Post by ti'gra on Oct 28, 2006 0:58:15 GMT -5
(00:06:48 )
~^Ti'gra^~
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sitting around the fires
says to ALL: recalling her Master's command to do a practice run when next she was in camp, brilliant gaze begins searching for the young warriors he mentioned...the tip of velvety little tongue presses to upper lip, gemstone gaze smoldering with her intent to torment the warriors...with an exaggerated thrash of full hips, she sidles up to the nearest one, quite young, well muscled, arrogant, but oh-so-delicious and shiver-producing...the little beast twines about his legs witha throaty purr, begging him to chase her with the bola so she can practice for her Master...bright eyes flash wickedness through lowered lashes, promising rich rewards if he should catch the slave
(00:14:40 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
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sitting around the fires
says to ALL: with a chuckle, the young warrior swats her ass sharply, then gestures to two others relaxing nearby, urging them to join the fun of trying to snare the lusty little beast...one of them barks a sharp "heel" as they saunter towrad the animal pens to collect their kaiila...prowling steps carry her int heir wake, long legs flexing with her easy strides, eager to stretch her legs and test herself with a hard run ont he plains...as they near the pens, she is left to wait outside, quaking with her somewhat irrational fear of kaiila...she waits patiently, stretching lithe form, hopping from foot to foot almsot comically, warming up her muscles and lungs for the run...mounted on their kaiilas, bolas in hand, the warriors rejoin her, the lead one bending down and thrusting large hand into her hair, jerking her up for a crushing kiss, neraly brushing full lips, growling "my bola will fly true no matter how well you run, slut"...she grins wickedly as they prepare, one of the other warriors calling out the length of her head start, but her attention is on the plains before her
(00:20:19 )
~^Ti'gra^~
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On the Plains
says to ALL: hearing the bellowed "run!" command from the warrior, ti'gra darts forward, toes digging to the ground to propel her onward, long legs reaching in long strides, pulling lithe form across the open plains...thick mane lifts into the breeze, streaming out behind her as if a banner, taunting the young warriors, their kaiilas impatiently stamping feet as they let her get out and up to full speed before they kick their kaiila into gear...she hears their shouts to each other and peeks over one creamy shoulder, seeing them advancing...cheering each other on
(00:26:01 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
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TWC-IC
On the Plains
says to ALL: the muscles in toned legs and hips ripple with her frantic run, the lithe little beauty being extremely fleet of foot...she urges her breath to remain regular, fearful of panting and tiring too soon, allowing them their victory...the warrior had bet that he'd catch her with the first throw of his bola...his other friends bet three throws each to catch the little slave...she listened for the thud of their approaching kaiila...nails dig into her palms as she purs her strides on faster...and when they are nearly on her, she cuts sharply to the left, running harder yet...she heras one of the warriors curse at her change in gesture an dhis failed throw, having thought he could win so easily...her laughter trails back to taunt them as she runs on...peeking back, she sees they've swung their kaiila around to her trail once more, commanding them faster...she waits until they are almost upon her before suddenly darting sharply to the left once more, wanting to lull them into thinking her directions have a pattern
(00:42:24 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
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TWC-IC
On the Plains
says to ALL: she hears another growl behind her, as two of the warriors and turned ot the right and one had kept on straight, the two havinga ssumed she'd alternate directions with each turn...she laughsa gian...with so much open plain, she has no intention of forming any predictable pattern with her run...she notes that the first warrior still has not release his bola...he stalks hremore carefully than the other two, his dark gaze intent upon the fleeing form...they all swing kaiilas back inline, but it is the first warrior that is int he lead now, the other two having turned wrong and had to come further to catch up to her again...she can feel her heart hammreing within her breast, moonlight shining upon the fairness of her skin to give the warriors a fighting chance in their pursuit through the night...her laughter turns faintly gasping as the run continues...she can almost feel the intensity of the lead warrior's gaze upon her flesh, leanly muscled form stretched and eager as it crosses the plains, long legs flashing white int heir rapid strides...she heras the kaiila thundering up behind her, slowing a little as they approach, ready for her to turn...she instead pumps her legs faster yet, dashing over the ground, hoping and praying hse doesn't stumble...only when they pick up the speed a bit more does she snake off to the right this time, hearing two bolas thrown and two loud curses as she laughs, peeking to see which two...and, of course, neither was the cocky warrior who had so drawn and intrigued her...still, he persued her relentlessly
(00:50:55 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
- O -
TWC-IC
On the Plains
says to ALL: now all three warriors are down to a single throw left to catch her...and her strength begins to flag, legs growing weary, strong thighs and calves trembling a bit as they struggle to go on...her laughter quiets as she has to conserve oxygen for breathing and fueling eager muscles...the warriors have only grown more determined, and spur their kaiilas on faster, hrader, each determined to capture the slut and win her service for the night...the breeze whips through her thick mane, still trailing behind her, tugging strands into her face and choking off vision and breath...frantically, tiny hands gather it, clutching the silken mass at her shoulder as tiny feet beat to the ground, pressing and springing forward with gasping breath...heraing the kaiilas close in once more, she peeks, sees the three warriors in line with each other...she forces herself to take several more steps to lull them before not only cutting sharplyto the left, but completely around, back the directiont hey'd come, back toward camp...the two warrios who'd already failed twice nearly crashed kaiilas into each other int heir quick urgings for the beasts to turn...it was the lead warrior that had the thought to simply pull back on the kaiila, letting the other two collide and swinging around in their confusion, kicking the kaiila almost savagely as he closes on her once more...just when she thinks her legs will turn to jelly with one more step, she hears the singing of the bola in the air and a hard "oomph!" is hard as her legs tangle and she collides with the ground, panting for breath
(00:55:20 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
- O -
TWC-IC
On the Plains
says to ALL: she lies on the ground for several long ehn, gasping ot regain her breath...the warrior rides up alongside hre, chuckling as he dismounts...leaving logn legs tangled int he bola, he whoops in delight and flings her across the saddle of his kaiila, swinging up and urging it back toward camp as his heavy hand comes down upon taut little ass...she moans softly, writhing before him, just beginning to regain her breath when his thick fingers work beneath the scrap of leather shielding her heat, stealing her breath onc emore...the other tow fall in behind him as he returns to camp triumphant...sliding from his mount, he tosses it to a thrall to tend to as hetosses her to his shoulder, cheering for himself and tormenting her squirming body with swats and gropes, striding back into camp, chuckling at her wanton responses, even exhausted from the hard run
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
- O -
TWC-IC
sitting around the fires
says to ALL: recalling her Master's command to do a practice run when next she was in camp, brilliant gaze begins searching for the young warriors he mentioned...the tip of velvety little tongue presses to upper lip, gemstone gaze smoldering with her intent to torment the warriors...with an exaggerated thrash of full hips, she sidles up to the nearest one, quite young, well muscled, arrogant, but oh-so-delicious and shiver-producing...the little beast twines about his legs witha throaty purr, begging him to chase her with the bola so she can practice for her Master...bright eyes flash wickedness through lowered lashes, promising rich rewards if he should catch the slave
(00:14:40 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
- O -
TWC-IC
sitting around the fires
says to ALL: with a chuckle, the young warrior swats her ass sharply, then gestures to two others relaxing nearby, urging them to join the fun of trying to snare the lusty little beast...one of them barks a sharp "heel" as they saunter towrad the animal pens to collect their kaiila...prowling steps carry her int heir wake, long legs flexing with her easy strides, eager to stretch her legs and test herself with a hard run ont he plains...as they near the pens, she is left to wait outside, quaking with her somewhat irrational fear of kaiila...she waits patiently, stretching lithe form, hopping from foot to foot almsot comically, warming up her muscles and lungs for the run...mounted on their kaiilas, bolas in hand, the warriors rejoin her, the lead one bending down and thrusting large hand into her hair, jerking her up for a crushing kiss, neraly brushing full lips, growling "my bola will fly true no matter how well you run, slut"...she grins wickedly as they prepare, one of the other warriors calling out the length of her head start, but her attention is on the plains before her
(00:20:19 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
- O -
TWC-IC
On the Plains
says to ALL: hearing the bellowed "run!" command from the warrior, ti'gra darts forward, toes digging to the ground to propel her onward, long legs reaching in long strides, pulling lithe form across the open plains...thick mane lifts into the breeze, streaming out behind her as if a banner, taunting the young warriors, their kaiilas impatiently stamping feet as they let her get out and up to full speed before they kick their kaiila into gear...she hears their shouts to each other and peeks over one creamy shoulder, seeing them advancing...cheering each other on
(00:26:01 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
- O -
TWC-IC
On the Plains
says to ALL: the muscles in toned legs and hips ripple with her frantic run, the lithe little beauty being extremely fleet of foot...she urges her breath to remain regular, fearful of panting and tiring too soon, allowing them their victory...the warrior had bet that he'd catch her with the first throw of his bola...his other friends bet three throws each to catch the little slave...she listened for the thud of their approaching kaiila...nails dig into her palms as she purs her strides on faster...and when they are nearly on her, she cuts sharply to the left, running harder yet...she heras one of the warriors curse at her change in gesture an dhis failed throw, having thought he could win so easily...her laughter trails back to taunt them as she runs on...peeking back, she sees they've swung their kaiila around to her trail once more, commanding them faster...she waits until they are almost upon her before suddenly darting sharply to the left once more, wanting to lull them into thinking her directions have a pattern
(00:42:24 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
- O -
TWC-IC
On the Plains
says to ALL: she hears another growl behind her, as two of the warriors and turned ot the right and one had kept on straight, the two havinga ssumed she'd alternate directions with each turn...she laughsa gian...with so much open plain, she has no intention of forming any predictable pattern with her run...she notes that the first warrior still has not release his bola...he stalks hremore carefully than the other two, his dark gaze intent upon the fleeing form...they all swing kaiilas back inline, but it is the first warrior that is int he lead now, the other two having turned wrong and had to come further to catch up to her again...she can feel her heart hammreing within her breast, moonlight shining upon the fairness of her skin to give the warriors a fighting chance in their pursuit through the night...her laughter turns faintly gasping as the run continues...she can almost feel the intensity of the lead warrior's gaze upon her flesh, leanly muscled form stretched and eager as it crosses the plains, long legs flashing white int heir rapid strides...she heras the kaiila thundering up behind her, slowing a little as they approach, ready for her to turn...she instead pumps her legs faster yet, dashing over the ground, hoping and praying hse doesn't stumble...only when they pick up the speed a bit more does she snake off to the right this time, hearing two bolas thrown and two loud curses as she laughs, peeking to see which two...and, of course, neither was the cocky warrior who had so drawn and intrigued her...still, he persued her relentlessly
(00:50:55 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
- O -
TWC-IC
On the Plains
says to ALL: now all three warriors are down to a single throw left to catch her...and her strength begins to flag, legs growing weary, strong thighs and calves trembling a bit as they struggle to go on...her laughter quiets as she has to conserve oxygen for breathing and fueling eager muscles...the warriors have only grown more determined, and spur their kaiilas on faster, hrader, each determined to capture the slut and win her service for the night...the breeze whips through her thick mane, still trailing behind her, tugging strands into her face and choking off vision and breath...frantically, tiny hands gather it, clutching the silken mass at her shoulder as tiny feet beat to the ground, pressing and springing forward with gasping breath...heraing the kaiilas close in once more, she peeks, sees the three warriors in line with each other...she forces herself to take several more steps to lull them before not only cutting sharplyto the left, but completely around, back the directiont hey'd come, back toward camp...the two warrios who'd already failed twice nearly crashed kaiilas into each other int heir quick urgings for the beasts to turn...it was the lead warrior that had the thought to simply pull back on the kaiila, letting the other two collide and swinging around in their confusion, kicking the kaiila almost savagely as he closes on her once more...just when she thinks her legs will turn to jelly with one more step, she hears the singing of the bola in the air and a hard "oomph!" is hard as her legs tangle and she collides with the ground, panting for breath
(00:55:20 )
~^Ti'gra^~
{Property of Jyrakai}
- O -
TWC-IC
On the Plains
says to ALL: she lies on the ground for several long ehn, gasping ot regain her breath...the warrior rides up alongside hre, chuckling as he dismounts...leaving logn legs tangled int he bola, he whoops in delight and flings her across the saddle of his kaiila, swinging up and urging it back toward camp as his heavy hand comes down upon taut little ass...she moans softly, writhing before him, just beginning to regain her breath when his thick fingers work beneath the scrap of leather shielding her heat, stealing her breath onc emore...the other tow fall in behind him as he returns to camp triumphant...sliding from his mount, he tosses it to a thrall to tend to as hetosses her to his shoulder, cheering for himself and tormenting her squirming body with swats and gropes, striding back into camp, chuckling at her wanton responses, even exhausted from the hard run