[open] skulls and crossbones

[Hexen]

dead men tell no tales

Hexen hears him before she smells him; the spotted mare tilts her head just so, one dark ear flicking as the breeze shifts to bring the scent of a boy her way. Oh, how she does love the boys. He is handsome, too, tall and black as night with white spots scattered across his inky form like stars. His face and chest are white, and his voice is deep and smooth. As much as Hexen dislikes most, this gentleman seems exciting enough to talk to.

Swishing her long, black tail, the female pins her stare on the stallion, first the pale eye, and then the red one. Scarred lips pull into a devilish smile. "Afraid not," Hexen admits, nostrils widening to smell him. "I'm called Hexen. To what do I owe the pleasure..." the mare nickers as she slowly walks in a circle around the dark stallion. "...of your company?

H E X E N

ooc; hexen says chem is a sexy old man @[Chemdog]