"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
Her smokey white body, tensed as his barrel mad contact with the blackened point of her hip. To her own surprise, the young seductress was strongly seduced by his idea of returning to his herd land and, willingly followed in his steps.
Her lobes swiveling as they walked in silence, the dead air floating around them like a potent musk, "Must you be so quiet?" She spoke tenderly. Her charcoal hips swaying as she gracefully moved in step with the brute, her azure iris's found a hint of gold within the horizon. Returning her temptress gaze upon the stallion she hailed another question, "Or, must I make conversation with myself?" She added in a playful tone.
Breaking into a gentle trot, the silver mare shot ahead of the stallion. Her silver, and black streaked tail whisped behind her like an elegant banner of grace. Skipping across the golden encrusted horizon, she found a place more than classified as paradise. A Deer herd skittered across a golden field, as if welcoming the pair forwards. Vocals of songbirds called about, creating joyous songs in their arrival to the herd land. "It's Gorgeous." She spoke with an attracting hint added onto her words.
Her attention remained upon her new homeland, until she heard the footsteps of Phaedrus to follow towards her hind. Shifting her body towards him, she spoke in a seducing whisper, "So, what shall we do now?" Her darkened cat eye markings, caused her eyes to become more distinct. And her affect on the seduction of men heightened. Batting her silver eyelashes she waited for him to answer in his deep voice. Whatever would happen, her affection towards him would be dulled if he tried to indulge the young girl in the thrawl of sex.
He can't help a smirk, the brat had fallen for it. Turning his back to her he begins to lead her to her new home. He already knew that she would have to consider herself lucky if she ever recieved his touch in that way again. Every once in a while though seduction had its place. Once they got a taste though, the women would always want more of that warmth. Just as he is though, they would always end up dissapointed. His chocolate pupils haze over lost for a minute in his own head. The rythmic beat of their hooves, the gentle whistles of the birds all a lull to his mind. A soothing remedy for all that he would/had missed.
She breaks the silence, and his features take a sharp turn towards her. He calculates, silence hanging in the air between them as he once more looses track of the world around him. She pricked his memory back to a time when others would choose to interact with him on the few occassions that he hadn't proved how bad of company he could be. You can if you want. He flicks his ears listening to the trickling creek that they plod by. Turning his head he looks forward once more taken in by the rough bark of the trees.
She jabbers once again, this time cooing over the place that he had chosen. With a grunt of agreement he arrives next to her preparing to unfurl his wings that would begin the process of lifting himself off the ground. When she speaks once again. He is unphased by her girlish attempts for warmth. You could chase the deer, or do what ever mares do. He pauses long, strangely long, almost you could say to long. You could join the kingdom ranks as well if that is something that interests you. His voice grunts it out absently.
No, sex was not his "thing" so to speak. This was more of a strange, meandering experiment for himself, but of course they had no need of knowing that about him. In all honesty he could not care less about them or what they chose to do. As long as they DID something other then sit around and grow fat. To say such things would be considered rude though, so his mouth stays shut. They could never know that he didn't own a heart.
Phaedrus
DEATH GIVES US SLEEP, ETERNAL YOUTH, AND IMMORTALITY
Had stallions ever had a reason to be rude to her? No. It wasn't his charm, that she wanted. She wanted him to be all over her, her mind felt soiled. She wanted him to look into her eyes and only se her, was that too much to ask of a man? Well quite frankly under the circumstances it seemed it was quite too much for him to handle.
In complete annoyance to his comments she spoke, "Are you Homosexual? Or can you simply not handle any of this?" She snapped, porcelain lobes pinned as she began to walk in the direction of the field. Pivoting towards Phaedrus, "Do you think so little of me? That I'm simply your herd-bitch to boss around?" She growled out the last words. He obviously had no complete thought in his mind, of how he should treat a lady. Did his mother teach him any manners for pete sake?
"Was it all just a game? A joke? Well than, you have another thing coming. I will not stand under any circumstance be held down as your herd bitch." She flared her velvet nostrils, as she began to scoot backwards slowly side walking in the other direction. " I will not be labeled as your property either. If this is what little respect you show for females, I'm out." She snapped.
In her heart, it was always just an act. To make them beg or simply see their reaction, if she was really wanted at all. Call it a test if you please. If a stallion truly wanted her in his herd, he would go don onto his knees and as her to be his alpha, it was as simple as that. Roma knew too well of how a man works yet, with little experience in sex she still seemed to corner them into one choice.
She stared at him for a brief moment, before twirling around gracefully. And elegantly walking away, her charcoal dorsal stripe swayed along with her body as she walked, only turning for a moment to search his face for words or his simple reaction.
Heartbreak Is The National Anthem
OCC: I find her to be very very dramatic and sassy. Sorry for the dramatic overload on this one
He pins his ears. This was her warning, she needed to settle down and stop throwing a fit. They had just arrived, and already she was making her demands. His lips curve into a sick sort of smile when she keeps going. So he is now homosexual, AND a womanizer all roled into one, how amusing that would be. if it were are all possible to begin with. Maybe he should show her just what a real womanizer would do.
She tells him how to act, so really who's the bossy bitch? If anything she would need to be put in her place. He stomps his hoof, giving her another warning. The stallion has patience maybe she would see his kindness in the lack of violence that he displaces. She talks of leaving, but that really wasn't her choice now was it? After all she had already accepted his invitation, now in all technechality she DID belong to him. The fairies that cared for beqanna would be on his side in this. Of that he is certain.
She begins to walk away. Did she realize that she is dealing with a soldier? One trained for combat? That his sole desire in life is to battle on the feilds and plains with others that are like minded. Did she realize that his lack of interest in sexual interaction was deeply rooted in this. Did she realize just how much of a gentleman he was being?
After all wouldn't most stallions cut her off before she could finish and show her her place? But no he gives her room to speak, he gives her warnings to shut her mouth. He lets her vent and get her frustrations out. That didn't mean that he was going to put up with it either. So in a low growl his eyes take on a sharpness and a dirrectness that he uses when his muscles coil and prep for battle. Is this what she wanted to see? Did she want to see the kiler that he is? That he revels and enjoys being? We just met. He says it as she begins walking away.
Could she really expect him to love her the second they meet? He is in all practicality offering her a home, he is offering her the ability to go where she desires. She is welcome to come and go as she wishes. Could she really ask for more? She was protected as protected can be. She had all the rights that she could possibly disire, but its not enough? He must love her, and worship her as well? That was crossing a line. He had his own will and would keep it as such. No one would break him in that way.
So he extends his wings taking off, to find the creek across the land that he could now call his. Calling out to her You are welcome to stay. What she chose to do was her own business. She could hide out in the forest for all he cared. She wanted his emotions, well she would have to show him that she was worthy first. After all they didnt know each other at all.
Phaedrus
DEATH GIVES US SLEEP, ETERNAL YOUTH, AND IMMORTALITY
