this could be our little tea party...

[YellowROOM]

{seyen}

^{why don't you ask me to tea?}
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'Faster, further, faster further...' The mare's mind chanted, as appendages carried the beat of a gallop. She danced quickly, a girl of speed. Her autumn-toned chassis heaved and swayed as her temple slowed to the rolling waltz of a canter. She smile, her two-toned eyes, so cliche, squinted in the sumlight, which seemed to dapple Seyen's frame whimsically. As innocent as the mare seemed, she had a dark mind. Then again, they all seemed to now-a-days. With the flick and hiss of her tail fibers, she halted, dust brushing against her fiery portrait.

The day had been long, she reminisced. An ache in her pit asked to be satisfied, she let down her long nape, and her lappets pursed around sweet empyrean stalks. As she ate, she bgan to grow irritable with the screaming silence. A quick-thinking, and uick-moving little femme, she was. With her will to break the silence, she compacted herself, pulled her ears back, flat against her skull, and shrieked in her fluttery vocals.

Seyen's diaphragm sighed, and she stopped her thoughts. Sweet swallows caught the air and trilled in their unbearable voices high above the earth-bound mare. The chestnut girl really wasn't so obvious about herself. One could say she was a daydreamer, another could say she was plain mad. Their thoughts didn't affect her at all. She knew what she was.

As it has become, dark equines have started to stain the world black, as far as Seyen was aware. She knew how idiotic some were, murdering others. Yes, she'd contemplated such things, but she also stood behind pure reason, never doing anything stupid and thoughtless. It was almost overused, in her opinion, to be 'dark of heart'. Being a moronic killer, and being dark of heart, are two very different things. Add most wrongly label themselves, just for the pure enjoyment of it. If that was dumb as fuck, Seyen didn't know what was. She was dark, with cruel intent for those who deserved it. But wasn't crazed in any sense of the word. Just high-strung, and with a few attention problems. Nothing out of the normal, essentially. As far as she knew.

The petite kitten's mind was even more flitting today, as she was in heat. The scent around her was intoxicating, any mare's poison. Sweet and rich, her body lured even more insects with her incense. Though, this didn't put her in a bad mood. She simply ached to find something to do, as she nibbled aimlessly on the green verdure. She awaited something, anything. She'd be okay to do anything, she'd just love to be out of this sunny shithole, with someone who was even the slightest bit interesting. She was in no mood for a hassle, not today.

ooc || no idea where anything is going. xD
words || 456
muse || actually, not too shabby.[/color][/font]

[Vel]

The ebony stallion marched into the land with his head held high. He was here for one reason, and one reason only; to find mares. Finding mares was Jigsaw's life. He loved the spring and summer, otherwise known as breeding seasons. He really had taken after his father in that aspect. He had grown up hating his father, the infamous Masquerade, and vowed that he would never be anything like that masked bastard. Unfortunately for him, he had turned out to be a carbon copy of his old man in his glory years. He did not know where his father was now, nor did he care. He had never cared enough to give a damn about that stallion. Not even enough to realize what he was truly like. If he had paid more attention, perhaps he would have turned out differently now.

Today Jigsaw was out looking for any horse of the female variety. He was one of those horses that liked to play with his food before he eats it, figuratively speaking. What constantly ran through his insignificant mind was 'I wonder who I'll find today', 'She's a beauty', and something along the lines of 'I wonder what I could do with her until I break her precious little spirit?'. It was safe to say that Jigsaw was the stereotypical Dark stallion.

It did not take long before his orange optics spotted a shape in the distance. A devious smile crept up on his face as he caught the distinct scent of a mare. Today was not going to be so boring after all. Within a few second, the ivory-masked stallion had trotted up to where he spotted the mare and halted a few strides away from her, his malicious smile remaining. "'Ello love." he called out to her. "Wha's a pret'y thing like you doin' out 'ere all by yurself?"