The mares with the muscle...( Forcer (s) wanted)

Jagged Edge
He snorted as he dragged himself through the thick foliage to find himself a mare worth his while. He had been searching for a few weeks to enjoy some time with a female, and he couldn't stand being away from ladies for even more than a couple days. Yes, he was a player and such, but he did have his soft side - at times. He stopped in his tracks once the sweet aroma of a mare drifted up his flared nostrils. But then another bewildering scent flowed into his snout. Perhaps two mares? He smirked briefly and chuckled, knowing those mares were about to fall prey to the most dangerous predator out there; a forcer. He instinctively followed the scent and found two lovely mares standing in a clearing, unprotected. His tail flagged as he trotted to them; a rather pompis trot at that. He shook his silky mane and gazed at each of the mares. With a bow, he introduced himself. "I am Jagged Edge. Who must you two lovely ladies be?" He added emphasis to the word 'lovely' to make the compliment even more flattering.

Jagged Edge tilted his head at the two mares in enchantment, not minding the other stallion nearby. Oh how beautiful those two mares were, and oh how Jagged Edge longed to mate with one of them. They were both very stunning, so breeding with one or the other wouldn't be a problem. "How exotic those names are... Absolutley brilliant," he marveled with a very alluring tone and inviting smile. He flashed his eyes towards them both with a sensual appearance; dark and seductive.

Jagged Edge dipped his head in greeting towards Titanic and returned the compliment. "As to you, Titanic." He couldn't help but to keep his gaze shifted towards both of the magnificent mares. Jagged Edge found it hard to maintain himself, but as he knew he would soon release, so he waited and stayed calm. "What brings you glowing souls here?" he asked, his voice lingering through-out the clearing, both hynotizing and deep. He snorted softly, nostrils flaring as he did so. Usually by now, Jagged Edge would have been riding one of the mares, but no. Not these two. He kept his calm knowing the longer you waited, all the more pleasurable it would be.

Jagged Edge watched as Titanic started to circle Briama, meaning the game was on. He lowered his head to Lia's eye level and smiled deviously. He ran his muzzle up Lia's neck gently and smoothly, seeming it was as if in one motion.

Jagged Edge grunted and stampeded Lia's direction, friskily tossing his head back and forth. He had lost himself a few times which made him further behind, but he swiftly caught up until he was within touching distance of Lia.

Jagged Edge grunted as he had lost sight of Lia, but fortunately for him, he could still pick up her sweet aroma. He tracked down the scent like a dog, and soon found Lia. He grabbed her by the mane and nipped at her neck harshly as a punishment for running.

Jagged Edge gave Lia a curious look as he rolled his eyes. "You really think that a couple of stallions would leave two beautiful mares alone?" He paused and gave Lia a stern glare before resuming. "Perhaps, but not today," he spoke as he stood still, feeling a small spark of guilt soon rage a fire in his mind. He nipped at Lia's ear swiftly, but very softly. He snorted and watched the trees swoop over his shoulders, but then redirected his attention towards her.

Jagged Edge gave Lia a tormenting look beofre flicking the mane off of his forelock. His head bobbed at the sound of a mare yelling a soul-wrenching cry. He saw how confused Lia was through her eyes and started to feel guilt. OK, yes this is very unusual for a forcer to feel this, but it's possible. He snorted and rolled his eyes of stress. His tail flicked at Lia's snout playfully as he gave a lingering chuckle.