Stranger in a New Land

[Grimm]

KISMET

WATER!!! Twin pairs of ivory hooves dug at the ground as the deep golden mare took off at a gallop heading right toward the sound of the water. Oh it had been days since she had had a drink and her body was starting to betray her. It didn't even matter to her that she crossed into a stallion's land, at least it didn't matter at the current moment.

Ivory tendrils flared out over her back and danced across her arched neck, while an ivory banner twisted and turned behind her as she raced toward the sound of the water. By the time she actually got to the thunderous river she had to rear up, twisting to the left and turning on her back hooves to keep from going over the edge of the riverbed and into the river. The trumpeting whinny probably wasn't needed, but she hadn't expected to come out of the cover and right to river. Slamming twin daggers to the ground, Kismet finished the entire circle she had started in the air and was once more looking at the river.

It was moving so fast, it was dangerous to drink, but as she trotted down a little bit, leaving the area that she had called out, knowing if there were any other horses in the area they might be heading this way now, she slipped down the side of the river bed, coming to rest on an embankment and at the river's edge. Where she stood, a small stream had branched off from the river and the current was much slower, slow enough to allow her to drink. With a quick look around, Kismet quickly lowered her head, front two hooves slipping into the water and drank. She constantly lifted her head after a few moments, Kismet returned to the water several times.

"speech"

Tag: Fang

[Sync]

"Oh sweetie, you're either stupidly brave or naively stupid." Fang drawled quietly as he stood at the top of the highest mountain in his lands. His palomino and white form was surrounded by jagged, sky scraping rocks, their sharp edges shining threateningly in the sunlight. Fang smirked, his pointed ivories very similar to his surroundings. Stalking the mare with his bloodied eyes, he made a soft noise of delight as she started looking for a place to drink. He had time to make his approach. She would be hist first essa, but by no means his last. Starting the careful trek down the side of the mountain, Fang walked daintily, avoiding hidden burrows and dangerous drops. He hadn't been there long, but Fang had mapped out his lands quickly and thoroughly. He'd spent three days doing so. It was all in his mind already.

Licking his lips as her scent reached his nares, Fang's smirk grew devilish. From a far, he'd known she was a femme. No stallion could move that gracefully and elegantly. Sure, he'd met some that were certainly graceful, but they would never be the same as a vixen. It just didn't work that way. "Delicious." He purred quietly, knowing she wouldn't be in hearing distance just yet. He took his time as he approached her silently to survey her. She was frankly beautiful. Her rich palomino coat shining in the sunlight. Her white markings framed her beautifully, as did her cream whip cord and banner. She was a beautiful sight. Edible. He thought to himself with a quiet snicker. She would be his, whether she wanted to be or not. Her scent was just too enticing, her looks drawing him like a moth to a flame. But he had his wits about him. She wouldn't get an advantage over him. Not ever. She would be his forever. If he was feeling particularly nice, he may even call her his mate. First come, first serve and all that. It depended on the foals she bore him. They would definitely be strikingly handsome, that was for sure.

Fang did not doubt that she had already seen him, but he still did not speed up. She seemed too enthralled in her drinking anyway. Stalking toward her, his cranium held low and his pace predatory, his smirk returned as he hit the edge of the river bank, standing over her. "Hello beautiful temptress. Welcome to my humble lands." He dropped his dome in a mock bow, sending one limb forward so that he could rest his maw upon his knee. Regal. Don't you agree? Straightening up again, Fang descended the banking and moved closer to the fae, his maw trailing her neck in a caress as he breathed her in deeply. "You're intoxicating this close." He told her with a smirk, his sharpened daggers bared to the femme. He wondered her reaction to his ivories briefly before shielding them and taking another deep breath. Nickering softly, he leaned in closer to her, his maw almost touching hers. "What is your name, gorgeous? Or are we going to play some cat and mouse before hand?" He asked, his vocals dripping with venomous amusement. And, I will be the victor. He added silently, his eyes grazing over her indulgently, making sure she knew her appeal to him. Giving her hints that she would not be leaving.

[Grimm]

KISMET

All in all, Kismet's entire body seemed to relax as the refreshing, cool liquid rushed from the river, to her maw, up her throat, and back down into her gullet. If she had been standing completely upright, she would have trumpeted to the sky. It had been several days since she had been able to drink water. Shivering as she slowly lifted her head, twin audits perked as she thought she heard something. Brown orbs almost completely bugged out as her nostrils flared, taking in the sickening scent of a stallion.

How had he gotten so close to her? Her head slowly turned, audits flickering back and forth, finding that there was a slight noise above her. Twin brown orbs pinned the stallion, finding him perched above her on the hill she had just slipped down to get to this shallow bend. Which also meant, this stallion was now blocking her clear way out of the bend. Her rump swung around, ivory banner swishing in anger at being caught in a hard place. It wasn't until he dipped down to bow above her. It was . . . regal, at least until he slipped down the hill and was rubbing up against her like he knew her. The . . . . fangs that were in the stallion's maw caressed her neck, causing her to turn and snap at stallion, not even caring that her teeth weren't as sharp.

With his maw inches from her own, she threw her head back, neck snapping forward and snapping at the stallion once more. She snorted, front hooves leaving the ground for just a moment and in that instant, she flipped around, presenting her rump to the stallion. For a moment, she stayed on the ground, ivory banner swishing before the stallion's maw, before her back hooves lifted and bunched, before lashing out at the stud, hoping to catch him in the body, whether a killing kick or a confusing on, she didn't care. "Go to Hell!" she snorted, back hooves touching down once more and she started to leave the stallion.

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[Sync]

Cat and mouse it is. He smirked, just watching as she snapped at him. He seemed to raise a brow, still looking relaxed and... amused. Watching her through humour lit eyes, he chuckled as she snapped again. "Ah, ah, ah. Strike one, Princess." He warned her. He admired her as she rose onto her hind legs, leaning forward as she span and taking a deep breath of her scent as her rump was presented to him. He gave a soft moan. She was just delectable. He would have her, there was no doubt. "Strike two." He warned. He could feel her coiling, ready to attack. This wasn't going to end well at all. In her haste and rush of hatred, it seemed her aim was far off. "If you do not stop, you're the one who will be going to hell." He growled, his annoyance growing. "And that was strike three." He hissed.

Surging forward with a lightening fast speed, he grasped the top of her whipcord between his teeth. He put enough pressure to show the damage he could cause before pulling her back. Herding her closer to the water again, strategically placing himself in the way of her exit, his blood shaded oracles locked on her deep brown ones. His lips were pulled into a snarl, curling back over his ivories. He reached out, nicking her cheek gently and drawing a drop of blood. "That, you barely felt. Next time you try and escape, I'll make sure you suffer." He warned, moving closer. He pressed his maw to hers, watching her closely. He then trailed it gently up to the skin he had just broken, his tongue flicking out and capturing the droplets with ease. He then began to nuzzle her gently, his maw returning to its previous caress. "Tell me your calling." He demanded this time, his vocals low and hoarse. He pulled in her scent once more. "Or I'll make you." His threat was thick, he did not threaten just because he could. He always came through, no matter what.

[Grimm]

KISMET

Strike one? He dare play games with her! She refused to take sure behavior from her own son and she would NOT be treated like this by son stallion she didn't even know the name of! From her position of escape, she craned her neck around, ivory tresses fanning over her back and back toward the stallion. "The only place I'm going is far fro- OH!" the mare whinnied as she watched the stallion lunge forward, fang-like teeth snapping closed onto her banner and tugging her back toward him. "Release me!"

[/color] she snorted as the fangs put pressure and then pulled her back. She watched with flames in her orbs as he blocked her path of escape, herding her closer and closer to the water.

Ivory back hooves dipped into the water, causing her to snort and dance in place. There was no escape from either force, with the stallion before her and the river behind her. She blew air through her nostrils, a snort of distress quickly turning into an angry squeal as the stallion reached out and nipped at her cheek causing her collar to coil, arching as she turned her maw from the stallion as if trying to protect the small wound from him.

"Maybe you didn't hear me," she snorted, nostrils flared and she struck out with her muzzle, dull teeth, in comparison with his, nipping at his cheek, raising the same amount of blood that he had brought to the surface, though her wound didn't look as clean as his was on her cheek. "I will NOT tolerate any abuse from the likes of YOU!"[/color] she all but screamed at the stallion, striking out with a hoof as she spoke.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[Sync]

Anger flared in his oracles as she demanded her release. She was grating on his last nerve already. His eyes blazed against her gaze, his expression challenging. She would face death before she leaved these lands, now he was certain. Her distress at being backed into the punishing river delighted him, his smirk returning. And her angered snort caused a shiver to dance along his spine. His maw followed her as she tried to escape his lethal jaws. He laughed as she struck out, his eyes diluting at the pain. "Darlin', I heard you perfectly fine. And pain won't stop me." He leaned forward, his maw at her audit. "I love it." He growled, his vocals rough.

"If you don't stop, sweetheart, all you will get from me is abuse. You come into my lands, drink my water, mark me and then expect to escape?" His tone was condescending, allowing her strike to hit but offered no reaction. He began to circle her tightly, making sure she's kept in the water. "I wanted to offer you security, shelter and adoration. I will have the most powerful of herds. You will be untouchable. But, then you throw it in my face." He nipped at her rump, then took in a deep scent of her. She was ripe. Not in heat, but that did not matter. He could still use her. And up until, during and after she was. Circling back around to her front, he locked his gaze on her. "You have one last chance of safety. All I want is your name. If you can give me that, you may live. Until then, your life is hanging by a thread." He snapped his jaws at her ear threateningly. If this damn fae acted up again, he wouldn't hesitate. He'd rip a chuck out of her pretty little radar's without a second thought. "Choose wisely." He warned in a sing song voice, a delighted smirk returning. For him, it was a win/win situation whatever she chose.

[Grimm]

KISMET

The surprise at his words was so thick you could have felt it against your skin as Kismet planted all four hooves, doing her best to not bolt. The fight or flight instinct had already kicked in but she found that maybe it wasn't in her best interest. He was threatening her life, something that wouldn't have normally been tolerated but it seemed that she was out maneuvered here. "You're sick," she whinnied, shaking her head, ivory mane tossing as she tried to side step away from him.

"You came out of no where harassing me and flashing your fangs at me," she hissed, but didn't move anymore. She wasn't stupid, stubborn yes, but not stupid. He was stronger, fast, and more evil, but he was only one stallion and whenever she got her chance she would find her much bigger son and put this nasty thing in his place. Well . . . He may have been evil, but at least he looked good enough that it kind of made up for it. At the mention of him offering her all these things, her head cocked to the side and she eye balled him. "Security, shelter and adoration, huh?" she questioned, her banner tips throwing water over her back and peppering his hide. "Untouched?"

[/color] she questioned again. She didn't believe that one . . . at leave the security, shelter, and adoration she could understand by the way he was acting, but staying untouched? She was bleeding and he had only been around her for a few moments.

No. She shook her head, trying her best to keep body parts away from his fangs. When fangs nipped at her rump her whole backside tensed and she did her best not to kick out at him. Instead, she turned and glared at him. "Your name first, stallion . . . Then you mat have mine . . . But only with your word that the blood drawing will stop!"[/color] she hissed, audits flattened against her cranium, orbs blazing, and hooves digging against the ground, splashing water against her belly.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[Sync]

Fang laughed. "Extremely so." He agreed, his tone laced with humour. His moods, they changed so quickly it was hard to keep up. His amusement, anger, annoyance, pleasure and back to amusement. He was starting to give himself whiplash. "But, I get things done. I do not mess around, and I certainly can never be beaten. I can see those clogs turning, Princess. Nobody you have, no matter their size, will kill me." He spoke truthfully and freely. He really was not scared of anything she could throw at him. For Fang was as tactical as he was crazy. A lethal combination. "You were trespassing. Did you expect me to be all sugar coated and welcoming? You're more naive than I first thought, obviously." He rumbled thoughtfully, glad that she had finally stopped trying to attack him. This would be easier.

He chuckled quietly as her head cocked to the side, nodding at her questioning and then shook his head at the second. "No. Untouchable." He corrected patiently. "Stallions, mares, colts and fillies from far and wide will not be able to reach you. You will be associated with the most powerful Monarch in Thunder Plains. I, though, will be able to touch you. You will be my Queen, so to speak. If you start treading in the right direction. You have spirit, and you can fight if you focus a little more. I shall train you. You will bare my offspring, and you will be residing here. Make the right choice Princess, then you shall evolve into a Queen." He purred through his speech, tantalizingly. She was staying, whatever she chose. Death or life.

"I will stop drawing your blood, though the second one did not break your skin, darling." He smirked. "Put those ears forward, you look a lot prettier when you do." He advised, aligning himself back in her view. "My birth name is Fang, though I am known by a legend in my parts. The Devil's advocate." The legend rolled from his tongue seductively. He allowed himself to fall silent as she took it in, his cranium lifting to scent the air. No other trespassers. That was good. His fun was not complete yet. "Give me your name, beautiful. I'd love to place one on you, the nicknames are growing old." He purred again, resisting the urge to nuzzle her again. He'd pushed her quite enough for now.

[Grimm]

KISMET

At the mention of no one she knew could kill him, her manner fell. He spoke truthfully, no games other than the amusement that played in his orbs and expression. No, she wouldn't throw her son at this monster . . . demon . . . whatever he was. No, she wouldn't risk Roland, not when he was so young, free, and Monarch of his own land. "No. I am not naive. I simply expected you to be a descent stallion that would leave a lone mare alone if she wished," she spat, knowing it made her sound even more naive. That wasn't even the reason that she had wondered into this land. Something had called to her, something that she didn't like but loved at the same time.

The entire time she had been around this stallion, her blood had been racing, her energy high, her heart pounding, yet very little of it had been from fear. She was enjoying her time around this stud. Crazy as it sounded, she felt like a little filly again, not some old mare that had no home except her son's herd. It shocked her, to think that she was enjoying the treatment of one so demonic, but after almost two years any stallion that wasn't her son might have looked good. It just . . . No there was no justifying it. She didn't want to anymore.

Untouchable? "What about my son?"

[/color] she asked, angry with herself for even bringing it up to begin with. Roland was a fine stud, he didn't need his mother to keep tabs on him. No, she shook her head, tossing her mane over her neck. "Forget I even asked about him,"[/color] she stated, her voice falling. At the mention of her bearing more offspring, her head shot up and her orbs took in the stallion before her. Bear his offspring? It made her take a very good look at him. Her only breeding had been with Roland's sire, one so long ago she had all but forgotten the touch of a stallion at her back. But this one, with his blood red orbs, jagged fangs, and elegant frame, she found that maybe the idea wasn't so bad. Snorting, she took a step forward, actually nudging him out of the way. As soon as she did, she turned, circling him, taking in his entire frame.

He was taller than she, though not by much. His golden hue almost the same as herself, but he held so much more white. He was strong, there was no denying that, and as she came round his rump and up the other side, she allowed herself a little more room, taking him in once more before she spoke. Her progress halted as she stood before him, as he had her, blocking his path but opening her back to the freedom behind her. She might not be strong, but she could run, even if she couldn't outrun him for long, she could go down with a fight. She let him see these thoughts in her eyes, though the deep brown orbs didn't leave his red ones.

"Work my way up from Princess to Queen," she repeated. Petty words that could easily be taken back when and if a younger, feistier mare came along. Or possibly words of truth, due to this ones honest tone so far. Either way, she wasn't interested in the power, the stallion seemed to hold all of her attention. She turned her head from the stallion . . . Fang as she had finally gotten a name out of him, even though she hadn't been looking for one. Her attention turned to the surrounding area, scanning for answers the landscape would never give. She took a very deep breath, all sorts of emotions playing through her, but when she turned back to Fang there were none in her eyes or on her face. "You would have kept me anyway, taken me back kicking and screaming, or killed me here where we stand. I'm to young, to interested in one day seeing my son's offspring, even if from a distance. . . . I am called Kismet, and if you can at least give me your word that I may one day stand on a hill and watch my son's first foals walk among his land, I won't fight you . . . . too much,"[/color] she stated, audits up as he asked, but gaze boring into his. He didn't have to accept her request.[/size][/color][/blockquote][/blockquote]

[Sync]

Fang, feeling quite charitable, decided to let her carry on. Though her words made her sound that little bit more naive, he simply nodded. "Okay darlin', if you say so." He drawled. Fang had not missed the excitement boiling in the mare before him during their encounter. It had enticed him, kept him here. He could practically hear her heart beating, listening to the thrum of her blood in her veins. It thrilled him. It was what had driven him to nip at her. He just loved her taste already. His smirk returned as she asked of her son, his cranium tilting to the side ever so slightly. She tried to throw him off course, but he wouldn't have that. He had a pretty good idea who she was now. "You're the dam of that big black brute, in the Thunderian territory. I am right, aren't I?" He offered in delight. That stag seemed peaceful. He wondered how much if he knew who was about to claim his precious mother. Who, in fairness, Fang would treasure. He loved mares, and this one was of a personality he adored. Mares were the safest in his company, no matter what another said. They were just beautiful. All of them. No matter the shape, size, breed or personality.

Fang complied as she nudged him away, backing up a couple of steps. He was certain he'd be able to catch her if she ran anyway, but her intentions did not seem to be that as she began to circle him. His dome rose as she took him in, his whipcord tickling the edge of the crashing river of which he now stood closer to. Eventually she came to a rest in front of him, causing him to raise a brow. She was opening herself up to what she believed freedom. She was wrong. He would catch her. He wouldn't give up. He smirked back at her, his ivories on show, his eyes daring her. She surely wouldn't be that stupid, would she? His thoroughbred bloodlines sang at the prospect of a chase, his Quarter horse genes limbering up for the distance. Disinterestedly picking at an itch on his pelt that could only belong to a paint, he waited for her to speak again.

"All it takes is one measly choice. You can do that, can't you?" He asked her softly, the seductive edge in his vocals returning. He reached out, pressing his maw gently, the sweetest of touches he'd given her yet, against her cheek and then withdrew. It was almost a kiss. A sweet, gentle promise. He'd take care of her, she really wouldn't have to worry about that. Allowing her to turn her head, he rocked back on his heels and then forward. He could practically hear her think, it interested him. As she looked back, Fang frowned for the first time. He did not like when another showed no emotion. It was not pleasant, even for one as insane as himself. He nodded solemnly at her assumption. Maybe she wasn't as stupid as he thought. He listened as she spoke of her son, confused why she would feel that much attachment to her young. Fang didn't know what love was, especially one toward a child. It was just odd to him. New life meant new battles. Foals, they were just to be trained into the next warrior, guard or brood mare. Nothing more, nothing less. He wondered if that would change if he had his own young. With the lovely Kismet, who's name he'd just been granted. Such a beautiful name. He thought silently. Her offer though, he deliberated for quite some time. Could he trust her to come back if she did so? He looked over her critically before slowly nodding. "I can give you that privilege. You may see your son, but you must come back to me. Unharmed." He agreed softly, moving closer to her, slowly, not stalking her this time. His audits were perked forward, his expression soft and clear. This Fang did not make a regular appearance. "Will you be my Queen?"

[Grimm]

KISMET

As soon as Fang described Roland to her, Kismet felt a sick ball lodge in the pit of her gullet. She had an affection for her only offspring that was boarder line obsessive, but she had seen other foals killed, taken, and mistreated, something she never wished to happen to her son. And the delight in Fang's voice unnerved her. Yet, even though she couldn't get rid of the worry that was almost choking her, she nodded. "He is my only offpsring . . . As no other stallion has been able to get close to me during any heat cycle in the past three years," she stated, head lifting at that little bit of information. It hadn't even been because of Roland, no, she had held her own against those stallions, but standing before Fang, the false hope of freedom at her rump, she didn't mind that she had been caught, so to say.

The kiss that Fang bestowed upon her was the first true sign of kindness that she had seen out of the stallion. It was sweet, something she hadn't expected from him and caused her to completely look at him in a different light. That light was broken as she saw the frown spread over his maw as he must have seen her emotionless expression. "Don't like it when I hide?"

[/color] she grinned, the smile spreading quickly while she shook out her mane.

Hearing that he would agree to her request brought the grin to a halt and tears to her eyes. Yet the unharmed part caused her to cock her head to the side. "It's not me that I am worried about, dear one,"[/color] she stated, the first time she had called anyone that and actually meant it in a very long time. "I'm more worried about my son. He won't be to happy when he gets news of you claiming me. I know him well, his soft, kind hearted demeanor will drop and we will both have trouble on our hooves if he comes this way,"[/color] she snorted, the grin back as she stepped toward the painted stallion. Her maw reached out, collar muscles brushing against his and she pressed the same gentle affection against the cheek that she had marred. "And I would be honoured . . . As long as you think you can handle me?"[/color] she grinned, lightly nipping at his neck as she pulled away. This couldn't have been what she had been running from for nearly three years. If it was, shame on her.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[Sync]

"And you ache for more offspring, don't you?" The purr returned. He could give her foals. He was going to give her foals. "And I'll be allowed near, shan't I?" He asked, smirking at her slowly. Her mind was wavering he could sense it. How he ached to make her his in the best way he knew possible. But Fang could be a gentleman, if he wanted to. He'd let her say when she was ready. After all, He had made a silent vow to protect her. Even from himself. He smiled as he pulled back from the kiss he'd bestowed her, glad to see she hadn't snapped at him. He could of had another chunk torn from him, but Kismet was warming to him. He liked that thought.

"Not at all." He admitted freely. It didn't suit her to have no life in her expression. She was naturally a animate mare it seemed. It just didn't look right when she held it from him. Her grin though, was new. He enjoyed seeing it. It made him warm ever so slightly. He moved closer again. Her tears surprised him further. Did foals really mean that much to mares? His brow furrowed slightly. Why couldn't he feel that? Was he more defective than he originally thought? Shaking himself violently, he pushed the thoughts away as she spoke once more. This time using a pet name. He smiled genuinely. "Oh?" He queried, flicking his audits completely forward as she explained about her son. He bit back the urge to scoff. "We will be fine. As long as he knows to back off when he is not needed, He will be too. I suggest you speak with him. I do not want to hurt you through hurting him for his bold and silly mistakes." Fang spoke matter of factly. He guessed Kismet knew the damage he could cause, and he wouldn't want to deal with her hatred over it. He felt attachment to her already.

A smile crossed his rough lips again as she returned his kiss, his form relaxing under the touch. "I'll damn well try." He chuckled, resting his maw between her shoulder blades and nuzzling gently. The light nip made him snort and give a rumble of laughter. She was a cheeky vixen. Moving closer as she pulled away, he ran his maw along her neck and over her barrel, before resting on her rump. "You have missed the touch of a stallion, haven't you my Queen?" He asked her softly, his tongue flicking out to lap at the palomino pelt slowly. She was just addictive. He nibbled the skin gently, careful not to break it. He could use these weapons for pleasure too. "But there had been nobody worthy, not for you. You were right to hold off. You deserve to be treasured. Worshipped. Adored." He purred, moving closer to her tail. "Your scent is just intoxicating. " He drawled, stilling his maw but resting it just above her tail.

[Grimm]

KISMET

"I am a mare. We all ache for new life, whether or not we truly know it," she stated when he asked her if she ached for more offspring. Yes, there had been fine looking stallions along the way, but none had been worthy, in her orbs. As he posted the question on whether or not he would be allowed near her, she couldn't help but throw her head back, tossing her mane as she pinned her audits back and dug at the ground once her neck was arched once more and her head down. "Maybe . . . If you're sweet to me," she nickered, body swaying back and forth on ivory daggers. She would of course let him have her once she came into heat, but where was the fun in just giving herself over. Why not make the poor stallion work a little?

Once he started talking about Roland once more, she calmed down. "I don't bother him often. He doesn't expect me around his land for a little while longer . . . Probably not until after most of his mares are out of heat. I will speak to him the next time I see him, unless you would like for me to make a special trip,"

[/color] she snorted, not really liking the idea of leaving him so soon, which kind of surprised her, but she would be a good little mare, as long as she could, at least. The evil little twinkle in her deep brown orbs flashed, while she followed his movements with playful orbs.

She was doing her best not to just fall over as the stallion rested his head on her. Luckily, the worse she did was lean more on him, one of her back hooves lifting and presenting itself to the normal 'I'm-comfortable' pose that horses took. The tip of her ivory dagger broke earth, before pushing forward, all of her weight going to three legs rather than four. She sighed deeply as he ran his maw along her neck, hide twitching as she felt his tongue rasp against her pelt. "Even the sire of Roland didn't get this close. Consider yourself lucky,"[/color] she snorted, reaching her head round just a bit to rest her maw on his spine. She listened to him speak, thinking he was right, how picky she was when going with Vrake, of how picky she had been of the mares she had kept Roland around when they stayed shortly with all mare herds. Yet, his last statement and the close proximity of his fangs to her rump and tail caused her to flick her tail out, catching him in the chest with the stinging tips. "Pretty words,"[/color] she snapped, brown orbs watching him, though she held no displeasure in her voice or gaze. She simply nickered, before flipping her tail once more and then resting it.[/size][/blockquote][/blockquote][/color]

[Sync]

Fang's left hark clamped down against his neck as she spoke of all mares wanting offspring. He guessed with many that could be true, but he knew mare's with souls as black as his who's last thought was to bring life into the cruel world. He did not argue with her though, and smirked as she made her displeasure to his questioning known. He simply drank in the beautiful sight before him, admiring the curve in her neck, studying as her muscles flexed beneath her shiny pelt. "Sweet I can do, my Queen. I promise you that." He reached out, running his maw soothingly over her neck. As delightfully dangerous as she looked all defensive, he preferred her relaxed. She had elegant beauty that he'd rarely seen before. He adored it. She looked ravishing.

"No special trip needed, my dear. Unless he comes here, take your time." He assured her softly, his eyes sparkling at the thought of having her to himself. You are mine now, my beauty. And I have a feeling you're going to enjoy yourself very much. He thought in delight, a genuine smile crossing his deadly jaws. It only widened at the glint that flashed deep in her expressive oracles, exciting him further. "You're a bad girl, deep down, aren't you my beauty?" He purred as he moved closer, smiling as she leaned into him. He enjoyed the touch, his pelt twitching in delight slightly. It was nice being this close to a fae, he hadn't for a long time. Not just for comfort anyway.

"I consider myself very lucky. Very lucky indeed." He agreed, shuddering as her warm breath caressed his back as she rest her maw on his spine. She was relaxed, well, more relaxed than before. Chuckling as her whipcord warned him. "True words." He promised, taking another deep breath. Her scent tickled his nares, begging him to come closer, taunting him. He gave a small gasp, pulling his maw away reluctantly. If this was what she did to him while not in heat, he couldn't wait until she was. Feeling his eyes darken, he turned again and lipped gently at her mane. "Would you like a tour, my Queen?" He drawled, his vocals rougher than before. She was just addictive, he'd need to be touching her at all times it seemed.

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"We'll see about that, my King," she crooned. Her neck arched as Fang nuzzled her collar, her ivory nostrils flared, taking in his scent. As he answered her question about making a special trip out to see her son, she nodded. "I'm sure Roland has other things to keep him busy. I'll see him some time," she stated, nodding her head.

The delight in Fang's orbs caused Kismet to cock her head to the side. She couldn't help but grin, not sure what he was thinking about, at least until he spoke causing her to snort and throw her head back. She stamped a hoof, nose in the air as if she was offended by the statement. "How dare you? I'm a good little mare," she snorted, barely able to keep a straight face. It was starting to seem that she had missed being wild and bad. As a foal, she had been free and spirited. Stallions had treated her badly, but it seemed that it didn't matter anymore.

She had her very own stallion that seemed entirely fixated on her. Something she wasn't use too. Snorting, she sighed pressing her maw into his mane and breathing in. "I would love a tour, my sweet,"

[/color] she nickered, nibbling on the ends of Fang's mane. Tugging gently, she took several steps away from him before turning her collar back to him, eyes challenging him as she danced before him. "Would you rather show me around, or should I figure things out for myself?"[/color] she asked, winking at stud that had somehow brought the filly back out of an aging mare. She felt like she did when she met Vrake . . . at least about the time she was in . . . .

Her rump suddenly swung around, ivory banner swishing as if the throw flies away from her. Yes, she was interested in having another foal, but she just met Fang, it wasn't suppose to happen so quickly after meeting a stallion . . . Damn cycles![/color][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote]