Roxy the flirtatuous mare (pg-13) (Forcers allowed but doesn't matter)

[horsegodess]

Here is her bio: https://horseisland.rpg-board.net/t10557-roxy-a-flirty-young-mare-pg-13#277929

I galloped through the valley hoping to spot some bachelor stallions. This was my first heat and i knew all about stallions and mares. after my mother gave birth to my siblings every year, i would watch in awe at her interactions with my dad. I was not looking for a mate, just someone to have a little fun with. I gave out a high pitched whinny and a large amount of my heat scent out, hoping to attract some stallions. my heat scent drifts through the air miles away.

(can change to first person if you prefer)

[Azeri]

.B.eauty in the break down

“Where have all the mares gone!? Are they purposely hiding from me?! Or have other bachelor stallions gained access to my quarry?!” Charlatan inquired angrily, stamping his foreleg straight into the soggy-looking terrain. Where had all the mares gone? Did a bear from the distant mountains scare off any potential mates into the dense fog? A thousand questions rose in the back of his mind, but the silver-colored stallion couldn’t process all the information through his head. For every new solution he figured out, another unpleasant dilemma rose up to challenge his thinning patience. Mother nature never intended to have good-mannered males roaming the remote landscape, other wise procreation among both sexes might cease to exist. Why have a herd in the first place? For protection? For companionship? Or merely to show off a group of conquered mares to roving stallions looking to start a herd of their own.

“Herds are absolutely useless to me! Why should I guard a group of worthless mares…when I could be moving from one area to the other without constraints? All mares are capable off is reproduction.” He muttered beneath his breath, shifting dark eyes to inspect chamomile covered meadows intently. No evidence of new hoof prints anywhere, nor evidence as to where his ’beloved’ mares had hidden themselves. ’My dam had a difficult life raising me all by herself, while my sire remains largely a mystery. Who was he? A forcer maybe? I suppose ’Charlatan’ is a fitting name for a being such as myself.’ Flattening ears against his cranium, the Arabian stallion lowered a refined head to graze on lush strands of grass, flexible lips broke tender shoots from the more tougher meadow growing abound. Chew and swallow were reflexive traits in him, but bubbling frustration caused him to lash out several times at empty air with razor sharp hooves.

’The need is growing ever urgent…’ Charlatan deliberated, suddenly flaring his nostrils as an Eastern breeze brought along excellent news to his hazy brain. Heat. The tantalizing scent of a young mare in her first heat, apparently her eagerness came somewhat as a surprise to the grey male. Shouldn’t mares in season hide, rather then announce their vulnerable condition to the world? Shaking rational thoughts aside, he quickly decided to take advantage of any opportunity handed down to him on a silver plate. Did it matter if he forced the mare? Did it even matter at all to him? No, not really. “A prime mare in heat…eh? I should kindly pay her a quick visit….perhaps even impregnate her on the first try.” Pricking slim ears forward, the ash-tinted stallion had little trouble pin-pointing where said mare was - her shrill sounding whinny was enough to shatter tranquility within the sheltered valley, and at the same time give away her location. ’Must get…there swiftly!’ Extending an eloquent body into a fast paced gallop, Charlatan made his way hastily to where Roxy awaited. “You called?” He questioned charmingly, unable to keep eyes off the dappled mare standing just a few feet in front of him. Flaring nostrils once again to take a whiff of her seductive essence, the proud bachelor stallion trotted over nonchalantly to assess his new ’prize’ closely. “So, may I know your name? Why are you alone?” Charlatan inquired, running circles around the pretty mare to view her availability to him.



OCC: His biography https://horseisland.rpg-board.net/t8802-charlatan#231429 || Not very good as a forcer, but I'll play Charlatan as a middle-lined one. Ah, before I completely forget..I'm going to be off for a few days - but I should be back as soon as I feel better.

[horsegodess]

(oh thats okay, im not going to be on too constantly anyways thanks for responding!)

Roxy spotted the elegant stallion trotting up the hill. she flicked her tail in response. this was not her first time, so she new what to do. Even though it was her first heat, she had mated before. She waited untill the stallion stepped infront of her. "well hello there" She said in a cant resist tone. She walked around him in a tight circle brushing against him, checking him out. Also she was teasing him. "im Roxy" She said as she circled him. "Oh, I am just wandering, no particular reason." She sort of lyed on that one. It was true though. She was wandering, but hoping to come across a stallion. She couldnt wait for the game to begin. for her to pull him in, and then run off, seeing him standing there, heart broken.

[Azeri]

.B.eauty in the break down

“Where is he?! Where did Charlatan hide himself now!?” The bay-colored mare questioned in agitation, wild brown eyes scanning endless hills and vast meadows for any sign of her yearling colt. How many times had Istria warned him against wandering alone? Had common sense taken a back seat, or was he beginning to follow in his father’s phantom footsteps? An innocent colt about to repeat history sounded unfathomable to the brood mare, at times she earnestly wished her son had been conceived under different circumstances. Wishing for miracles was better left in fairy tales, since Mother Nature tended to spring rather nasty surprises on gullible creatures out of the blue. Swiveling one ear forward, while keeping her other ear alert, Istria captured the sounds of hoof beats drumming a steady tempo across dry terrain. Dense fog made discerning stationary trees from other lounging equines rather difficult to spot, the only achievable method lay in scent recognition. “Mother! I’m finally home!” Charlatan neighed loudly, announcing his presence with a flamboyant head-nod. Pearlescent tresses covered one dark eye, as he materialized before Istria’s expectant gaze - half expecting to receive an hour long lesson on proper mannerisms. His mother, however showed no signs of movement - yet her eyes expressed obvious disenchantment with his erratic behavior. “Welcome home. Where did you go? I smell a rather unpleasant musk emanating from your coat.” The five-year old brood mare commented, glaring straight into Charlatan’s wary gaze. Feigning innocence wouldn’t fool his dam, he was after all old enough to look after himself, and if he wanted to toy with other equines; who was she to stop such an insidious behavior?

Who was he? A bachelor stallion about to cross the moral borderline? Since his brusque depart from Istria’s watchful eye, Charlatan immediately came face to face with nature’s darker side. Wandering remote valley hills alone placed him in near constant danger with other roving males, luckily his silver coat aided him into slipping past herd stallions undetected. Despite traveling many miles alone, he gained valuable insight on mares simply by observing their confusing behavior at a distance. Female horses could be quite perplexing, but the dappled visitor was even more puzzling to the ashen-colored male. Roxy was definitely in heat, yet at the same time she circled around him like a wolf eyeing a delicious cut of meat. ’Moody mares are a pain, but in heat…they become irresistible.’ He admitted silently, ebon optics scrutinizing the Arabian mare carefully. Her circular route around him, brought two warm bodies to physically touched against one another - tantalizing Charlatan into giving Roxy a fleeting nudge as she circled. An ephemeral caress, the suffocating scent of a mare’s first heat, and secretive illusions threatened to cloud rational judgment.

Plunging straight into abysmal desire seemed idiotic, if he wanted to succeed the first time, then any form of carnal desire should be eliminated. Straightening his eloquent neck higher, the silver stallion finally responded “Hello Roxy. Quite a unique name, if I do say so myself.” Sensitive ears flicked forward, finding her seductive tone to be a soothing mixture to his fevered body. Another rogue stallion would’ve jumped at the opportunity to mount Roxy right then and right, however instinct kept him guarded. ’Stop teasing me! I just want to leave my passion behind!’ “You were just wandering? A lovely mare shouldn’t wander remote valleys alone, who knows what type of swindlers she might encounter.” He added, flipping silky tresses out of his binocular vision “Ah…were have my manners gone? You had the courtesy of introducing yourself first…so now it’s my turn. The name I go by is ’Charlatan.” Was it wise to give out his name to a ’playful’ mare? Why not? She might as well remember the face of her attacker. ‘Challenging me to a game of cat and mouse…Roxy? Do you think I’m stupid enough to fall for your faux lies! I will persist until you finally become mine, after all…isn’t playing with fire dangerous?!’ Hardening his inner resolve, the Arabian-mixed turned a well-muscled body fluidly to mimic Roxy’s flirtatious nature, before using his soft muzzle to nibble her exposed flank. He had several plans forming in his head, except the bachelor stallion would have to wait for an opening to catch Roxy completely off guard.

OCC: All right - well this is my last post until I recover from wisdom teeth removal. Welcome and sorry about the random flashback

[horsegodess]

(okay. hope you get better! by the way you are a pretty good writer!)
Roxy saw him eying her flank. she hopped so her rump was facing the oposite way. "I am not afraid" Roxy said as she looked him straight in the eyes seducingly. She turned around and trotted away, knowing he would follow. she flagged her long flowing tail. Her long main and tail were flowing behind her gracefully with the sun shining through the smooth hairs. She turned her head to get a better look at the stallion and to see if he would follow.

[Azeri]

“Why?! Why are you behaving like this!? Can’t you give me a proper response at all! I know being an outcast has lowered your self-esteem somewhat, but why are you hell-bent on making my life miserable? Have I taught you nothing!?” Istria cried out angrily, lashing at empty air with razor sharp hooves. What in the world was her only son thinking? How could he live day by day knowing his very actions affected those around him? She reckoned his nature as a would-be forcer stemmed from loneliness, however young foals were susceptible to learning improper conduct by watching larger stallions behave erroneously. Charlatan could very well be just another unfortunate foal born into a savage and unforgiving world full of unpleasant surprises. Such an untoward beginning to live on the very fringes of society, forever chained to continue a vicious cycle of self-destruction. Stamping left foreleg hard, the bay-colored mare waited impatiently for her son to apologize, even nodding his head in acknowledgement would be sufficient. He did neither nor did his eyes ever waver out of focus. ’Where did I go wrong? Perhaps…I should have…? Do what? Kill my own son to spare future mares the same miserable fate I suffered?’ Impatience wasn’t a trait normally present in Istria’s bloodline, but who wouldn’t lose patience when their bratty son refused to admit his mistakes? Wasn’t ‘I’m sorry’ easier to say, then just allowing unresolved conflicts to fester? Tossing onyx colored tresses aside, the brood mare noticed distant mountain peaks reflected in her son’s dark gaze - an unbridled temperament surely placed him at greater risk for failure.

‘How do you intend to live your life? Will you continue clinging to your mother’s foolish ideologies? Welcome to the real world! Kill or be killed…force a mare or allow your bloodline to go extinct!’ His dam’s submissive attitude might have contributed to her early demise, and if early death had yet to claim her - another stallion was liable to shatter Istria’s fragile soul into a thousand pieces. The notion of his mother suffering should pull on a few heartstrings, oddly enough Charlatan chose an even crueler method to get her trivial advice out of his head. Nothing ached more then to be forgotten by one’s own flesh and blood. Cast aside. Erased from existence. Exposed to the bitter truth thousands of forcer born foals faced on a day to day bases. Did his mother fail to realize her own stupid mistake? ’Another forcer impregnating a mare…just for the sake of leaving descendents behind. In my case…I rather enjoy playing the game of cat and mouse. Life without challenges can get dull pretty quickly…’ He contemplated mentally, onyx-colored eyes flashing as Roxy turned her flank to face the opposite side. Mounting her from behind was no longer a viable option, the bachelor stallion needed another strategy to catch her utterly off-guard. One wrong move could have him seeing red, or the other horrid event resulting in a shattered foreleg - which made him easy picking for predators on the prowl. “Not afraid…eh? I like feisty mares who aren‘t afraid of anything.” Charlatan inquired, highly tempted to add more spice to his conversation with her. Instead of waiting around, the dapple Arabian mare trotted away from him; Dark mane and tail streaming behind her like a banner. Flaring sensitive nostrils outwards, the young stallion set off after Roxy ,shifting his gait between a half trot and a rack to keep on par. ’How long will she continue to toy with me? I’m growing rather impatient…to just mount her…!’ Quelling his internal desires violently, the silver-tinted equine neighed softly - announcing his acceptance of Roxy’s ’endurance’ test. How long she intended on playing was unknown, he just wouldn’t let himself look like an absolute fool.

OCC: Sorry about the delay! I'm feeling a lot better - although I'm going to go back to get another three teeth removed again. Thank you ^_^ you're good as well!

[horsegodess]

Roxy saw the stallion trotting after her. she broke into a smooth slow canter. she kicked back at him as he tried to catch up. She then galloped farther into the heart of the meadow. Her ears were pricked back. She was alert and detected his every move.

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