her predators nose. Kelpies were perhaps not truly carnivores, but more omnivorous, at least when in the form of omnivorous creatures; Caoimhe liked fruit, occasionally at least. But as she began to sidle toward the oranges, intent on taking two or three, a silky white head appeared over her shoulder, startling her for just a brief moment, and she bared her fangs in a pleased pretence of a grin. Reaching up one frail human hand to stroke Zoran's mane, she shifted sideways to face him. "Oh Zoran," she chirped sweetly, "You know I never refuse a ride." She trailed slender fingers through his mane, along the crest of his neck, and down his back, following the ridges of his spine. Several people were casting him surprised and eager glances, and back on the cobblestone street Caoimhe spied a gaggle of young maidens gushing over him, no doubt imagining what an honorable, noble beast he was; she laughed heartily. "Oh look, Zoran, you have admirers!" As she said it, she spun quickly and grabbed the bag of oranges, hefting it up; it was open at the top, so several of the fruits rolled onto the ground and into the water, but it didn't matter. As the captain of the ship they'd come from shouted at her, she leapt onto Zoran's back, and let her skin turn a murky greenish grey, with a texture like carp scales; the men jumped back in surprise. |
ooc; Sorry again for the wait, hope it was worth it. ^^ |
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Post by Zoran on Jun 19, 2013 17:03:56 GMT -5
He nickered sweetly to her, his face twisting into an even more twisted grin. He was usually like this with her, at least, when he wasn't fully sexually aroused. He was sweet until he turned into a sexually-charged maniac. But when he was calm, he started out sweet, only to mutter the dirtiest of things under his breath.
"Well, then, climb on." He said, as if he found something very funny about the whole thing.
He turned and glanced at the human maidens and bobbed his head at them, like a horse would do, in interested greeting. A chorus of 'aaawww!' reached his ears and he smiled wickedly, blowing out a breath like a warhorse would. These girls had no idea what they were dealing with in him. And that's just the way he liked it. He liked when they were innocent, sweet and he could teach them something about how the world of Zoran was really rocked. It wasn't so much about their education as it was ripping their fantasy world's away with his...other horn. He liked taking virginities. He would have made a habit of collecting them, if he could only keep track of how many virgins he de-flowered, for he had taken the first time from more maidens than he could count.
"I always have admirers, darling," He said, carelessly, as he bent his knees to help her up his considerable height. "The question is, do I admire them, or the promise of innocence they hold?" He started off, shooting her offenders a warning look. Between her changing skin and the fact that most people knew not to mess with a unicorn, he remained calm about the...whatever she had stolen this time (or, as he liked to think of it, "bought and neglected to pay for").
"Come, darling, let's go make the little sluts jealous." He muttered, taking off at a flowing trot towards the young girls.
((OOC: Of course! No worries!))
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Post by Caoimhe Aisling on Jun 28, 2013 2:47:39 GMT -5
éalaigh liom Watching the vapid expressions on the maidens' faces, Caoimhe snickered maliciously at Zoran's comment; she found it unfailingly amusing how much he enjoyed defiling virgins. Particularly when humans seemed to believe unicorns to be honorable defenders of virtue. he was an incredibly fun individual, both for sexual gratification and good old shit disturbing; often times he was far more fun even than her brother. She tied the bag closed before any more oranges fell out, and laid it across her lap; she shook her head and changed back into her fully humanoid form, which, in her opinion, was the most divinely beautiful human form in all of existence, past, present, or future. So, it was far more amusing to cause envy among the girls when she flaunted how much more obviously beautiful she was. And the tail would cause a great fuss. It twitched beneath her skirts and she reached around to rearrange everything, allowing the long, silvery rope to rest against Zoran's rump, the tip flicking the base of his own tail. "Oh yes, let's. Perhaps we could make them cry, too." Caoimhe loved to make women cry, especially the 'nice' ones. She didn't like friendly people, compassionate people, sweet-tempered people or curious people. And the only thing better than making a girl cry was making a burly man cry; but today, it seemed so much more satisfying to taste the tears of some sun kissed bitch who thought seeing a unicorn was a magical and lucky thing. As Zoran trotted toward them, the girls moved closer, their eyes never leaving Zoran, except to occasionally glance at Caoimhe, with expressions varying from outright envy, which made Caoimhe purr subtly, and joy, which make her want to slap the girls' faces off. To ensure they saw it, she flicked her tail hard, and indeed, they stared at it like they couldn't quite tell what it was, until they realized it was moving and cringed away. Laughing heartily, Caoimhe leaned down to Zoran's ears, "If you're inclined, I'm more than happy to add a third member to our party."(( it's terrible but next one will be better, I promise )) |
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Post by Zoran on Jun 28, 2013 23:16:44 GMT -5
Zoran shook his mane in agreement as he zeroed in on the girls, trying to decide which one was the prettiest, the purest, the most virginal. He ended up choosing the one on the left, a honey-blonde with strikingly blue eyes. Oh yes, she was the one, gorgeous, but not quite as gorgeous as the girl already riding him. She was the perfect addition to their Menage a Trois. He smirked and approached the girl.
"You, yes, you, the pretty one. No, not you, you, with the golden hair. Yes, I like you, come hither." He purred, in his smooth, silvery voice. He shifted his weight on his back feet, which had been his and Caoimhe's signal since they had met. Alone, they were successful troublemakers, but together, they were unstoppable.
The girl approached him hesitantly, much to the displeasure of her friends, or former friends, as Zoran would see in a short space of time.
"Now, now, ladies, we'll bring her back safe and sound." Maybe... He mentally added, as he bend his great head, carefully keeping his horn out of her reach, but inviting her to touch his muzzle and cheeks. "Join Caoimhe on my back." He nickered, shaking his perfect mane. "She'll take care of you." He added, in a slightly creepier tone than he had originally intended. She quietly walked to his withers and he knelt down so she could pull herself onto his back behind the kelpie. Oh yes, this was going to be fun.
"Good evening, ladies." He said, in the voice of a gentleman. He spun on his haunches and took off at a sudden gallop towards the trees that grew on the sand near the ocean. He knew Caoimhe was used to his ways, but the virgin, he wasn't so sure about, and that was exactly what he wanted.
When they arrived, he knelt down again, allowing his passengers to dismount with greater ease before he turned to their guest.
"Now, little lady, do you have a name?"
((OOC: no worries, I thought it was fine.  ))
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Post by Caoimhe Aisling on Jul 18, 2013 1:17:43 GMT -5
éalaigh liom She helped the vapid little twit climb up onto Zoran's back, retracting her tail into her spine so the bitch didn't sit on it. She buried her fingers lightly in the unicorn's mane as he launched himself away and practically sailed across the ground; the girl nearly fell off at first, and clung tightly to Caoimhe's waist the rest of the way. She wanted to slap the girl, but that was impossible to do with her flush against the kelpie's back, so she bore it, knowing that the fun she and Zoran would have would be worth this insult. When he finally stopped and knelt, in a nice little clearing full of thick grass and ferns, Caoimhe let the girl dismount first, before sliding off the stallion herself, raking her partially retracted claws lightly across his back. She sauntered away from her companion and their toy, taking the time to study the immediate vicinity as Zoran played the gentleman. She vaguely heard the girl answer him, but she quickly forgot the name; something like Melanie or Melody. She didn't really care; food didn't need a name. After assessing the area they were in, she turned back to the gleaming white stallion and the pretty human who was still gazing at him with calf eyes. She prowled like a cat, watching the girl with alert, unblinking eyes, and a genial smile on her face. She came up close, "So Malady," the girl stuttered a correction, but Caoimhe continued, choosing to graciously ignore the little bitch's interruption. "How old are you? You're so very lovely, and young, you can't be more than fifteen. Don't you think, Zoran?"She smiled wider, the sweet expression gaining a slightly malicious edge, "You must be married by now, surely? To a good strong man. Has he gotten you with child yet?" She knew the girl was a virgin, yes, but it was amusing to her to toy with her dinner. And once Zoran was done, she would eat the girl. Not here, of course; she'd drag her to the sea and drown her. Her claws came out a little more, and Caoimhe grabbed the girl's arm, letting the claws dig in, "Come here, dear. You must see these lovely flowers here." The girl squeaked in pain and the claws retracted, Caoimhe smiled and apologized for hurting her. |
ooc; well this only took like, a MONTH. I'm so sorry ilu Wildfire *eyebrow waggles* |
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Post by Zoran on Aug 3, 2013 14:21:08 GMT -5
So they were calling her Malady, fine by him. He didn't much care what they named their toys, so long as there was a name for him to use. People responded more closely when they were addressed by their first names; it made the whole thing more personal. He liked to whisper their names in their ears while he tortured them. That way, if they ever did walk away unscathed, they weren't soon to forget the incident. Whenever he was with Caoimhe, they didn't walk away unscathed, or rather, at all.
"Malady. A pretty name. Oddly...appropriate." He grinned, darkly. With a toss of his mane, he let his I-am-a-pretty-unicorn-who-frolics-in-the-meadow-and-makes-all-of-your-princess-dreams-come-true facade as his true nature came forth. "I am called Zoran. Remember my name, Malady, you'll be screaming it later."
Malady took a step back, a look of horror on her face, but the unicorn leered at her. "I'm sixteen." She chirped, her voice shaking. "I haven't got a husband, but I warn you, my father will make you both sorry you were ever born if you touch me!" She said, clearly trying to not look frightened. "Don't touch me, perverts!" She added, as a helpful afterthought.
"Sixteen? I would have guessed fourteen." Zoran commented, pensively. "Doesn't make much difference, I suppose, when you have the body of a woman already." He caught Caoimhe's eye. "Yes, take a look at the flowers, Malady." He said, closing in behind her. Once the girl's back was turned, the stallion placed the tip of his horn on the small of her back.
"Now here's what's going to happen: you're going to be agreeable and not struggle. Don't scream either. It won't do much good and if it does bring some dashing knight in shining armor or prince charming to your rescue, we'll just have to run him through, maul him and rape him, and if we're feeling humane, we'll do it in that order." He paused to grin nastily. "You might as well enjoy it, I'm...talented, as they say, and really darling, I'm a lot nicer than Caoimhe here." He winked at his companion. "Now darling, I'm going to rock your world." And with that, he whipped his horn to the side with expect precision, cutting the top of her dress so that all of her clothing fell, pooling at her feet, leaving her completely naked.
((I feel like a sick person now.))
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Post by Khalidah Leaf-Fall on Aug 8, 2013 23:24:02 GMT -5
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