Forest Frontiers

Forest Frontiers is a herdland of rolling hills and a fringe of forest on all sides. The picture it makes seems straight out of an Old Western story. The woodlands are predominantly pine, but it allows for a few deciduous trees here and there for a little change of scenery when the time is right. A small stream flows into a lake, a small hiccup in its long thin line of travel. Every morning, thanks to the higher base altitude, a small haze of mist is there to greet you -- enriching the air with a thick pine scent.

The Herd
Alpha Stallion Minku	Alpha Mare (none)
Other Mares Milkglass Boneash Genie Izabella Suss Aonia
Colts (none)	Fillies Saia (Minku x Aonia)

cheap whiskey and cigarettes.
IP: 66.147.14.41
Posted on March 23, 2012 at 09:51:04 AM by Indian Outlaw

Her strangled words meet his eager ears though his mind finds himself unable to register them. His eyes catch the flicker of movement as her beautifully long tail lifts aside offering him full access... willing access. Rumbling growl murmers from his throat as my boy moves towards her offering. Ashen muzzle is drawn in toying caresses down her spine trailing to her rump where he presses himself hungerily, his lips parting to let the smoothness of his tongue taste her. In that instance, his wolf lunges to the surface and Indi backs off, letting his carnal nature take over. Without another word he is upon her. Muscles shift to allow his hinds to carry his weight for the briefest of moments before resting heavily upon her back. Twin harks lace tightly against his skullcap, buried amid the mass of raven tresses as his proud neck stretchs and ivories dip into her fiery withers. His body moves on automatic now as his length hardens and presses against the underside of her flesh, hungry to feel her. "You are mine." he rumbles whuffing his hot, short breath into her mane. Forelimbs clasp against her barrel tightly as he moves, his extension hungers for her flesh and within moments he is inside her. His body slams heavily against her rump, flesh meeting flesh in that sticky slap of heat. Murered purrs and throaty growls vibrate from his lungs as his teeth dig into her neck til that tangy crimson fluid trickles onto his tongue, but even that does not stop him, if nothing else it urges him on, driving his desires and lust to new levels.... Indian Outlaw sheriff of the Frontiers

Replies:

• do tell me your secrets, baby - By glamour March 23, 2012 at 05:10:06 PM
  • We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey - By IndianOutLaw March 26, 2012 at 05:05:28 PM
    • do tell me your secrets, baby - By glamour March 26, 2012 at 09:38:51 PM
      • dancing to the beat of a tattered drum - By IndianOutlaw March 27, 2012 at 02:14:21 PM
        • do tell me your secrets, baby - By glamour March 27, 2012 at 03:02:43 PM
          • devil dancing in pale moonlight - By IndianOutlaw March 27, 2012 at 04:34:49 PM
• I'll Dance Forever Under Blue Moonlight - By Blazil March 21, 2012 at 08:00:01 PM
  • We'll shoot back holy water like cheap whiskey - By IndianOutlaw March 22, 2012 at 12:16:02 PM
    • I'll Dance Forever Under Blue Moonlight - By Blazil March 22, 2012 at 09:20:49 PM
      • there's a story in your eyes - By Indian Outlaw March 23, 2012 at 10:04:45 AM
        • I'll Dance Forever Under Blue Moonlight - By Blazil March 23, 2012 at 11:52:06 AM
          • dancing to the beat of a tattered drum - By IndianOutlaw March 23, 2012 at 02:35:05 PM

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