Capture???

[Tikayla]

The stench of darkness lay heavily on the air, it was nearly suffocating the light mare but she ignored it, pushed through it. It was only darkness after all and she had endured much worse. Her eyes were open, scanning the landscape for a telltale dark figure, shrouded by the dark scent that clogged her nostrils now.

She did not see a single one, perhaps they were gone. Of course the cold was making her shiver and she wasn't paying attention to her sight. The only scents she was using really were smell, feel, and hear.

The only sound was the crunching of her feet on the damp snow. It was sticking to her hooves, making every step heavier and harder. Still she trudged on, picking up foot after foot and going on blindly.

The only smell was the darkness that clouded her. She could nearly see it, the smell was so thick upon her, but she was not trained, as her mother had been to see the alliances of a horse or of land, yet.

The only thing she could feel was the bitter cold that burned her delicate skin. She could feel her ears submitting to the cold and she pressed them against her head, hoping to preserve them. It was not snowing out, a good thing but there was a mist hanging in the air.

She stopped suddenly, ears pricked forward, nostrils extended to the smell that was nearly there, could it be...a dark at long last.

[Halo]

Nothing stirs, not even the wind rattling the gemlike branches of the crystal forest, not even to pick up the light snow laying upon the ground. The tediousness of a quiet day, getting under his skin and itching so bad he thinks he might begin to bleed from the irritation. He lays beneath the lengthened shadows of his trees, legs curled beneath him while he senses remain on alert just waiting, praying, for something to happen or to come up. Yet he’s been wandering most of the day, not interested enough to leave his terra, and has seen or heard nothing.

Then the smallest of sounds is caught on his vigilance and his harks perk forward amongst golden strands, green eyes wide and eager as a heavy breath is expelled from his nostrils to mist in front of his visage as eager anticipation grasps him. Without a word or noise from his mouth he unfolds his legs and stands, not even bothering to shake away the damp snow clinging to his knees and violet side before starting forth. The dark king keeps his steps nearly silent until the final moment he allows a stir of motion to sound forth an alarm towards the mare that had dared venture upon his lands.

She comes to full attention and a smirk pulls up the corners of his lips in a wicked expression, giving up all stealth as he trots forward fluidly to come up against her. He touches his maw on her rump as he circles her, tracing the length of her bodice. “Something to do, at last,” he remarks with sarcastic humor lathered upon his gothic lyrics. “Do you know upon whose lands you’ve tread, my dear one?” he inquires, already possessiveness in his tone as he takes in her scent at close range, unaffected by what her reaction might be.
~Joker

(OOC: Mind if I drop in? You didn't say it was reserved for anyone, but I can delete my post if I wasn't supposed to intrude.)

[Tikayla]

The sound of his voice nearly scares her. She had not expected to see a dark horse so early on. She had only been on Dark lands for a little while and he had startled her.

"Hello, dark horse, I do know whose lands these are, and I would be pleased if you let me pass by, I am here only to observe and explore," she says. Knowing already that her effort is futile. His voice tells her that this is a horse who likes mares, a lot and that he will not be inclined to let him up.

She decides to learn about him. His aura is dark and he is dark, a very dark horse indeed. His voice scares her, it is dark with sarcasm underlying it. She steps away from him, her entire body trembling. He is a good couple hands taller than she. She reaches just 13 hands and he would seem to be almost 17. His size is startling. He is a startling horse. The smell of dark has grown stronger. She can't breath without taking a whiff of darkness.

[Halo]

He can see her shaking and a tremor of excitement runs through him, a thrill born from the ability to intimidate others. It might not seem like it would be so difficult, she is a small thing; but he’s known some spitfire shorties, little gals who could give you a run for your money if it pleased them, so he knows better. Yet this one seems to be easy prey and when she steps away, he steps forward, nipping her shoulder in wordless reprimand, ’Don’t you go anywhere’.

“You’re on Joker’s land, pretty thing. You don’t just wander through Joker’s territory and expect to pass on by.” He tries so hard to control the snicker that bubbles forth with wicked mirth, but it reveals itself anyway, shoulders quaking with amusement. Joker presses his violet nose to her side, able to tell a thing or two about her by just her scent, like the fact that’s she’s a light. What gall does she have to observe and explore dark lands? Is she that naïve? Maybe she’s just empty-headed. Oh, that all doesn’t matter because what she is, now, is his.

“I think,” he begins, rolling his eyes towards the sky thoughtfully, “I think you should stay around awhile, make yourself at home. What better way to explore than to delve right into the culture.” He smirks and rears up, maneuvering with his flints in the air so he can bring his weight down heavily behind her, wanting to push her deeper into her terra.
~Joker

(Blah...)

[Tikayla]

She'd been afraid of that. She really was interested in the Dark Terra but she didn't want to stay.

"Sir, as you can probably tell, I am light and I don't belong here with the darks, in fact the only reason I can see that you would keep me here is as a...oh god," a realization had dawned on her. Stags were stags and stags liked mare, a lot.

"Sire, will I be a slave if I stay?" she asked knowing full well that if he said no she would be out of there faster than a bullet out of a pistol. She had no wish to be a slave but if she was one there would be no escape.

When he landed behind her she jumped and skitted deeper into the dark land. She nearly gagged at the dark scent and tried to head out. What had she gotten herself into? This was way more than she had bargined for.

[Halo]

Joker blocks her exit with his muscled physique, lifting his head high and putting his ears back menacingly. It’s another warning and for her sake he hopes she doesn’t go for third times the charm, though he’s sure it won’t be a charming experience for her in the least. However, he’s not sure he wants to mark up his new toy, anyway, not right now and so early in the game. He wants to keep her for as long as possible and if he plays too rough he might not have his plaything for long. So he might be extra aggravated if she forces his hoof and he has to make a mess out of the pretty, buttermilk hide of hers.

Her realization and the question she puts to him thoroughly amuses him, his maw splitting into a wicked grin, cruel delight glittering like pirate gold smeared in the blood of the victims sliced to retrieve it and a chuckle of dark glee rumbling like threatening thunder in his deep chest. He noses against her, pushes and shoving roughly as he continues the effort of driving Zanatha further into the highlands, ever closer to the crystal forest. The dark king’s heart pounds for his eagerness and every so often his tongue laps at lips with anticipation.

“What might I call my new little slave?” he requests almost civilly. Joker is sure she hadn’t known what she was getting herself into, trespassing upon the land of the Dark King himself. But soon enough and she’ll know exactly what she has bought. “Your name, mare!” he demands, nipping her rump, snorting hot breath against her bodice, burning her with steam of his breath heated by the fires of his magician skill.
~Joker

[Tikayla]

She jumps at his harsh handling and when he nips her she lets loose an indignant whinny. She turns on him but his size alone is enough. She turns and allows herself to be jostled along, not making it easy, but her tiny statue make it easy for him to do what he wishes.

"My name, master, is Zanatha, or buttermilk in my native language," she snaps, repressing an urge to bit him, not a caring nip but a full fledged pain-filled bite. She restrains herself in time.

She is forced deeper into his lands and she finds that she is becoming accostomed to the dark scent. That is a surprise. Not a pleasant one but whatever.

[Halo]

Oh, that would be a mistake that she would live to regret, and live for a painfully long while to Joker’s vengeful satisfaction. Already, while watching the urge in her gaze, he is planning her punishment. But it fades and, though he is still pleased her marking will build anticipation, he is almost disappointed. He has to remind himself that this is for the best. Yet, his mind’s fellows work deviously to undermine his decisions and free will.

’I wonder what her blood tastes like. I want to taste, my worthless host, so bite her already. You’ll enjoy it as much as I will,’ Predator growls hungrily. Joker can hear him lick invisible lips, imagining the sweet taste her insides must possess. Inwardly the brute shakes away the desire the voice is planting deep inside him, fighting the new insistent craving that digs at him and goads at him with spurs.

Sin whispers into his head in sadistic femme tone, ’Why simply taste her blood when there is so much more you can have. You own her, she’s yours! Take what you want from her. You answer to no one.’ What? Prank doesn’t have anything brilliant to say? He mutters in the background, something about being on hiatus or vacation. He won’t be voicing his opinion on this matter. That is well enough as he is already having to deal with two instigators.

Joker feels he has pushed her far enough, grumbling something beneath his breath before snapping back to the reality at hand. His open maw travels where he can reach, exploring nips placed even distances apart but going nowhere near piercing. “Zanatha, hm? Master, I like that,” he says with a quiet chuckle, his mind seeming to drift with thought as his tone quiets.
~Joker

(OOC: Did you have something in mind? Just asking since you started the thread.)

[Tikayla]

She turns as he is distracted and begins to gallop, she can't cover much ground, her stride is so short and she knows that she will catch her. Suddenly her hoove catches a rock and she tumbles to hit the ground. She cowers against it, awaiting his anger.

"Please, my master. I'll not do it again," she pleads still pressed against the ground. She wants to rise but she fears his anger and she knows that she ought not push him. She is a slave now and she must obey, but her free spirit rejects these restraints. She wants to be free but she knows better.

She hears what he says. About liking the word master.

"Of course you like being called master, uppity pig that you are," she mumbles. Forgetting that she is at his mercy and that he could kill her with a single blow. She has always wondered what it would be like to be captured and used as a slave mare, she never thought that it would be like this.

((Hmm, perhaps forcebreeding in the horizon, then Joker can actually have a foal of his genetics instead of his queen having one with another stag.))

[Halo]

She was easy to catch up to, her strides shorter than his, though not entirely less graceful he allows himself to notice; besides, her collapse halts her escape entirely and he slows to an easy trot and then a stop. He stands over her, glaring with ears pinned to the back of his skull angrily. Joker’s control is as thin as paper, but he could have managed to keep it in one piece if her words had not torn through it. The dark lord cannot contain the overwhelming need to retaliate.

He drops his head at her, mouth agape as he finds a place on her shoulder to sink his enamels into, seeking to draw blood this time to lap up and finally taste. Drawing up slightly he snarls down at her, baring his teeth at her purposefully. “You better watch your tongue, wench, if you desire to remain in one piece,” he spats threateningly, stomping his fore close to her head to emphasize his words. “Now get up,” he orders, again pawing but this time grazing at her neck.

Maybe he should treat this mare a lesson, put her in line and make sure she knows what happens when anyone steps over that line. She’ll be less sassy then, he bets, more cooperative he imagines. He debates it as he waits for her to climb back to her feet, or not...she’ll be quite unhappy with her decision if she bucks his order.
~Joker

(OOC: Okee, whatever and whenever you wants to do. *winks* That will be strange…a slave foal having more favor (at least for the moment) than one that’s supposed to be heir/ess.)

[Tikayla]

She barely supresses a shriek of agony when he bites and she gets up slowly. Her shoulder hurts and she nearly falls but sheer will keeps her up. Then she decides to give one last fight and falls again to the ground. She prays that he does not kill her, that his desire for her saves her but she is not sure.

His fierce expression and angry words, she flinches from them her entire body quaking upon the ground. She is pressing herself desperatly into the earth, longing for it to swallow her up, but alas it does not.

"Please my master, I am weary allow me rest?" she asks already knowing that he will be furious with her disobedience. She fears his wrath but at the same time she does not fear it. She knows that it will come and she dreads it but she longs to get it over with so that he can punish her throughly and be done with it.

((yeah teehee, that will be funny.))

[Halo]

Joker longs to stomp upon her prone form to wreak retribution upon her for her lack of compliance, but he had already compromised his desire for an unmarked fae and if he beats on her too badly he might not get what he wants anyhow. Instead he presses his nose against the bite wound roughly as he shoves her, violently encouraging her back up to her feet no matter the effort. “You had the strength to attempt running from me, you can stand! Now, up!” He pushes against her, desperate enough that he seems he may even be trying to aid her to her feet. If so, it’s only due to his frantic need to fulfill unsatiated ache of his own. “Up, up!”

’Come on, come on! We can’t just let her get away with being so disobedient. Where will you get respect and fear if you don’t show her what it means? Don’t get soft on me, Dandelion.” Joker grunts in retaliation to the voice yammering in his head. For once he thinks he might actually agree with the fellow. Anyway, he’ll have what he wants in the same whole package.
~Joker

(OOC: Blah!)

[Tikayla]

She stands at the pain and tries to ignore it. She fears more pain and more agony, she is aching everywhere and does not try anything funny. He is too angry now and she will not risk her life.

"Please my master, I will obey," she hardly whispers. Reluctance in her voice. It takes a lot to break her spirit but she can feel it beginning to splinter. She waits for her punishment, longing to run away far away where he can't follow. Then she expects that she would be drug back and submitted to more torture.

"What do you wish for me to do?" she asks, finally accepting his ownership of her, all of her. Her body, her mind, and even her soul. She is no longer a free horse. She is his.

[Halo]

Finally, some submission, and a small hope that things are at last rolling in the direction that he wants them to go; and that direction leads, actually, out of the terra into a more secluded place of a more fixed function. He can get her there, he is sure of it as he hears the sound of a breaking spirit in her tone of voice. She is his now, completely his possession to do with whatever he pleases, whenever. And now she asks of him her current duty and a shiver of expectation visibly runs down his spine. Soon he’ll have the thing of his craving.

He turns about her, nipping her on the rear in order to direct her down a new path. He’s familiar with the route to the caves, having visited there before, and if she does not resist the going they may be able to make time on the ‘shortcut’. “You truly want to know? Then lets go...Zanatha...” he says, speaking her name like poison. Joker shoves against her again, wanting to pick up into a trot and urging her to do the same so she’ll be ahead of him where he can watch her.
~Joker

(OOC: You wanna make the first post at the caverns?)

[Tikayla]

She picks up her feet and begins to canter. He is faster than she and she must exert more energy to keep up. She is loping smoothly and wincing at every step taken. Her shoulder hurts and blood is staining her beautiful coat.

"As you wish my lord," she mutters sarcasam marring her perfectly submissive voice. Her spirit is still not tamed completely and she won't let it be. She knows that she in for a rough time and she is rather reluctant. She gallops steadily on, waiting to discover his idea of her duty. She is a slave now and she must obey, she has no choice in the matter.

((sure))