The Journey... (mature)

The stallion cantered through the forest. His mane and tail flying out behind him. His held high as he took in the scents around him. He neighed into the awakening sun, it's rays filtering through the dence canopy. The stallion had been making a journey, he came from the far east region, where deserts dominated the landscape and the sun smothered everything that attempted to live there. He had come searching, but for what he didn't yet know.

He slowed to a trot, and then a walk. Alowing his tense muscles time to relax. His legs, chest and flanks were torn by the blazing sand and the grasping branches of the forest. He walked around a large bolder before coming upon a small stream. He swollod the water, greatfull for the cool liquid. He lifted his head at the sound of rustling leaves. The grey stud looked around, and whinnyed...

~The Journey~
She braced the cold winds, her forelocks burning with stuck on Ice. She winced her eyes, Itching and burning from the below freezing weather. She cried an single tear, then it was blown away by fierce winds and turned into an pointed, Ice danger. I'm Never going to survive in this weather, She though to herself quietly. The look of the stallion, her dead foals face, and his dirty, crazed look in his eye. Safara Shivered, Then reared in anger and loss. The wind was so powerful, Blew her almost off her feet. She knew that she had to be careful If she didn't want to break the Ice. She took another wary step. Then, CRACK. Safara stopped dead. CRACK, She looked behind her, CRACK. An big pool of water appeared, then was silenced by the Winds Icy grip. CRACK, then, an long, rigid crack was headed towards her, and fast. She reared, and cursed the Icy world under her breath. Then, he back feet sank in, then the piece of Ice shifted away. Then, another, right beneath her belly. Knowing walking was going to get her killed, She speed towards an full fledged gallop. With the Thoroughbred blood running in her veins, contaminated the air she breathed, rushed energy into her limbs, and Possessed her brain. Only one Single thought raced into her mind, and was wired into since she existed.
Run.
She ran, her endurance fighting like an Bull fighting off an wolf. Her hoofs crushed snow, leaving her mark on the Selfish, cold world. She burst up her speed, feeling like the wind that cave from the east. She saw the firm, solid land that she loved. She saw an wide gap, and getting wider as the Ice broke up. She thought about no longer then an second. She sped up, her energy was being depleted. She felt like the whole world was holding her down, but that didn't stop her. She jumped, feeling the air of despair. She landed perfectly. Her feet scrambled to an tree. She slowly walked towards the Pine, her head low. Her shoulders sagged, and she leaned against the tree. Her eyes closed, and she dreamed of nothing but an black pit Of despair and sorrow.

~Current~
She woke up, her eyes adjusting to the sunlight. She got up, stretching her muscles as she walked. She sniffed the dark green grass, and started to graze. She enjoyed the lush vegetation. She looked up and found an small watering hole, and walked up and drank as much as the small ponds had. The cool water relived her dry, scratchy throat. She shook off the Leaves off her back. She started with an warm-up trot, then went into an canter. She stopped, and heard an stallions voice. Her cold, rock hard heart warmed up only an little. She stepped out the dark shade, her warm coat reflecting light to all who could see it. She accidentally released her heat scent, but didn't know it. "I am here. My Name is Safara." She said proudly.

The stallion whipped around at her voice, his white body reflected the image of the rippling water, he looked her over quickly, "Well hello" his voice was husky, "And what brings you here?" he took a step forward and sliently whinced as the gashes on his body grinded together, to antine who didn't know they probable would have run, fearing that they were battle scares. The stud walked a little closer and caught her heat scent, his ears pricked forward, "It's a pleasure to meet you Safara, I'm Johndala" his voicy was seductive as his smiled at the mare, his eyes hypnotysing...

(Your studs name almost sounds like an character from an story I read)

"Hello." She said Nervously, and backed away, then held her head high.

(lol, yeh it's out of a book series called Earth's Chilren, are very good books/ sorry i spelt the name wrong it's Jondalar)

Jondalar watched her step backwards and looked at her curiously, maybe she's inexperienced he thought. He smiled poilitly at her, "Why do up back away babe?" he smiled again, his voice seductive and irresistable...

(omg fannily someone else has read the books on this site, Have you Read the Painted Caves?)

She couldn't help but be drawn in my the studs voice. She distracts herself to get an drink of water.

(No, im finishing The Plains of Passege, they are on the glacier, so please don't spoil it lol, i can't believe it either, like no one has read those books on this site )

Jondalar watched her walk over to get a drink and followed her, walking at her hip. He was enticed by her heat scent. he flicked hi tail and struggled to control his member from sliding out of its sheath. He snorted and walked cloesr to her shoulder, nuzzeling her neck, "what's a beautiful mare like you doing all alone?" his voice was irrasistable and even a distraction could draw the mare eyes away...

(fine. But the Painted Caves is like, $30 dollars, so the price sucks here.)
She shuffled her feet, excited by the Stallions comfort. "Just exploring the land." She said. She knew it was time, the Studs tool was coming out of its sheath. She slowly backed her rump into his face. "Go ahead."

( thanks, I'm nearly finished the fourth book, ur I'm America right, well Aussie dollar is worth more than the american at the moment I think so it's more here, which totly sux"

Jondalar was surprised at the mares actions, she was to irresistible though, and his member stood erect, he knew she wasn't happy about it though so he backed away and waited for her response, "I don't won't to force you" he looked at her and wanted her to make the dicision, he smiled encouraging and spoke sudectivly but didn't mount yet...

(Yeah, and the tax is 7 cents per dollar here.)
"No, its fine."

(gotta hate that, I don't think tax is to bad Iova here)

The stud looked deeply into her eyes, making sure she was for real. He walked to her rump, his tool sliding from it sheath and became erect as he mounted her. His legs wrapped tightly around her barrel And he bit her mane, but likely as he slowly began to move in and out, working her loose, he grunted at the tightness, but he love it, with each stroke she loosened up and he bagan to pump harder and faster, moving her back and forth with the rythem of the humping, he grunted as he slammed into her again and again...

Safara held her breath. It didn't feel to painful though. "Are you done?"

The stud smiled and gripped he tightly, pumping even harder trying to get her to moan at least once, suddenly he reached his peak and shrudded with realese, he moved in and out a few more times before dismounting, he walked to her shoulder and nuzzeled her neck, "thanks babe" his was has husky as he groomed her neck...

She exhales, and enjoys the stud grooming her neck. "Welcome." she said, not knowing why the stud had thanked her.

He smiled at her, and nuzzeled the hollow behind her cheek, nickeling to her.

Safara snickered backed and started to graze.

Jondalar moved to the waters edge a took a long satisfying drink before grazing, his nose next to hers, he smiled around some grass, his hypnotizing eyes watching her...

(what do we do now?)

(I've got no idea, I gotta go soon though, I have to get up at 5 and get to work and its like 12:30 in australia)

(really? Its only 10:36 am here. Not very good on remembering time zones though)