Her Sweet Arivail.

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope danced into her land. It was as Much as hers as it was his. For she was the queen of this hell. She Threw her dial high in the air. She gasps in fresh oxygen and let out a sigh of triumph. For this was hers. As much as she hated sharing it, other roamed on here. She wanted this land and Quixtant to herself. She was greedy. Some called her foolish for that. She found it amusing. She was hard headed and wasn't going to her her beliefs down. For she was here to stay. Her plates carried her anatomy to the centre of this terra. A long desolate whinny rang from her delicate obsidian kisser. She waited. Waited for her love to come. This was almost and arranged marriage you could say. Her puppeteer arranged this without her knowing. Boy she had some words to say to here. If tightrope didn't like the guy, she would probably just torture him until she was banned. Funny thought. That would be Easy. Easy then 3.14, Pie for those of you who don't know math. She arched her naped and shook it. Sanding her dreads threw the air. It was getting long. longer than it was last year. Considering she had it ripped out. She smirked. That fight was fun. Even if she was serverly injured she still enjoyed it. Was it a crime to enjoy someone else s pain. Even her own was pleasing, speaking that she would inflict pain on others if they did it to her. A soft chuckle came upon her lips. It was necessary to talk to yourself, arguing made you crazy. Everyone talked to themselves. ONly the cocky liars wouldn't admit it. She laughed at them. Would they ever figure out that the world doesn't revolve around them? The world Revolved around her. She was the attention barer. She would get most if not all of the attention. She hated sharing. That was just of of her many talents. Her optics glanced around the terra waiting for a movement to come.

[.r e e d.]

Quixtant smiled as his Goddess enetered their land, he galloped to her. "Hey m'love. You like our land?" he smiled. He walked to his love and rubbed her kisser with his, he smiled and breathed in her sweet scent. "I missed you, where have you been, doll? Your mane looks beautiful, TightRope." he said lovingly. "We have a medicine horse, she's over there." he motioned with his maw, angerily and disgustingly. "Charm's a freak, she's all emotional, like a angel(light) or something." he shook his cranium as he looked down. "She's not right, that Charm..... She's a bitch, did you see the disrespect she showed me?" he whispered as he looked into her beautiful eyes. "We need more members, M'love. Should I go steal a few, doll?" he asked her, giving an evil smirk. His deep ruby audits actually looked calm, and showed a emotion that many didn't see: Love. This was his only true love, the only one he actually loved enough to make his Goddess. He gingerly touched her maw again and smiled. For once, this evil basterd was content.....

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope watched the figure charge at her. What was she in for now. She forced a smile on her face. She heard him rant on and on. Only one part didn't make sense. The other was a light, but she was a bitch. that didn't compute. But like I care. she thought to herself. Lights are just a lame excuse. They are always so happy. World peace will never happen. Not with Me around. A soft chuckle escaped her kisser. She still had the warm touch from him. Its sent an electric shock through her whole body. She felt like picking through what he said piece by piece. Why not. she had nothing to lose. Let's start with the first one. Hey m'love. You like our land?.. Nothing wrong with that. She liked it just fine. She fake painted smile would show it. Don't try and read her. You will never succeed. Her face can say something but it probably meant another. Just Fine. Could use improvements

I missed you, where have you been, doll? Your mane looks beautiful, TightRope. She giggled. This was way cheesy. Never had anything like that been said to her. She didn't even want to continue but yet he kept on talking. He started stating about this other mare whose name is Charm. She wanted to meet this damsel. Yes, it might be for torture reasons. How mean was she. Oh, you have no clue how bad she can get. She loved torture. It was one of her many abilities. She used it to her full potential. She silently gazed deep into his luminous eyes. They were bright and vibrant. She couldn't take her own optics off of them. It was something she had never felt before. She sighed a great sigh fi relief. They would make this out together. Stealing is never nice, but do it anyway. She smirkedJust don't get something too umm... angleic. I just might have to kill it.

[.r e e d.]

Quixtant let out a laugh, "Yeah, and I would probally kill any stupid gay gelings you bring here to!" his smile turned warmly, kind of like a sign to TightRope, to tell her it was all her choice. His Goddess would be his life, he would make sure she was happy, and he was also. "Sure doll! Where to start, eh? How bout gettin some prisoner basterd to torture, eh? For me, and some vixes for you!" he let out another sort of fake laugh. "But, my glorious TightRope, I have to say, I wouldn't trade you for the world." his hard ruby gaze softeed to a lovely sparkling non threatning one....*Sorry, for 12:30 at night is't the best time* XD

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Tightrope gazed in her eyes. This was her dream come true. His words bounced around in her head. This was more than she imagined. She was pleased with it all.

But, my glorious TightRope, I have to say, I wouldn't trade you for the world.


A prideful smile came upon her face This was her time to live. She gracefully advanced around his masculine figure. This was going to be fun. She touched his muzzle lightly.

Quixtant...How Come you bred with Forg and not me first? We might have to get that done now.





[lack of musseee]

[.r e e d.]

QUIXTANT
Quixtant let out a harsh giggle. "Well, M'dear, as you see, I didn't know you were ready, and I was just trying to get more herd members, you see?" He smiled, "If we do, M'love, make sure you please me, and I'll please you." he smiled and nudged her.......

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Was this a pleasing game? Opps. She already lost. What can i say. tightrope enjoys pleasing herself. And only herself. Maybe a few exceptions. But was she ready to make an exception today? Only time will tell. The tainted vixen humored herself at the thought. Okay, so what she was just plain evil. She could smell the scent of an infant. Blood rushed to her head. She hoped it would be darq. if not... that would not be a good thing. Neutral babies she would maybe tolerate.. But Lights. It if it were she would have to leave. The scent of the new one told her no such alliance. Tightrope raised her mug at the scent. It was a movement of almost digiushed. She surely hoped it wouldn't be a light. She didn't need more blood on her hands as it is. She gave a heavy sigh. She was not mad for this.. Just not pleased. Wait... Almost nothing pleased her. The moments she are happy and content are vary rare. So if you get s chance to see her like that. You might just want to talk a picture. Then you can remember it five years from now. There was nothing tightrope could say right now. No, she wasn't speechless by his words.. Just nothing to say right now.