|| Run a red light, take her for a ride ||

[ingran]

Clear and unscathed orbs flickered as the young mare took in the sights before her, she had been warned by those of greater times before her, that this generation of equines were worthless creatures who hardly deserved the ground in which the walked upon. She had no intention on ever wandering far enough to test out there theory, however now that she was hear amongst the land of d**ned she figured she may as well have a look around, at the very least if they really were as weak as she was led to believe, then a little trouble would never go unharmed.

The irony of one such as herself being in a place of such ignorance was almost beyond anything this fae had imagined. Yet hear she stood amongst mares and brutes all with one soul purpose on there mind. To be claimed, just as a tiger would stalk his prey, these stags would watch wait and pounce on the most eligible fae. To stake there claim on.

Snickering harshly to herself Sugar enjoyed this minute of self indulgence. Yet she knew the thoughts that tumbled through her brain box not minutes before held a truth beyond words. Yet hear she was waiting for her own lord to stake a claim on her own flesh.

With that she flung her long dished maw skywards, exposing her ivory frame to the sun as she reared up, nostrils flared in effort as she screamed out, letting her cries bounce of the trees around her before screaming again. Her soul purpose being to let those now that she was hear and things were about to change.

[Vel]

Dark ebonite form trotted swiftly across the land, blending in with the surroundings. His pbsidian optics searched the land form any form of equine life. He let out a srill whinny in the crisp air. He moved on, looking, searching for something. He did not even know what he was looking for. He rezlyy did not care. He stopped as he saw the form of a fellow equine ahead of him. He let out a whinny. His ebony auds perked to the equines form to see what they would do.

ooc// no muse

[ingran]

Ears fell quickly flat along the base of her neck, her orbs when sent out were met with another cruel harsh set of eyes glowing behind a black veil of tangled mane. She watched his lengthy approach,as he pushed through the air with some sort of arrogant importance. Lifting her maw high as he approached Sugar raised a dagger into the air before dropping it quickly and scaring the ground below.

Flicking her maw once more she sighed, her eyes falling down over the brutes frame she closed her orbs briefly before re opening them in hope he would have disappeared. Sighing loudly when she was once again met with the sight of the brute standing now within talking distance.

So she waited with interest to see what such a brute wanted with a fae as herself.

(( ooc join the club ^^ ))

[Vel]

Lassan scented the air, his nares flaring. The scent of this equine, it was that of an essa. He took a step forward to her. He did not speak for a momment. He just looked at her. After a momment of silence he muttered out "Hello." He could see her auds pinned back flat on her lovely skull. He stampped a dagger on the cold, hard earth beloww himself. He snorted once. He looked to her again and then over his shoulder when he heard the call of a raven in the distance.

[ingran]

She did not have to wait long before he spoke, she was secretly pleased that one's such as himself were still found in these spoilt lands. One of higher appointed power. Yet she wished to play no part in his cruel lifestyle.

Sending her orbs rolling over his frame just as he had done to her. Yet she remained un moved as he made his approach. Her pillars routed softly to the ground and her maw lifted high in a poor effort to seem bigger than she was.

Letting the silence linger stale between them for a few moments before she spoke.

" And what do i owe to such a pleasure" She said sarcasm dripping from every word. Her voice was softly spoken yet every word was spoken with a new importance and the air oozed with a cold arrogance.

[Vel]

Lassa was very glad that another equine trodded these wretched lands. He was not sure that he wouldfind anybody around. How he was wrong. So very wrong. His audits lifted as he listened to her lyrics. Her lyrics carried a sarcastic tone. He took one step forward after she spoke. He was silent for a moment. He then spoke. "My calling is Lassan." He still told her his calling, even though he knew she was being sarcastic. After a moment of silence he said "What is your calling?" He threw his head slightly as a misquito bit him on the neck. He looked behind him as a owl fought with another over a dead mouse.

ooc// muse is dying right now