my n y m p h e t a m i n e girl

[KURENAI !]

nymphetamine
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while the day appeared to be nothing spectacular- a warm, sunny day, slightly humid in the thickening wood- it was a day the chrome vixen found quite interesting. why? because the matured minx, new to the lands and not completely sure where she was going, was planning on finding a place to, perhaps, settle down here. where she had come from was not of any particular interest, nor did it really matter- she was here, now, and that was all that had any substance at that moment. nymphetamine hadn't crossed paths with many of the natives here, not that it seemed too different from where she had been born, yet if these horses were, unfortunately, territorial of their world, the fatale may have found herself in a very uncomfortable situation. she had been following the aroma of other dames, trying to rely on her nose to find a place that was, maybe, guest-friendly. she had ended up in a forest, green and pretty, shadowy in some places and washed in light at others. the foliage was luxurious, and while nymphetamine was a fox that enjoyed wide open spaces- places she could sprint and feel free- she found herself very attracted to the scenery. other odors had been mingled with that of the does', perfumes that hung heavily with testosterone and masculinity. yes, it seemed this place would indeed be a place that she may be at least somewhat welcomed. maybe not with open arms, but anything was better than bitter cruelty. nymphetamine swung her kohl velveteen to the earth, checking her placement, ensuring she followed where the other equines seem to be being lead to. gaze angled upward and her crania lifted; sunlight filtered through the leaves now, and light signaled a finale to the thicket. long limbs loosened their stride, carrying the seraph easily to where the daylight beckoned. it was quite a phenomenon though- the forest only faintly thinned as the clearing opened up. more like it just stopped dead, forming a near perfect ring around a lush imprint in the earth. although, i suppose vegetation like this cannot easily grow downhill, nymphetamine pondered, and her light eyes surveyed the surrounding area. she could scent fresh horses, although she did not yet see them. surely she stuck out like a rose in the snow; her raven fur jaggedly outlining the pearl on her torso and appendages against the verde of the surrounding area. ever so cautiously, nymphetamine strode down the incline, corset swinging with each step as she navigated down the slope. often, one of her angular hooves would catch in a tender or slippery spot, pushing moist soil out and over the jade stalks. however, nymphetamine made it to the stable ground swiftly, and once again scanned the indent, duo-toned forelock covering a caramel eye. perhaps it was her looking through only her left eye, but it appeared there were other horses on the other side of the clearing. swinging her lithe figure around to their direction, nymphetamine circumspectly made her way toward them, letting out a nicker. "hello?" nymphetamine called, trying to appear un-intimidating. she did not want to appear like a danger- the way the horses stood together and the way they stood in that only one place alerted to nymphetamine that this was certainly not any social place.

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words: fiveninteyfour, not including her name and lyrics
tagged: evergreen forest
notes: pretty colors!

[Annabelle]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=width,450,true] [atrb=background,http://i82.photobucket.com/albums/j265/cocoshortypepsi/annabellebackgroundtrans.png] I walked around my territory. Head held high to look at the world that was below it. I didn't mind looking down on other horses, I encouraged myself to do so. The simple fact was, everyone was lower than me. Lower than my children, and of course lower than the stallion who I choose to be my mate. Frankly that is all that will matter than me. Well, I did like the fact that I would have the most powerful herd here. But those who live here would have to be powerful. I wouldn't want some low life pissy ant horse living in my herd. Those who live in my herd represent me. And I won't be represented by some weakling. My foals will be taught from day one that they can't be a weakling. Those who can't handle it will be kicked out. The damp air was a norm here. From my days and months of living here it rained the majority of the time. I just hope there is a break between the rain and then the snow. It would suck getting snowed on when I was already wet from the rain. Footing could get rough out here and slipping was a think that a horse had to keep in mind. When the predators come, running around could mean you are dead or alive. Break a leg just by falling, and then getting eaten. But they didn't come here that often. And I was so used to getting rid of canines and others from my childhood that it was easy to chase them away. Whether or not I used force. Sometimes I made one disabled, and not being able to walk or get up. I just left them, food for the other hungry animals! My hooves crunched against the forest floor. Harks flicked back and forth and my whipcord tossed at the bugs that were attracted to my pelt. My forest was thinning out and I could tell that I was soon going to be going to the meadow. I guess I could have a light snack. And if horses were going to intrude on my lands they would go to the meadow to eat the grass there. It wasn't my fault, my lands were delectable to everyone's eye. The green just turned on the senses to come here and feast. Well, no one was allowed to feast unless they had my given permission. And sure enough there was some horse in my lands. I watched her, my eyes narrowed and squinted as I looked at her two toned frame. She was speaking, though I couldn't see any horses. Great, a weirdo. I didn't need to have a weirdo in my lands. I sighed, nostrils flaring as I made my way slowly toward her. It was time to introduce myself. Limbs easily made their way toward the vixen, I let out a small blow of my nostrils before my lips parted and I began to let my lyrics flow. "Your name and reason for being in my lands." I said, my tone expectant. I wasn't old school or old world. I was the lead mare, and I was to be respected. No matter who you were, another lead mare, a stallion. I was lead of this land, and I planned it to be that way until I die. "I am Annabelle, lead of this land." I decided to add.