It's lonely in the night-but company is dangerous

[Thyken]

A white form slid like silk between the tall, dark trees,
weaving in and out.
His snow-coloured ribbons caught in the overhanging branches,
and his dish whirled, snorting quietly, to snip the twigs out with his razor-sharp ivories.
Face turned back to watch the forest around him,
auds picking up on the moonlight shineing through the leaves
ad he slowly places one white-brown dagger into the leaf clutter
on the ground.

He was as if a predator, slowly stalking through the woods,
but not looking for anything, it seemed.
But once something had caught his white-blue eyes-
you had the feeling it wouldn't be given up easily.

He stopped in a clearing and, nostrils flared,
sniffed for a sign of other horses,
prefferable femmaes.

He picked up nothing, but stood next to the clearing,
leaning his bulk against a wide tree just out of site.

Someone would arrive there eventually, and he was patient.
Very, very patient.

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[falconx]

Slowly walking through the woods the mare eyes the forest around her. She didn't trust it, she didn't trust anything, or anyone. Her muscles quivering and twitching under her flaming coat. Startled the mare froze her maw lifted in the air. Catching a whiff of a stallion she backed up her haunches ready to spring the moment danger arrived. Sunlight reflected in her eyes and the red orangy mixture seemed to ignite. Finally she relented and continued on her way, keeping an eye on her surroundings. Stopping again she snorted slightly rearing her daggers whirling wind around. She landed back down on the ground the stirred up air danced around and played with her mane.

[Thyken]

His auds rested until his nostrils flared at the scent of a vix,
right before him, looking, of all things, nervous.
He smiled, an unnatural thing for a horse,
ivories shining in the light, proving he had sharpened them
to fine points, kin to a cobra's fangs, and only slightly
lest deadly.


The stallion stepped out into her path,
front daggers hitting the ground with force enough to drive them
into the soft leaf-litter covering the ground.
He snorted, hoping to startle her with his sudden pounding into
the turf before her, auds flicking appreciatively across her
sleek figure. A ripple of longing that he suppressed with all effort ran down his spine.

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[falconx]

That mare jumped back her muscles quivering and her heart pounding to where she thought it would burst. Her orbs surveyed the brute before her. Snorting she bared her teeth at him. She didn't know who he was or what he wanted, but she was fairly sure she wouldn't agree. "I've met brutes like you before!" She hissed at him. Tail lashing out angrily and partly nervousness.

Orbs glaring at the stallion she half pranced up to him, eyeing him she pawed the turf. "What do you want?!" She sneered skeptically. She took to small steps back from the stallion just in case. Again she eyed his build he was quite something to look at... Shaking her head her mane flung in the now quiet breeze.

[Thyken]

The stallion snorted with laughter at the mare's hissing
tone. He sidled back up too his normal stance, watching her
as she eyed him over.

Ay, vix. So suspicious, it may be I only desire the pleasure of your company.

His mane shook as he swung his neck too face her, lipping her ear with his
kissers than darting quickly away, gone behind her before she had time too turn.

His auds glanced over her lustily,
his ears pricking at her every slight move.
He snaked his neck to her withers and nipped above her tail gently,
sharp teeth never the less leaving small pricks of blood.
He licked it carefully off his teeth as he swerved away,
so as she could not kick him, and ran over her with
desiring orbs, taking in the sight of her, snorting with
a sick kind of joy.

Calm now, mare. Cannot we play... nicely?

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[falconx]

She bucked at him as he nipped her, her tail swishing in his face. Raising up she turned on her back legs, turning to face the brute. Teeth bared, showing small sharp fangs, glazed the color of blood. "Any mare in her right mind would not desire your company brute!" She hissed at him. Lifting her daggers in the air she brought the down, meeting the turf inches away from the stallion.

"Playing is one thing, with you is another!" She snorted disgustly at the brutes arrogance. Lifting her thin figured skull she lunged at his shoulder hoping to at least nip him, as a warning.

[Thyken]

The stallion danced away, shoulder
barely pinched my her sharp ivories.
He laughed, head held high as his daggers hit the
ground one by one, pounding into the grass
as he made his way in a threatening circle around her.

Well then, femmae, you have proven yourself...
fiesty. Congratulations.

Laughing, whinnying lightly at her anger.

He slowly lowered his head to gently rub his
chin across her back, then darted away, farely prancing
across the clearing, regarding her with his
blind-colored eyes.

What be your name?

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[falconx]

Swirling around the vix glared at the brute. Muscles tense, finally releasing she sprung forward kicking out at the stallion. Swinging her skull she turned and glared at him. Fiery eyes igniting a she looked at the stallion.

"You're to kind brute" She sneered.
"Is there something you find funny?!" She spat at him.

Shaking her coat to get rid of his touch, she watched the brute prance away. Swinging her head up she jumped forward, her daggers making a hideous racket.

"I be called Falcon" She replied mocking his choice of words. "And you brute?"

[Thyken]

He skidded backward, narrowly avoiding her flying daggers,
Her gaze seemed too bore holes in his bleach-white pelt,
and even his fixed eyes flitted away, intimidated, from
the flame-licked gaze she placed upon him.

He recovered his composure and snarled his lyrics
across the clearing cleanly.
"Vix, I find you funny. Alone in a forest... alone with me,
and apparently relativly unafraid. Where do you come from?"

His eyes danced as he recited carefully.
"My title be Lucky Die."
"I am a rogue stallion in this land,
and I dare you too guess what I am after."

His eyes played across her finely arched neck and withers obviously, so she would see he was looking.
Lips playing into a smirk and a shiver going down his ghostly body.

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