{{X}}Voudou was rather confused by the stag's response.  True, her actions hadn't been typical, but he seemed almost truly disgusted by them, whereas most stallions would be working pretty hard on controlling themselves about now.  What a peculiar beast Jason was.  She did long to just understand him though, clearly he could not be bent out of shape as easily as most.  She swiftly turned her head once again to listen when he spoke, eyes full of curiosity and bewilderment, in the way a small child might stare into the twisting, curling flames of a small fire.  He kept his composure, and acted as if nothing had even happened.

{{X}}And then he proceeded to ask her a question, one that was painfully simple yet something Voudou was completely unwilling to answer.  Frankly, she would give him an answer if she had one, but it was something she had pondered for long hours in the night with no success.  A small frown crawled forth upon her muzzle, and she looked away, focusing intensely on the grass blades in front of her.  What did she want?  Voudou knew what she didn't want.  She didn't want love, she didn't want to be chained down and trapped anywhere or with anyone.  She didn't want to be smothered by the souls who, though their intentions were good, felt everyone always needed company.  But at the same time, deep down she knew that she also didn't want to be alone.  Even just in the last year being alone had gotten very lonely.  It was a different loneliness than what most considered lonely.  It was the type of isolation where you felt as if the whole world was dull and meaningless, as if just being alone was enough stress to make you burst inside.  

{{X}}Before it became uncomfortably silent, she shifted her weight and turned, sliding her head under his powerful neck as she did.  Turning to bump his nose with hers, she asked, "So where was it you said you lived? Or have we not even talked about it yet? The other mare threw me off a bit."  Voudou knew that nothing had thrown her off except his question, but she hoped he would gracefully accept her change of subject and drop it.  Too many creatures were nosy and kept prodding even when the air became tense and uncomfortable.  Frankly, though, Voudou knew it wouldn't be the end of the world if he did prod at her.  He seemed like the type who was caring, not curious and gossipy.  Besides, a part of her liked the attention she got from being different, and, to an extent, broken.  

{{X}}A cool wave of relief washed over Voudou, calming the flurry of butterflies that had come to life in her stomach while waiting for a response.  Voudou didn't like to talk about herself, and though she felt as if Jason was a bit disappointed in her subject changing, she respected him for respecting her privacy.  The sigh following his words told the charcoal mare all she needed to know even before he had finished speaking.  It was one of those heavy sighs that had a tendency to lead into deep thoughts or a flood of memories and confusion.  It was a physical representation of inner confusion, that's what it was.  

{{X}}And there it was; the uncertainty behind his sigh.  He had a home, but to Voudou it sounded as if his home no longer felt like home, especially when he nudged her while referencing starting a new herd and asking her opinion.  

{{X}}"Well I could certainly never live in a place focused on good.  In case you didn't notice, I was too sassy for the Chamber mare."  Her words came off differently than she had intended... it sounded as if she was blowing him off or looking down on his beliefs.  A tiny pause before she continued, "I suppose if you wanted to stick with me you would have to start your own herd, though before you take my advice I must warn you that you would be taking advice from a 3 year old trouble maker who enjoys watching those around me break down and give in to their problems, descending into mental anguish and lifelong pain."  The truth behind those words was painful, but she couldn't deny it.  Every chance she got Voudou was focused on destroying the naive happiness that most carried with them.  She always felt a sick sense of pride when the spark finally left her opponents eyes, and that dullness took over their personalities.  Even now, she knew that as much as she liked Jason so far, the instant she knew him well enough she would likely use any weakness he had against him and then kick him while he was down.  It was just in her nature, perhaps more of a defense mechanism than anything else.  If everyone was broken around her, nobody would notice how empty she had become inside.  

{{X}}Voodoo shook her entire body in an attempt to free herself of the light hairs that had slowly clung to her ebony coat throughout the conversation.  She took pride in her looks and didn't exactly appreciate the contrast of colors that made her look like she was graying with old age already.  Anxiously, she awaited his reaction to her blunt honesty that had been wrapped in sarcasm.  If he truly felt as if they wouldn't get along in the long run, he was probably right and she understood that.  Hell she'd probably end up wandering over to the Chamber and living amongst like-minded equines if he chose to leave right now.  

{{X}}Jason was visibly upset by her words.  His eyes had narrowed slightly and a concerned look filled his expression.  Well now that she f*cked that up she immediately made plans in her head to leave, and even got so far as shifting her weight and beginning to turn away when he spoke. Voudou didn't look at him as he continued, instead opting simply to gaze blankly at the horizon while she took in his words between deep, controlled breaths.  She listened, she listened very carefully.  When he reached out and touched her cheek a small shiver ran down her body, but still the young mare refused to look at him.  For his sake, Voudou hoped he wouldn't trust her too much.  Deep down she knew she wasn't like him.  Not a single part of her, no matter how small, longed to be "good".  She wasn't helpful, or humble, and her actions were always selfish, putting her own wishes in front of anything else, even the very life of another equine.  

{{X}}The instant Voudou was sure he was done speaking she turned her head to face him again, "Well you know the area much better than I do, and my vote is to head wherever the least amount of others lurk.  I don't need more than one friend at a time, and I certainly don't need to run into any more mares today."  She did not understand him, and she was not entirely sure she even liked him.  After all, Voudou didn't trust a man that went with his emotions before his physical desires, it wasn't natural and she didn't like that he was not easily swayed.  Her eyes scanned his body once more, as if she had yet to even look at him.  His eyes were captivating and caring, his muscular frame looked as if it were carved out of smooth, tinted marble.  

{{X}}A small grin planted itself in her expression as she leaned towards his ear, once again taking on the seductive tone she had possessed just a few minutes ago.  "We could always take a detour over to the meadow and blow off some steam."  Though it was much clearer this time that she was joking, her words much less vulgar and trashy than before, Voudou still sort of hoped it would make him even the teeniest tiniest bit uncomfortable.  

{{X}}Voudou like this guy, but not in any sort of romantic way. Really, Voudou had never felt anything for any boy ever, not even silly childhood crush. The fact that she didn't hate him though made their interaction pretty unique. It had been a long time since she had met anyone she didn't hate right off the bat.

{{X}}She couldn't help but chuckle at his response to her whispers, though inside the mare was frustrated that she couldn't find a single button to push on this guy. Nobody was perfect, or invincible, he must have a weakness somewhere. The trouble was finding it. Clearly sex wasn't his weakness like most stallions, maybe a distant, dark memory? Or perhaps he was just a bit too trusting, he was, after all, hanging out with Voudou of his own volition. Whatever it was, Voudou wanted to find it, the dark creature that lived inside her screamed out of lust and hunger, eager to take down the seemingly innocent soul. And this hunger, well it screamed much louder than the soft voice telling her that he was a good guy, and didn't deserve any of what she was planning.

{{X}}He finished his thoughts, suggesting they both head to the Gates. Ah the hell with it, did she have anything to lose? Before she spoke, the vixen stretched, cat-like, towards the ground, with her front legs pushed far in front of her. A small groan escaped her throat as she pulled herself back up. "I'm good at excitement, and I do enjoy the quiet. Gives me time to think, ya know? Most of the time my thoughts are all I have, I figure its best to stay on good terms with them lest they turn on me." Her eyes met his again, but they weren't as bright and mischievous as they were earlier, for whatever reason. "Now, I would start walking but I honestly have no fucking clue where we are headed. I'm a wanderer with a poor sense of direction, how does that even happen?"

{{X}}Voudou hopped up a little bit into a brief half-rear. They had been standing around for far too long, she almost felt like going for a run.