/misery likes company.

[Wolfie]

morrigan.
there are some doors that should never be re-opened.

Not that Morrigan was in misery. In fact she was quite content in the depths of the shadows, where few tred. There was little to no one to bug her, and she was free to roam where she liked with no one noticing. Her ink black coat and know-how kept her forever hidden. Morrigan was not sociable. She had grown up with no company but her dam, a small shaggy grey mare who was just as irratated and sedentary as Morrigan. So she enjoyed the company of no one but herself, whom she deemed wise and quiet enough to keep. Morrigan's thoughts were deep and intricate, which kept her busy enough to stand still and decipher for hours under the watch of the tall trees.

It may seem horribly boring to other equines, but as long as Morrigan was alone, she was content. However such was hard to do living on an isle infested with many, many horses that liked to talk and be dramatic. So Morrigan was never alone for long, no matter how hard she tried.

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[Vel]

Jigsaw
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The ebony stallion shuffled through the snow into Terra Scure. Jigsaw was always out on the prowl for some fun, especially in the winter when he grew easily bored. The stallion, like his father, was notorious for being a 'bad boy' womanizer who always got what he wanted. He never went for the light mares, they put up too much of a fight. Plus, when he wandered into lighter territories, such as Belle Valle, the mares would stay away from him. They feared he would be just like his infamous father Masquerade, which, he was.

In dark lands like Terra Scure, Jigsaw considered any of the mares to be fair game, willing or not. He had claimed many horses here for his leader Aro, one of the more feared dark stallions on the island. Jigsaw just loved to make his master proud. Truth be told, Aro was like a father to Jigsaw. He looked up to him and sought to please him any chance he could get. Jigsaw's own father had never paid him or his sister much attention. He had been forced into having Jigsaw's mother as a mate by the old leader of the land. Jigsaw and his twin sister Champagne never saw their dear old father much. Jigsaw's mother then died, followed by his sister during one very harsh winter. Masquerade then left the herd, leaving Jigsaw no one to look up to but the leader who had taken Quixtant's place.

Jigsaw let out a huff of annoyance and broke into a trot, his bright eyes searching the land for any sign of life. You would think with winter almost coming to a close more horses would make themselves know around these parts? Of course, the dark lands were always very desolate, but this solitude was far from normal. Jigsaw felt as if he were the only occupying the land at the moment. There was something very strange about that, a feeling of completely being alone. It was a feeling he had not experienced before and he did not know how to react to it.

It seemed as if Fate had read his thoughts. A gust of a wind howled through the trees. Through all the groaning and squeaking of cold wood, Jigsaw thought fit to lift his head into the air and test it. There was a new scent. It was that of a mare. The stag's optics lit up as he quickly followed the scent to the source.

Jigsaw slowed his gait when he saw a mare up ahead. She was a pretty little thing. He continued to quickly walk up to her, ready for some long needed fun. "'Ello love." he said with a raise of his head as he eyed her up and down as if she were something to be eaten. "Name's Jigsaw, who migh' you be?" he asked, not really caring to know, but it was something that had always made mares... more willing.

[Wolfie]

morrigan.

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xx. The sleek ebony painted mare made her way through the forest, winding through the large trees, stepping over the entwined roots that posed trouble for the unaware equine. She herself however, was very aware of every pebble and blade of grass (now, of course, dead due to the bitterness of winter) in this damned forest, be it that she grew up here. Though she had left it many times, seeking new adventure, she had always returned. perhaps she felt tied to it...

This day was no different from the others. She walked about, thinking about nothing of particular interest. She loved to think about engaging puzzles in her brain, and solve them. Or face eternal, mind strangling boredom that everyday monotony offered. The choice was hers.
Suddenly, she stopped, and looked upwards. A raven flew above the tree canopy, swooping low enough to graze the prickly branches, the curving it's wings and darting upwards again.

Morrigan envied the freedom the raven possessed, wishing herself to have wings. She watched the raven, half amused and half bored, thinking of herself owning a pair of large, slick wings, dark as charcoal and smooth as glass. She quickly pushed the thought from her mind. How foolish and embarresing it was, imagining something of such. I am not a child. she reminded herself. stop acting as such..

She had just left Belle Valle an hour or so ago. She stayed meerly on the outskirts, watching in hilarity as a mare and stallion courted. How laughable it was. How sick. Love. It was a joke, wasn't it? Surely it couldn't be real. Morrigan wasn't an emotions master, but stallions were heartless and selfish. Surely a mare had a better mind then to fall for a bastard. Yet the mares that tended to fall for that fairytale, were bimbos and whores. Morrigan supported the female gender with a strong mind, the warrior female. Not the dimwitted mare that offered herself up for the public. Morrigan had a good mind to spat at those mares 'go roll in a pig pen', but wasting words on such a letdown wasn't Morrigan's time, or energy. So she didn't even bother.

Suddenly, however, her quiet thinking was interupted by the intrusion of a stallin. She glared at him, ears pinned back and tail clamped. She was no way in the mood to be bothered yet again, especially by a cocky stallion. Odio il vostro genere, stronzo e infastidire alcuni cavalla altri. Io non sono damigella in pericolo e imparerai che! Non ho tempo per i giochi! Mi piace stare da solo! Off con voi! She spat in a fit of anger. She looked at him with sharp eyes beneath her forelock and said, this time calmly, I am who I am, a shadow in the dark, a raven in the sky.. I am not interesting nor am I up for games if that is what you are wanting. I may visit my mother later if the weather isn't bad. Is that exciting enough for you?

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[Vel]

Jigsaw
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Jigsaw jumped a bit at the mare's harsh tone. He really hadn't been expecting this. He immediately put on his previous facade and continued to stare at her in a bemused fashion. She would certainly be an interesting little fae to provoke. From this little display, Jigsaw couldn't wait to see what else was hiding in her pretty little frame. It had been a while since he had met such a firecracker of a horse.

"Calm down mare." he hissed. "I didn't mean t'poke a sleepin' bear." he remarked as he lifted his head, looking down his nose at her. This certainly had changed his idea about her. Here he thought she was going to be an easy, push over who would let him to as he pleased. Now he just thought of her as a mental horse who needed a firm hand to control her. That was just fine with him. He wasn't going to let it show, but he liked it when mares had an attitude and thought they could out wit any cocky stallion who came along. Jigsaw had proven them wrong many times, but there was always the exception.

"Very excitin'." he said dryly. "That answered nothin'. I couldn't care less 'bout what you're doin' later with your mother, nor do I care 'bout if you're interestin' or not. All I want t'know is your name." he said, almost demanding the last part from her. Yes, this one would definitely going to be a challenge.

OOC: Sorry this sucks so bad DX my muse just up and died

[Wolfie]

morrigan.

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xx. Morrigan was not normally a tempermental mare. She was highly intelligent, and shooed equines away using her wit and heavy useage of sarcasm. This tick, she realized straight away, would be harder to get rid of.
Yes, it was odd to have such a deep hatred for her own race - it even confused her sometimes, but she never had taste in dramatics. Each year the mares made more and more a mockery of themselves, and the stallions get gutsier and gutsier at there attempts of courting. And, so, each year, Morrigan hid deeper and deeper in the shadows of the forest, living in her mind.

Names, names... what point do they have? A name does not characterize anyone. It's your being, not your name. See, my name means 'great queen' yet I bear no throne. Lies.. She watched the stallion questionably before going on. Perhaps I came off as too rude. My name, is Morrigan.
She dared not ponder why the stag was here, for she already knew. Either to mate to her and leave, or to woo her into his herd. She had no interest in either.

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[Vel]

Jigsaw
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The ebony based stallion stared dully at her as she spoke. He was not used to mares like her, ones who could hold their own and were smart. He never had much experience with mares who were intelligent. Those kind of mares were a rarity in Jigsaw's life. Most horses would seize the opportunity to try and find out more about the unique horse, but not Jigsaw. The dumber they were the better. The smart ones always saw through things and were more successful at getting themselves out of bad situations. Jigsaw did not like this at all.

Morrigan. An interesting name like that suited her just fine. Jigsaw gave a small snort when she finished talking. Honestly he did not know where to go from here. Normally he would have already scared a mare so much she was shaking, then he would force breed her, then take her back to the land in which he resided. That obviously was not the case with Morrigan.

"What're y'doin' out 'ere all alone?" he asked as he lowered his head a bit with a mischievous glint in his eye. "S'not safe out 'ere for pretty girls like you. There're dangerous 'orses lurking 'round evr'y corner, 'specially durin' this time o' year." His tactic now was to recruit her to Aro's herd. She seemed like the type. The only thing that he was worried about was what Aro would think. Aro was not too fond of intelligent mares either. His herd mostly consisted of dark mares who were only pleasure seekers, or various light and neutral horses held captive in the land for breeding purposes. Morrigan would be an addition to the herd that no one would quite know what to do with.

[Wolfie]

morrigan.

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xx. Morrigan watched him with intentness. He was so predictable, each little word he offered her was a scam. Yet she kept a sensible head, and gave him benefit of the doubt. Morrigan had sometimes wondered about joining a herd, but never intended on doing it. She was solitary and liked it that way. The darkness was her friend, and she had lurked in shadows none had dared. She was not evil in particular, but certainly no Light.

She pinned her ears at his sexist comment and gently stomped a hoof. I grew up in these lands, I know of the dangers here much more then you do. She hesitated. Not all in the forest are monsters, or dangerous. Morrigan sighed, turning her head to face the setting sun, Flowers grow as well as toads.

She straightened. Which herd are you wishing to recruit me to, and have I a choice? She smirked.

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[Vel]

Jigsaw
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Jigsaw held back a snort of a laugh at the fae's words. Ha! Knowing more of the dangers than she did? Highly unlikely. Jigsaw had also been born and raised in these lands, only he was around what was considered dangerous all the time. Hell ,he was one! He had grown up in a herd where every single horse was feared for some reason or another.

Flowers as well as toads. Of course there were. Jigsaw had met those said 'flowers' before. He had just as rightly uprooted them and destroyed them. Any flower born here was a sitting target for horses like Jigsaw. If this mare was considering herself as one, she was wrong. She was not like Jigsaw, yet she was not like them. Morrigan was just somewhere in between the lines.

"Everyone always has a choice." he told her with a certain glint in his orange optics. "If you are curious as to what land I am wishing to bring you into, it would be Bellezza, the beautiful dark land headed by the infamous stallion Aro." Jigsaw highly respected Aro. That stallion had been like a father figure to him and made him what he is today. Jigsaw was one of Aro's most loyal subjects and would fight to the death for him.