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[Wolfie]

It had been some time since Daniaya had made herself present at any occasion, let alone a herd. Yet here she was, poking her pretty little head where it did not belong. It was such an unworthy place, she thought to herself as she slowly entered. She turned up her nose at the stentch of dried blood and rotting corpses. This whole place was nothing but barren wasteland, and she thought of turning back. Yet the thought of seeing Orpheus, her toy again, was too much of a temptation for her to pass up. After all, she did miss the thrill of being with a stallion again, toying around. Orpheus was forbidden. He was evil, rude, pessimistic, and Daniaya had never experienced anything like that in a stallion before. She was familiar with the stallions who tried to win her with bravery, and those that were just attractive players, but never had she met a stallion that acted like Orpheus.

So she approached the depth of the lands he called home, waiting impatiently at what could happen next. She didn't know Orpheus well, or of the other horses that resided here. She was ignorant to the Zundens, and all such. She had been very well gaurded as a young thing, and she had stayed alone, making public appearances as a whore only to dissapear again. She had no way of hearing anything other then evesdropping. Which was another reason why the dun mare made her way here. She figured it was time to snap into reality, learn more about this isle, become apart of something. Her games had grown so boring to her these days.

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[sibber-chow]

It would be quite the lie if Orpheus said he had not missed the company of Daniaya. The taunting little brood was quite the frustration. Most mares were so transparent, but not that lovely temptation. She teased and toyed with him and seemed able to handle his worst. Although, she had not truly seen his worst now had she?

The mare’s pretty face was quite the common image in the stag’s mind. He found himself tapped to the wind on occasion, listening for any activity from the mare. It told of so little – illusive little wench. Of course, his ear on the wind or visions of the fae were immediately reprimanded. He had done so well lately, keeping his mind preoccupied from her, until today. It was as if he could taste her intoxicating scent on the bitter winter gales. It was as if she was within the lands… within… she was here.

The stallion’s crown rose high from its spot, nosing at the frozen turf for the occasional patch of living grass. Food was normally a priority with how scarce it seemed these days, but the thought of her being in Inferno – his for the taking – well, it was more than the brute could resist.

Large hooves set into motion, crushing the snow with wrath as he trotted in direction of the scent. She had come at possibly the worst time of the year – when Inferno was barren of almost all life. Hell, Orpheus was not really sure if any of his other herdmates were alive at this point. Frankly, he was not sure he cared.

Desdemona stayed near enough, frequently enough, that the lead dare not worry for his youngest foal’s survival. Ecstasy was dead, that much he had seen. He had had to pull the wenches body from the lake and Inferno’s only water source. Her daughter had run off with his son Yamanu – ah, Yamanu, that was the only loss that really hurt. The son of him and his deceased mate, Cheza. The thought made his heart ache momentarily. A snort disbanded all bitter recollections as Daniaya came to sight.

The stallion whuffled lightly in greeting as he stopped a few feet ahead of her. “Well, well, what brings you here, little tease,” he cooed out. His eyes surveyed her body, assuring that he had not left her pregnant. That was all he needed in these winter months, two more mouths to feed! Plus, it would leave her body to fragile to have his fun with.

[Wolfie]

Daniaya hated being out in the open, as she was now. She prefered the woods - dark and deep, perfect to escape from the real world. She hated winter as well. There was little winter could stand for, but cold and starvation. One of winter's redeeming qualities was snow. The dun mare loved the beautiful, soft, serene essence the ivory white flakes gave. Snow seemed to quiet down the world as it swirled, sometimes in fast flurries, other times in slow, melodic dances. Snow was beautiful, lithe - Daniaya liked those sorts of things.

Of course snow was the last thing on the enchantress's mind as she walked delicatly across Orpheus's land. She was waiting for the stallion himself to arive. It was nearly nightime, the large sun sunk deep behind the backs of the mountains far off, hueing the horizon a violet shade. It had been one of those rare, sunny Winter days, still brutally cold, but welcoming. Now the tempatures dropped as fast as racehorses down the backstretch- fast, pumping, filled with grit and determination and flying past the wire in a flurry of sweat and labored breathing.
Daniaya shivered.

Her long, rich brown mane cascaded down her concave, delicate head and curled lightly at the bridge of her dark muzzle. She was as beautiful as ever, despite her winter coat that ruined her sleek look. Yet still, she was small, and thin, voluptious if a mare ever could be. Her thick tresses were dotted with light snow flakes, which made her look like some kind of snow goddess. A self proclaimed snow goddess, but one nonetheless. Vanity never looked so stunning.

Daniaya's heart soared for Orpheus. They she felt when he was around her, like her senses were hypersensitive. When he was around everything felt so real, and yet at the same time, so surreal. There was something about the way he was - like a bomb ready to blow at any second. The way he made you stay on her your hooves, always aware. How she loved teasing and toying with him. It was terribly easy.

Suddenly, ears perked, she could decipher the crunching of snow beneath hooves. Wheeling around, she noticed a bi-colored paint stallion approaching. He was muscular, big barreled, with a aura of seering evil. He was Orpheus. No mistaking.

She took on an enigmatic facade, and flicked her tail as he spoke. What, a lady can't wander? I am simply passing through. She gazed at him with large, rich almond eyes. And what have you been up to last time we met? Conquering the isle?
She would enjoy her time here, she could nearly assure that.

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[sibber-chow]

The stallion’s icy blues normally seemed so cold even when compared to the intense winter that took its strangling grip upon the isle, yet there seemed to be certain warmth this time around. Yes, a warm gaze – dare one say inviting, well, as inviting a vibe as one could get from the devil’s spawn – was directed towards the dun.

Daniaya’s every curve was as beautiful as he recalled. Her wintery coat, long and speckled with white precipitate, was no deterrent from her allure. Orpheus was cocky enough though that he felt worthy of such a beautiful mare. He did not see his palomino and ivory painted coat as a blemish, and his physique was fit and strong as any on the island – not that he would boast of such handsome physical traits aloud. And, his appearance was not the reason he felt he deserved to call Daniaya his – rather, Orpheus believed that he deserved the world. Everything should rightfully be his for the taking.

As she spoke a smug smirk crossed the brute’s chapped kissers. “I have a few other things on the agenda before I continue that pursuit m’dear. But, no worries, the isle will be mine.” The comment was followed by a quick wink before Orpheus took a few paces towards Daniaya.

His warm breath billowed upon the mare’s muzzle as he brought his gaze to meet hers. “Perhaps, if you’re lucky, I’ll make you my queen when that happens, hm?”

A quiet chuckle slithered from Orpheus’s throat as he moved to her side. He rested the side of his crown against her barrel before giving a teasing nudge. “You know, now that you’re here, I am not sure I can allow you to leave – such a pretty little thing like yourself; it would be quite the terrible sin if I let you escape my grasp a second time, don’t you agree?”

Orpheus remained at her side, only turning his head to glance towards Daniaya. He was curious of her reaction. And, in truth, he had plans for the future of his herd. There were many changes to be made, and a small part of him hoped the mare to be included amongst those plans.

[Wolfie]

daniaya.

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Daniaya missed whole heartedly being in the center of a stallion's attention. She was, however, maturing. She was less of a harlot these days, and had not fooled around with a stag since her last encounter with Orpheus. The breeding grounds used to be her home, and on those rare occasions, she would spend a night or two in a stallions land - but not only was Daniaya beautiful and vain, but she was very clever. She was always able to whisk away in the darkness, never found again. Never did she mess around with the same stallion twice.

She had expected no different with Orpheus that night they first met. She was pouting and brooding under the pale moonlight over a stallion who left her before she could leave him, and then that paint stallion emerged and said all the right words. She was headstrong, teasing, but it was Orpheus that got himself what she gave him - it truly was he himself that lured her into it. And perhaps thats what drove Daniaya here, and against all her rules she had written in stone. Finally a stallion stole her emotions, and peaked her interest.

She listened to his words, his arrogance seething through. This intimadated her, though never would she dare say it. She had always been the dominate one, the alpha mare. She called the shots. But this was a stallion who was not afraid to step up to the plate. Daniaya stood on a high podium, but Orpheus climbed it in leaps and bounds. This feeling of vulnerability was new to the self-centered femme, added to the list of odd emotions Orpheus brought upon her.

Lucky enough to be his Queen? She laughed mentally. He was as arrogant as she was, and it was entertaining. She reached out with her own velvet muzzle to touch Orpheus's back ever so lightly, and then drew away. You are evil, aren't you? Your alliance, I mean. Dark. I have no alliance, but I am certainly no Light. She lowered her maw to the snow.

Never have I settled down. But... I think I'll accept that offer, Orpheus. She closed her eyes and breathed in the frosty air. Lightly, she laughed. Though knowing you, I probably had no choice, did I? Needn't matter. I could leave anytime I wanted without you knowing. Unless you think you could outsmart me?

This time, I don't want to leave.

[sibber-chow]

A curt smile broke across the stallion’s kissers as she queried about his alliance and whether or no he was truly evil. “It is a curious thing really. Some say I would have had no choice but to be a dark… to be evil. I was born the son of one of the more sinister on this island, Hannibal. Yet, my mother was quite the sweet, innocent type. She had guts enough, though, I suppose. How else would she have capture that demon’s heart?”

Orpheus shook his head as he realized he was venturing off topic. “To answer your question, m’dear… dark is what I have been labeled.” The smirk grew larger, baring his ivories slightly, “and, I do suppose I have lived up to the name of evil.”

The stallion’s gaze stared intently into the distance as he took a few paces further from the mare. “These lands have a way of tarnishing its inhabitants. Every horse that had stepped foot here has been changed in the most despicable ways or destroyed. You may not be a dark, but stay here long enough and… well, your fate is sealed.” The paints icy gaze looked upon Daniaya with a hint of sadness and longing. He wondered if things might have been different had he left this place when Bolin had or had he gone with Cheza upon her request. Was it really the location that made him the way he was? Or, was the darkness something inescapable – something built into his blood?

Snorting with rage, the stallion stomped his large hoof into a particularly icy patch that crackled and snapped beneath his force. What was it about this mare to make him think such thoughts? She was so much like Cheza in that way – she made him actually debate his choices. Yet, there was a certain darkness already amidst this mare. She was already tarnished in way Cheza had not been. She would survive and most likely flourish here – something his deceased mate would have never been able to do. His confident smile had begun to return, anger subsiding. Maybe, there could be a balance in compassion and darkness. Perhaps, Daniaya’s arrival would enough to spur this stallion into reclaiming the lands as his and building a herd that was stable, loyal, and dark.

Part of him longed to make a cocky remark and to say she definitely hadn’t a choice in the matter, but the words never came out. Rather, he found himself approaching with a more genuine response. “Well, let us hope that it never comes to that, Daniaya. I want you here and would rather it be on your terms.” Not to say he would not put up a fight if she tried to leave. He had to have this mare. He needed and thirsted for her, something he did not realize until her return.

[Wolfie]

daniaya.

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Daniaya hated Orpheus. With every word, with every motion he made her anger seethed. She hated him for taking away what she was - for making her drop her walls. And for that same reason, she loved him. He made her nervous, and it was good to feel again. So many years she had wasted playing and teasing, never had she loved. And never, ever, in a hundred thousand years, would she ever return to one of her toys like a lost dog. More like a lost in-heat bitch. But that was what made Orpheus special. He was unchangeable, he was himself, and yet he did everything so easily. Daniaya the manipulator was being manipulated, but was it so against her?

She was a mare, for heaven's sake. A mare is built with a want for love, no matter how evil she may appear to be. When she was around her colored stag, she felt wanted - in fact, she could nearly feel the vibrations of need coming from Orpheus. As he spoke, she walked to his shoulder and rested her velvet mocha muzzle against him. She was surprised to feel warmth, and not blistering ice. She wanted so horribly to feel his heartbeat, as if it was a game to her to see if there was one at all.

Orpheus was right. She was here now, and she could not leave. She feared Orpheus would even go as far as to kill her if she tried. This strange obsession he had with her was frightful, yet welcoming. The only want she had ever known from a stallion was her body, and perhaps that's all Orpheus wanted - but she knew deep down he truly wanted to be with her. But why?

How can you trust me? As your mate, and your herd? I am a whore, if you have failed to notice. I am a drifter, a gypsy, and I am not to be trusted. I am a compulsive liar, a thief. I don't deserve you, or a herd.

She grazed her muzzle to his back and breathed softly. The cold settled in, but she was forever warm when she was near the stallion.

And what the hell would happen if I did stay? You can cage a bird, but it will never shut up until freedom is once again an option.

She sighed deeply, before adding How pathetic am I? If I truly loved you, I would be able to change. She walked off until she about five feet from Orpheus, and looked back at him. Surely you have other mares? I can't possibly be right for you.

[blehh rambling, lol.]

Get me out of my mind
Get you out of those clothes
I'm a liner away from getting you into the mood!

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[sibber-chow]

The beast of Inferno, sired by the darkest blood upon the isle and reasonably dubbed a devil, found he was wholly content in the moment. Daniaya’s warm breath upon his broad withers caused each coarse palomino hair upon his neck to bristle and his spine to tremor with pure rapture in the moment. He would have lied to say that he hadn’t originally wanted the dun for her bodice, but would be slurring the truth further if he spoke that to be the only reason he cared for her now; no, it was far more than that. He was obsessed with her every little nuance, and she would always be his whether she stayed or not. Like Tuula to Hannibal, Daniaya had become to Orpheus – not that he would make such a parallel ever.

Orpheus’s elation ensued even as the mare spoke certainly disdaining words. His orbs attempted to travel the distant mountain range. Yet, the peaks were barely discernable as the white snow flurried violently, blinding his gaze from the unusual darkness of this particular eve. A small smile had curved his chapped kissers as lids closing contentedly over his icy orbs; it was as if he had not heard a word that had parted the dun’s lovely lips, until she moved from his side…

The brute’s eyes shot open in distress, and his lips parted to allow him to gasp for air. The chilling wind forced a jagged sting to surge through his lungs. And, still the tenderness of his trachea was dull in comparison to his pounding heart. She was leaving?

Her words began to trail through his ears in a painful rumble as the wind tossed and twirled about aggressively. Breath labored momentarily before a sudden stillness overtook the entirety of that stallion’s lands and being. Even the cascading white pellets began to decrease their numbers rapidly until there were none intruding the hellion’s vicinity – the very fabric of nature seemingly frightened of his rage. “Daniaya,” he hissed with a venomous rage. The wind erupted again into a fierce gale to rape the mare’s side with vengeance. How dare she betray him? How dare she leave?

A portion of him ached for what his mind could only grasp as a betrayal and disloyalty. Another, stronger portion ached from his reaction. How could he be so cruel? Cruelty; something he normally handed out with such ease… but not to his dearest Daniaya.

“Daniaya,” he whispered with pain seething through and, also, calmness. “I, of anyone, have not much right to judge your crimes of the world. You are mine, though.” She was his. His sick, warped mind would never let go of that fact. “It is your choice whether you stay here or not, but you are always mine.” There was eeriness in his tone and obvious psychosis, yet compassion and love... and honesty.

[Wolfie]

daniaya.

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Snow was so delicate, so beautiful. It draped over everything, and fell lithe against the mare's cream pelt. Snow enclosed the world and silenced everything. Daniaya stood in silence and strained to hear the ever-so-soft falling of now, trying to hear it land, forming a quilt of snow that cooled the land and strengthened bonds. How romantic such a cold, unpromising thing was. The pale moonlight bathed the pair, just as it had the night they first met.

Yet she felt nothing.

I returned, Orpheus, because every night in my dreams, you appeared. I wanted to tell you to get the hell out of my mind. The introverted mare looked away, anger filling the seam of her mind. I could lie and say you're different to me, but you're not. We never had anything. And I won't apologize, because we were never in love. With that, she curtly nodded, and turned away. Always mine. She snorted. I never... Orpheus's overbearing personality strangled her, tackled her to the ground and robbed her of all she had ever known. Daniaya hated the blind way of change, she liked things to be how she knew. Diving into a relationship with such an insolent stag was not on her agenda.

You're gonna go far, Orpheus, but you'll be better off doing so alone. You're wise with no one in you're way, but with me, you're wasting time. She began to walk off, slowly. Would it hurt you so much if I left? She pondered this on her own as she began trotting away, her swift movement eating up the ground. Would she miss Orpheus? Would she ever escape his suffocating grasp? In a spurt, she began galloping, her heart racing. She was leaving him again, never to return this time. Would he chase her? Fear clouded her mind as her natural instincts kicked in. She sped up, spewing snow from behind her, tail flagged like a banner behind her proud self.

She never looked back.

all farewells should be sudden, when forever.

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