One Second of Peace. Never. [Itasca]

[Magic]

The dusky lad trotted into Cascata Più Forrest, stopping near the ridge of a rushing river. Shifting his weight, he walked down the steep rocky bank, and came to a flat shore line. Lowering his bulky neck, he filled himself up with the chilled liquid. It was obvious that Fall had arrived. There was a sharpness to the wind.

Once Frasco had fair sized beverage, he lifted his cranium, and looked around. Sending a loud whinny from his velvety kissers, the stag trotted up to dry land. There wasn't much grass, but his sensitive orbs found a small patch, and he began to nibble. All was quiet, besides the few chirps that the birds exchanged with eachother. Flicking his whip cord about, he listened to the sound of nothing. Quietness had to be the most loudes't sound. Unescapable.

[Itasca[Tazz]]

The essa Moved through the forest with grace. Some said she had the grace of a swan and the beauty fo one to. But, she was no swan. You see you her assume sweetness and nothing ever terrible ever happened to her. Well, your assumptions would be wrong. If it weren't for bad luck, she would have no luck at all. She was here to wander the wanders, Get to know her surroundings better. It was time to show the world a new side of beauty. Beauty is is what Beauty does. Beauty does wrong for her. She had the heart of a rock. mean and cold. Her flame in her heart could never be taken out, Yet most tried they all failed. Some tied her down others just stocked her. Her heart was not a hotel. Youc an't just check in and out of.

She tossed her dreads scattering into the air and landing disorganized on her nape. Her threads were all white besides those on her crown. Her crown was always held high usually in pride for she knew nothing could ever be prettier than she. She may have been optimistic, but she gets away with it easily. Her pillars carried her to an open playa. A melodic whinny came form across the field. It went silent there after. Tightrope was curious. For sure they were not calling for her, but it would be worth seeing what all the commotion was about. she poles valuted off in a three beat manner. Soon it took her to her destination. Nothing was there besides some lonely stag. She stood there. An Ice layer grew over her optics. For it was nothing more than another one of her kind. Just killing blades of delicate foliage. A snort blew through her lips. She didn't back off from her stance.

[Magic]

Annoyance was the first emotion that struck the Andalusian. He was busily gathering fat for winter, when the essa charged in. Maybe charge wasn't the best word, but she came in. Despite her outrageous beauty, Frasco guessed that she was a Dark. If she belonged to no certain herd, he would be glad to bring her back to the herd.

Before lifting his crown, the silvered baron took another mouthful of herbage. After chewing, he made the effort to speak. "Now, what brought you here?" His accent tinged his words. Swishing his banner about, the stag had no flies to be bothered by. There wasn't a real reason to flick his thick rope. Giving a slight shake of the cranium, his turquise voids became exposed, the forelock now draped on the side on his skull.

OOC: Sorry, I've got little muse.

[Itasca[Tazz]]

She saw his eyes lift in a graceful manner. He had lots of grace in him. Odd for a brute. Usually they are just fun to look at. This one was rather quite graceful. Curiosity struck her gaze. He was starting to stir up a conversation. HE heard his words come off his lips. They seemed to hang there. Many it was all in his accent. Her boidice came closer without permission. She knew she was beatiful. So it didn;t matter. Plus, why would anyone find her a threat.. I shouldn't say that. She was actually a huge threat. Let's just say her looks made her seem harmless. Yhea.. what fit her. She stood About four feet in front of him now. His toxic scent filled her lungs. Her eyes her amazing they changed with her mood. Sometimes doing the exact opposite depends on she was feeling. Right now she was feeling mischievous. Her eyes shown a amber brown. Almost as if there were flames in it. She tossed her dial letting her dreads flow through the air only a few inches. They fell down covering her left optic. Curiosity. I guess. And you? Not even giving her name she Stood there. Delicate painted body in all. She optics ran over his body. Must had some Spanish blood in him she thought to her self.

[Magic]

The maiden glided closer, carrying herself rather proudly. She surely knew her own strength's. Her scent was sweet as it drifted in and out of his nostrils. Frasco looked over her dainty physique. Now she was a true hypnotist.

One of her amber lanterns became invisible, covered over with her forelock. She must have a Master. Such a creature musn't be alone in the woods. Much too dangerous. The dove returned, saying she was curious. Then she asked why he'd come here. Props moved forth, flank brushing up against the fae's bodice. "Had to get away from captivity." Now it was out in the air, floating around like the leaves. He had told her that he was living in a herd. With a soft nicker, the stag lowered his pate, and began to nibble on the grass once again.

OOC: Sorry it's so small. I'm running with a slight headache.

[Itasca[Tazz]]

The tainted vixen giggle at him. He was Captive once? Funny thought. She had seen humans once. They are all fools. They all chased her trying to tame her. She would only taunt them. For she wonder what he and they did in captivity. Curiosity flooded her gentle optics. Captivity? Why were you there Her lyrics hissed trying to maintain a calm voice. Torture to her was like Grapes on a vine. It almost came natural. All she had heard was horro stories about being captive. It wasn't all that was it? I mean they bring you your food.. What more could you want. Not have to worry about a thing. It a biped raised a fist to me.. I would explode with anger. We all know what that would lead up to. Pain was nothing more than a sign of life. If she was felt or inflicted pain.. she was still alive.

Tightrope toyed with her dial. Her nape bridged between her crown and breast showing slight Arabic heritage. She blew through her kissers as she danced. She was much like a gazelle. Her stride were bouncy and fluent when she moved. She knew she was a head turner. It was hard to resist someone such as her. Hey gaze still remained on The figure in front of her as he started to kill again. Her brow raised her lips pressed downward. Looks like this brute wasn't much for introductions. As much as she hated it. looks like she would introduce herself. A sigh blew through her lips letting them fall back into a relaxed posture. I haven't even got your name yet She cooed delicately. Her crown titled in waiting for a response.

[Magic]

"Like many of the equine on this isle. I was born in the wild, then caught." It would be foolish to tell her the whole story. Yes, she looked like a harmless little essa, but this maiden could use her mouth as a wealthy defense line. For all he knew, she might be some spy!

After speaking, he noticed that he was being a scoundral. He shouldn't be chating with a mare, while a war had begun. Suddenly tossing his pallet up, the stag snorted, and looked at the maiden with mysterious voids. "I haven't even got your name yet" So, she wanted to hear his calling. "Frasco; the true meaning of free." With a loud, masculine snort, the ivory beast pushed off with his stakes, and galloped towards the one place he was needed.

OOC: "Frasco; the true meaning of free." Hah, cor-un-E!!

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope stood there watching him leave. She wondered if he would come back and share words with her another time. Perhaps here when the was was over.