A Flick of The Wand

[Magic]

The painted essa trotted into Allevare Mettono, anger hidden behind her disguised eyes. Many couples were at it, shoving themselves into eachother, asking for more. Sick. She hadn't come here to get wasted, all she wanted to do was taunt a few eager studs. Her looks weren't for nothing. To add to it, disipointing someone could always make you feel better when you were out down. Especially when a certain somebody dropped their duties and went to live their life as a Loner. She was sure that her old Lord wouldn't join another herd. Was that possible, after trying to defeat most of the Horses on this Isle? Doubt it.

Her scent wafted around, waiting to surrond a brute and drag him closer. After she had a little fun, she would probobly lay low and live as a Loner for a while. Maybe she'd join another Herd. But maybe not.

Slowing to a walk in the center of a field, she lowered her cranium and began to graze the tasteless grass. Ah, nothing better than stuffing yourself with non nutritional foods then giving a stag a lap dance. Was that even possible? I think not.

OOC: Just in case you have some over eager stallions, I don't want her getting pregnant. ; )

[Vel]

Masquerade
You better hide your face.



The ebony stag made his way through the familiar terra of Allevare Mettono. His large hoof prints were left in the few centimeters of snow that layed in a crystal blanket over the frozen ground. He began to wonder if there were any mares here to began with, it was awfully cold, and he figured that they might be back in their herds, or if the were loners grouped together in Belle Valle or somewhere else.

He soon caught the scent of a vixen. She was close too. He let out a ffled whinny and headed in the direction of her scent. He shook his head, making his crimson streaked banners fall every which way. His forelock fell to the right, ivory masked side of his face. His marking certainly earned him his calling.

He halted when the form a lovely paint vixen came to into his range of vision. He stamped a dagger, the snow on his ebony a crimson feathers falling to the ground. He snorted, his breath visible in the cold air. He slowly pushed forward and halted when he was three meters in front of her.

" 'Ello love." he sang out, his lyrics floating to her audits. He flicked his whip behind him. "I am Masquerade, what would your calling be love?" His sing - song lyrics hit the cold air once again. His dark chocolate optics looked her over as he waited for her response.

[camino]

Carzeth sighed. He was feeling, in his first time ever, down. Sad. Not only had all his mares left his herd, but many got pregnant, and birthed. He hated to have to do this, but if he couldn't find his mares here, maybe he could knock up a amre just to let this depression fall away.

In a heartbeat, he saw Magic. Beautiful, loyal Magic. Wonderful Magic. And there, with her, was a hormone driven colt. In another heartbeat, he galloped in front of Magic. "So, you think you can knock up another one of mares?" He said sourly, and turned on his heels, hitting Masquarde square in the face[[Velo said I was alowwed to..xD]]

With that, Carzeth tapped Magic's nose. "Magic...I'm sorry for laeaving the herd."

[Magic]

Magic's cranium was brought upward by the whinny of a young patron. She could easily see his dark form with the white background. He stamped a foot, snorted, and navigated closer to the femme.

With a sigh, she trotted forth, looking at the stranger in the eye. No way would she get pushed around by this colt. Then he spoke. He definitley wasn't shy, but he sure was above himself. With a loud snort, the Paint smiled slyly. "Why, hello young sir. I am Magic, and it truly is a pleasure to meet you." In her mind, the word "Not." loudly ended her last sentence. The way he called her Love couldn't have been more stupid. She wasn't going to get buttered up that quickly, if ever.

But, what sent a shock through her spine, was seeing Carzeth gallop over. He looked the same as always, only at this moment his expression seemed to be a mix of hatred and annoyance. Maybe just hatred. Now, Magic's face was a whole different thing. It started off surprised, then above the clouds with joy, and finally, it hit her. She was on fire with rage. He had left all of his herd members, and most of all her for some insane reason. And now he came up to her and the one called Masquerade as if it were nothing. "So, you think you can knock up another one of my mares?" With an annoyed snort, Magic stomped her forefoot. "Excuse me, but last time I checked I wasn't part of a herd."

Carzeth did something that looked rather painful, to Maskman or whatever his name was, then gave Magic a tap on her velvet nose. She backed up, listening to his words, then turned on a dime, and galloped out of Allevare Mettono. It was too much for her, and she didn't want to spend another moment with either of those beasts.

OOC: Oh, I missed you Camino!! =)