You're lucky you're even alive. [Chances]

[Mad Nysa]

Kahora lurked in Terra Scure. She was not hired to kill anyone, so she was trying to find any dark horse she could find so she remembered what he/she looked like if she was hired to kill them. She weaved her way through the trees She could've been a shadow since her whole body was black except her golden hooves. Her black optics scanned around her, her ears swivled all around. She took a deep breath, and smelled a stallion. She made her way to the stop where he was headed, and waited. When he came she scanned him, looking at every little detail. Finally, she looked at his face."Hello."Kahora said, her voice venomous but seductive. She never felt love, and thought it was stupid, but she always liked a little affection and fun once in awhile. She made her way closer to him, closing the distance. She always loved killing the ones that gave her affection or loved her.

[Chances]

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[bg=#000000] Misury watched the mare as she approached him. She was a delight to they eye, midnight black with a hint of starlight dapples. Her hooves were golden and body light and fluid. He puffed hiself up a bit and smiled gently. "Hello, darling. Who are you?" He asked, gently looking into her eyes. The demon rose to the surface once again, tasting this mare in his own way. She was interesting. Not the normal mare, and definatly not a light. The stag moved a bit closer and caught a wiff of her. She smelled interesting as well. "What are you doing here? It's a dark place for a mare alone." He waited causiously for her reply.

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[Mad Nysa]

Kahora gave a poisonous smile. "I am Kahora. Many fear my name. I am a assassin, but I am not hired to kill you, don't worry." She said, the words sliding off her tongue. She smirked at his words. "I am looking for a bit of fun. As I see you may be too." She laughed."I think I can take care of myself." She purred, taking another step toward him. His markings told her he wasn't light, but she wanted to see if he was as messed up as her. She circled him one time before facing the stallion again, her coat brushing against his.

[Chances]

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[bg=#000000] The demon smiled. "Already trying to take me over, sweetling? I'm not that easy to get. Misery may be a soft-hearted fool, but Demon is not. I like your spunk, it is intriguing." He whickered softly as she brushed up against him and gently nibbled her back. He knew she might resist, being who she was, but he hoped that she was not kidding him. An assasin...hummm...my Sweet...I would not be against death if you were the one to bring it. I think anyone would believe that the Angel of Death herself came to bring him to the Spirit Relms.." He purred, his eyes flashing gently. This was so much fun for him, meeting a mare who was so much like himself.

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[Mad Nysa]

Kahora did not resist the nibble. To get him back she nibbled his shoulder. "You are lucky you are even alive right now. I can tame that demon, easily, but I whon't, my dear." She said, laying her head ontop of his back. "I was born on a horrid ship, chained to the ground. My mother was insane you see, and I have grown to be just like her."She purred. Something was growing inside Kahora, sadness, but she quickly locked it away. She lifted her head up, and started to circle him, raising her head up high. Her muscles rippeled with each step.

[Chances]

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[bg=#000000] The demon smiled, watching her circle him. At any other time, the demon would have snapped and lunged in for the kill, but something in her posture made himstand his ground. He watched her fluid motion as he purred back to her. "I, too, have had an abismal life, Kahora. I was hated for being my father's son, even in the womb by my mother and those in her herd. Right after weening, I was chased away and i went in search of my father. He found me and trained me into the weapon I am now. I yern for the pain and suffering of others and feed of the misery that suffering breeds. I am in many senses, as mad as the Lost. You are not alone, my delight." He huffed out a laugh, the demon's light flashing in his tourquise pools of eyes, and tried to catch her gaze as she circled. "Everything is easy to tame if it is dead, my Lady. That is why I find it easier to destroy a target before they become a problem, like you could to me. But I find I rather prefur life to death at the moment, so if you grant the courtisy, I will continue doing so."

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