Like Me Or Die

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A bay figure emerged from the thick forest of trees at a full gallop with irritated bucks inbetween her graceful strides. As she came to a halt she snorted violently and screamed, fury flaming up in her deep black eyes. She stood prancing around on one spot, striking down hard punishing the land underneath her for just plain being there.

She watched the spaces arround her for the arrival of a stallion that would claim her and give her a home. She screamed again, louder this time, telling those that could hear to hurry up and come. She did not want to waste time in life by standing here and doing nothing.

She would make it hard for them though, she liked making things hard for stallions. A challenge always gave them more of a reward in the end if they got what they wanted and that was what she did, make them feel better if they did get what they wanted even if it did take them a long time.

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Jersulem

The mysterious brute cantered through the Terra, his henna pelt gleamed in the sun and the winds tugged on his inlogated banner. when he existed the the green thicket he slower his pace to an even trot down the valley. The collosal amount of vix's and brute's filled the earth, but this did not bother the Masculine's pride all he cared was for the one fae that sparked his imagery. His pools looked at every damsel's bodice, only one pleased him.

Hemoved his cannons at a watlz arching his serpentine and rising his ebony plume. His pride showed through his expressions and movements. Then he felt his bod come tho halt. He perfomed the lace to the ess

"Chaoi Belle, For such beauty you hold must have a name to match with it so could you please tell me your calling"

Her lowered his boa and curtiosely bowed to the enchatnress wiating for her reponse.

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<sub>The vix watched him with some curiosity, wondering whether he would rise to the challenge that she would set him or if he would much rather crumple up under her wrath and just give up, leaving her for another poor brute. The curiosity did not show in her eyes or in any other aspect of her however and so the brute would now know what she was thinking.

A slightly enticing smile caressed her lips as she spoke to him in ones that would make his blood chill in his body with want. "I am called Sinister Thoughts, and for good reason I may add" her words were spoken softly but were still audible to the brute and to him only. She would not want any others to hear what she had to say to the one that she spoke to now.

She did not bow her head back or acknowledge him much more for doing so as she had no place for good manners and courtesy. Those things did not matter to her, she liked power and force and those that had it. She tossed her head end made her mane fly up to dance in the air before falling easily over her shimmering pelt.</sub>

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Jersulem

"May I ask for what reasons you were called Sinister Thoughts?"
Laced thne curious brute.
[Was she a thinker or did she lead others to think deeper?]
The stag thought quietly to himself but the question in his mind ringed through.
His pools lifted to the hills
[Where may I seek glory?]
Finally he felt a gentle gale sweep across him and he felt all go into silence.

OOC/ sry don't rea;;y have alot of muse today.

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ooc::: that's alright, I don't either
bic::::

A slight grin appeared on her face, "Why do you ask? Can you not think for yourself why one might be named something like that?" she did not answer but would leave him to think about it, she wondered what things he might be able to come up with.

She pawed at the hard ground under her dainty hooves. Her finely carved head was turned towards the stallion as her unreadable eyes watched him for any reaction that would let her know what he might be thinking, it was always interesting to know these things.

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Jersulem

[Who is she? She is not like the other hellions in this valley, flirting with the may brutes that spend time on this forsaken valley. No, she seems to be much more than just waiting for some diablo to take her. But does she now want a challenge from me?]

The swift enchanter thought this silently to himself. His frame tilted leisurely putting him in a more comforting position. The dished crown he had sunk down to his charcoal scythes.

When his imagery completed its thought Jersulem's bod grew stiff again. He shook his drawn out mane eying the gales grabbing on to it Then he eyed the meager belle. He took a moment to decide his words then laced softly as if it were a whisper
"May I ask where you have decided your path?"
Though Jersulem didn't entirely understand the whole deal with alliances he made it prone to ask the belle the question, seeing if she was similar to the others.

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^{"My soul is that of pure darkness, I am controlled by none." she said with a grom smile, she had realised soon after he had arrived was not a complete dark. She tossed her head as she started to canter in a circle around him again, she could not stay still for too long as she got bored easily and always needed something to do or she would go mad.}

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Jersulem

The inturged brute's pools folowed the vix's melodiic movements, but the thought of her being a dark worried his imagery. The enchanter didn't know what to do, should join in the hellion's movements or just wait for her to stop.

When the decion was made he planted his daggers into the grassy terra waitng for her to halt. he beagn to mumur something in ittlallian but he soon stopped then transfered to an english toungue. Then he laced to the runnuing belle

"Oh, for myself I keep my mind nuetral"

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She stopped and turned to face him, "Nuetral is well and all but one is never free of the light side that always haunts the earth in endless waves of goodness. It sickens me!" she practically spat out the last part, she detested lights and what they did, trying to let everyone care about everyone and other things like it.

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