-Misty Tepmtress Returns-

[jesse]

<sub>Silvern hellcat skulked back to the place she was first found, shaded lobes were pinned against her crafted skull. Her optics glared at each of the light trash that neared her path. ‘Scum’ she spat at one, she cared not that many of the equines around her were larger than her, she was incredibly sinewy, each step she took sent ripples down her well defined muscles. She could easily take out a vixen that was twice her size, for she had fought such opponents in the past and had crushed them. Many doubted her superior clout and had mocked her, only to be beaten by her deadly talons.

Her hellish presence had returned to this place to find a suitable mate, she would not take kindly to any who displeased her. She was different to the first time she had visited; evil had bore into her heart until there was no longer an inch of feeling inside her. She wanted power, and would not leave this jocular place without it. To lead a powerful herd was her dream. And this would be the place it would happen.</sub>

[Amity]

Obsidian scythes sliced into tender sod that brought within imprints of massive hooves. Ankle locks swivled around scythes, pistons bringing the mammoth stallion to a stand-still at the end of a weak cliff. Barrel withdrew and expanded with heavy breathing, monochrome locks withering around the muscular crane of the beast. The Gypsy brute had been standing around Claimence Mountain all day, searching for a lovely dark mare to bring home. Maybe a few in fact.. but so far he had been unsuccessful.

Nostrils flared as he took in the aroma of a mare, dark and small she seemed. Bugel sounded loudly with a sickly whinny to the mare. Pistons bringing the brujo to a powerful gallop, slamming blades against the crumbling terrain. Flesh rippled clearly and wonderfuly under monochrome fibers. Heart pulsed with both excitement and adrenaline as Poetic Justice flung himself past socializing couples and wandering mares and stallions to find the sinewy vixen.

Slowly he calmed to a steady two-step as aroma grew stronger, until he turned a corner and found the dark vixen. Oh, she was a nice one.. but small and fragile seeming. Muscles pumped with a strong strain, trotting forth to the mare. "My, my, my.. hello, lil' lady." He paused, circling around her in a gentle manner. "I am Poetic Justice, and who is this lovely vix I am speaking to? If I may know, of course." He added, his voice was lovely and strong, proud and deep. Justice spoke sweet words, yet in a dark, devilous manner. Crane lowered crown to a half-bow to the vix, already treating her nicely.

[jesse]

<sub>Livid twin peaks swivelled in the direction of a patron’s bawl; the fae’s dainty mantel followed the beautiful resonance. Would this brute be able to satisfy the ferocious harlot? Only time would tell… The brawny dryad drew herself up to her full elevation, screening her physique that was bulging beneath her frosted castor. She intended to show this ignorant virile, who dared to approach such a perfected donna, that she was just as physically powerful as any vix that roamed this appalling world, if not more. Her visionaries grew charred and cold; she was not going to give this stupid bronco an easy ride.

As the baron appeared from round the corner she was shocked for a slight moment. He did not look like a regular dark; his mysterious hazes brought warmth and kindness. She wasn’t used to this. Regaining her posture she smirked at the bronc, her misty kissers parted as though she were about to send out sinister libretto but paused as he spoke. Her pinned back lobes perked forward as his gentle lyrics were swept into her. His slight stutter brought a diminutive smile to her labrums. It was kinda cute…

The baroness’ appealing dial was shaken faintly, she couldn’t go around thinking things like that, she had a character to endorse. Sneering at the stag she deposited her
own words into his thought-maker, ‘I am cursed Purezza’ her title was almost spat out, as though in repulsion. She had always despised that her tag meant purity; her dim-witted parents had named her that in the hope that she would be light. Idiots…


‘Do you have a herd?’ she hissed at the stud before her. She would only go with this charger if he had a secure terrain and horde; she had no objective of following a loser.</sub>

[Amity]

Crane curved gentley, hanging skull partially level to the vixen's. Pistons pulled the bastard to a halt before the lovely femme, black pools locking onto hers charmingly. "Ah, Purezza.. what a lovely name.." With a snort he nipped at her kissers in a flirtacious fashion. It was a fashionable calling, but what did it mean? Poetic didn't bother to ask, just furtherly listened to the mare. A herd?.. No, he didn't.. what would she think of him if he didn't have a herd?..

"In fact, I am currently recruiting mares. I have a land reserved, and I believe it would be to your liking, Purezza." The brute went over the words in his mind, sounded fair. And he did have his eye on an unclaimed land, that he would soon rule once he got a mare into his grasp. "Come with me, dear.. and no longer will you be a wandering vix. You will be protected, cared for, and fed like a newborn filly." He paused, smirking.. "A dark newborn filly, of course.." As Poetic Justice spoke, he came closer to her, until their eyes were only a few inches apart.

Pistons flexed with an impressive wave of strain that surged through-out his massive bodice, rippling freshly cut muscles under monochrome coat. "What do you say, dear?.." He asked in a caressing, yet dark tone of voice. A sharp ring sliced harrassingly into the vix's perks during the word 'dear', yes, this femme was lovely and sinewly; but Poet felt as if he should be cruel and threatening. Flocks of white fibers shifted as the breeze tickled his ankles and lower pillars.

[jesse]

<sub>Dull, uninterested ooids fell 'pon the brute. He was boring her now. A monotonous talon scraped against the delicate loam, tearing up precious foilage. Misted flutes flicked, listening to other equines conversations, more interesting than this one. Her sullen lanterns rolled, this stag wasn't what she wanted. He was kind, almost like a light. She didn't want this. Come to think of it, what did she want? Why was she here? Thoughts raced through her cranium with haste. She didn't need a stallion. So why was she here?

An angry dagger was stopped harshly. She didn't need to be here. She didn't need an idiotic brute to tell her what to do or feel. Her enraged optics glared back at the pathetic being before her. 'Get lost, I dont want a misirable creature like you taining my perfectly dark soul.' Her words hissed around the bronc, ringing in his lobes. Her enamals flashed, dangerously close to his frame. 'Get away from me frial animal' With that she turned on her heels and loped out of the dismal terra.</sub>