Untamed Blaze(open)

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The trees stood silently as the bright morning sun creeped up over the distant horizon. Its thin warm rays filtered in and throughout them as the flowers coated in morning dew began to open for the wondering optics of the vixen that had made her way through.

Pelt of coal clouds covered her bodice. Her damp banner draped over her serpentine, lifelessly moving in rhythm of the gate her flints chose. Thorns focused in on the morning sounds of birds filtering through and does with Fons brushing against ferns deeper in the forest. All her movements filled with grace and beauty, could almost catch any glance that came near her form. Every indention a dagger made in the ground, the more it seemed she stood with pride and independents.

As the vixen moved onwards upon the path was worn and dew covered she seemed to begin thinking that no other equines would be venturing around this early in the new day.
Only one could hope
She thought as she continued on.

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Alone, he stood, all-powerful, malicious, looking upon her with no smile and no snort of welcome – he was deadpan, unreadable, free of emotions as he stared her down with eyes glinting beetle-black in the light. She was new, she was…untamed, yet, and, oh, she seemed arrogant – just like him. But no, my spider-stallion cared not for her own arrogance but for his owning of her, for he was cut to the shape of a rogue, wild and free, to be what the wild had deemed him to be.

Snake-like, he moved, gliding across sands that skittered at his hooves, and, as he reached her, he smirked, and nipped her rump, pressing firmer, closer to her as he felt she was with child and snaked his head out to whisper in her ear ”Why, hello, poppet…And just who are you?” [/]and such malice is in his words that it is unavoidable.

Come now, Don't be a f r a i d.

ooc ll He's a dark stally, but whatever lol

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The voice of the hessian reached her thorns as she felt the light nips of his ivories on her rump. crania turned and glanced back at him. Color of twlight on a cloudy night. Optics rolled under her eyelids as her flints pulled from him and turned. Optics now watched him fully.

Fira... But Flames of Fira to you. her words came fierce and with attitude. She was not going to act all flirty like and allow this brute to have the say of what goes.
"Since you inquired mine I'll inquire yours... Whats your curse?

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Oh, spider-spun misfortune upon them all he brings, for Ahmar is no daylight to your darkness, he will simply amplify it, make it resound about the empty walls of the dungeon you’re trapped in – he is murderous, torturous, manipulative, for he likes to play games with the mind, likes to toy with them, as a cat with a mouse before it kills the prey. She, Fira, of much the same as he, seductive, sweetling, so darling and innocent – but beneath it all? A monster, a monstrosity – it depicted him, at least.

He snorted, quietened as she watched him, the dark of his eyes deadpan still but alluring with a sense of foreboding coming from the very air about him, the tension in the atmosphere. His eyes searched hers; found the beautiful jet-black of her and his lips curled, snowy-white, to place a slight nip upon her skin. Oh, it seemed such a delicate thing, that touch of tooth and velvet and flesh, but really he was monstrous, outcast, and the monstrosity was testing his pet.

"Well, Fira it's a pleasure. I am Al-Amhar of Silver Creek." he stated simply facts, though leaving the king part out.

Come now, Don't be a f r a i d.

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She saw no feelings nor hints of what was traveling through his mind. He was a true dark and she knew it. But did that change her out look on this hessian? No. He just like all the rest. Falling for her fast hoping she would catch them. Always they end up on the ground hurting. This would be the same. Another fall... another hurt. No sorrow would come from her.

As he stated his dubbence she rolled her optics again. She was not afraid of her emotions showing, she had nothing to hide.
So Al-Amhar of Silver Creek, let me guess, you are out searching for th right vix for your herd. Or are you just out nibbling on random objects?

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Such wildness, such subtle hatred – he was a leech on them, clinging, sucking away the life of them, he lurked in shadows and in darkness, he lured them as they turned, fleeting, knife-like against the blackness of a world where evils were distinguished as weak – unworthy of attention of lights. He, he would prove them wrong, those foolish children who thought that they were always on the right side – that darkness could never take over them. Oh, poor, foolish children, doomed to live a life of disrespect, they were indeed – for they underestimated the power of he, the power of the dark side. They were wrong, they, children of the light, had never known such power as of those borne of spiders and tar-pits.

He, smirking, would stand, and watched her with eyes showing no emotion, a lack of such that was surely not meant to be. He, darkness clad in silver and finery, saw her gaze, saw the awe, the obsessive lust.
Smirking at her lyrics, he parted his maw. "Well, It depends are you interested?"

Come now, Don't be a f r a i d.

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A snort was emitted from her nares at his words. Dial shook and she side stepped, turning from him. And yet again, another tries for her heart. But her heart is not one to just be given away. If one was going to win it, they would have to fight. Not flint to flesh. Mind to mind. Whipcord flicked back, close to the hessian's front pillars and from her vox came a flat attitude statment
"Dream on"

Flints carried her down the path that was now dry from the dew. The sun waas now higher in the sky and a few clouds had moved in. Not enough for rain, just shade.

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Ahmar is simply amused by her, this mare who thinks she is such a tigress, holds such majesty that she may have all power, amused by the way she suddenly changes moods and becomes something he’d never thought she’d become. Oh, he is simply amused by the fact she thinks she'll get her way. The crimson stallion does not intend to pity and does not struggle against it - his heart is stone and ice and fire, nothing more and nothing less, impenetrable and unbroken. It is with such a growing coldness in his eyes that he regards her, before she has even broken into speech, and a low chuckle comes from the pits of his stomach.

"Well, I could. But I'm afraid I have matters to attend to. " he paused, walking a few steps in the other direction. "Though, If you wish, poppet, you can come to Silver Creek."

Come now, Don't be a f r a i d.

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"My wishes are far from that may I assure you. craina turned to himj as she spoke. But as quickly as changed, it reutrned to its orignial place in the atmosphere. Soon after her small flints continued her down the path.

This same senerio had happened countless times. A hessian invites her to their domain. But they would only be left hanging for how ever long they believed she would come. It seemed as though all brutes thought the same way. I met a vix, and now she will join. To easy she thought To easy

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Passion is his, as is lust and other small feelings of curiosity and hate, desire and wonderment, and he watches this daily routine of life and limb, survival of the fittest with a dark eye and a sceptical mind, for he has no want to be what they do, he has no want to be labelled as different for he sees nought wrong with the typecast world. He has shaped the mould and they have come out of it and reformed themselves – and Ahmar cares not for such strange talents and fetishes to be different. The white stallion is in no way elaborate in his manner – he is rough and unrushed in actions and words, and they will get used to it or simply hate him for it.

Watching the wrentch he smirks. "Fine, by me." with that he walks away.

Come now, Don't be a f r a i d.

ooc ll Bye,Bye. lol

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(OOC: bye!! lol)