Revair

[Pie]

The lazy sun began to sink into the arms of a dark cloud. Rays of light spread in various directions exploding the cool blue sky in a freenzy of orange and pink. The splendid sunset mezmorised those who watched as the sun set upon another day. Shafts of light were massaqured by the raging clouds that crawled from the west, their edges burdened with rain. Thunder shook the ground as a mare sprawled from the forest. Her breath channeled through both nostrils firing into the autumn breeze. It coiled around her mouth, tickling each corner before vanishing. Behind closed jaws, her tounge quickly slided across her teeth. There was a filthy taste staining her taste buds. It tasted of rusty metal, but was quickly ignored.

Quietly, Revair paced into the small glade. A wisp of sharp cold air ruffled her tangled mane and tail. Each step was rigid as her muscles tensed. Both brown eyes quickly scanned the surrounding flora. Immediatly she took a discust to it. Her lips tightened into a thin line as she grunted and sharply turned, both ears twitching. Then, she squinted and shrugged. So they wanted to play games, the invitation was more than exillerating. Instead, she pleasantly ignored it and pretended to sleep. However there was a gap in her eye as she patiently waited for the stallions to come drooling.

[Halo]

She can see it! The watering hole, that is. They are coming off the mountain and she can see the calm jewel ahead of them. Spirit has found it and that’s exciting.

He is tired of rain! Sick and tired! He swears he'll end up molding soon with all the moisture constantly clinging to his gorgeous violet pelt. And just when he thinks he has found a sunny place where he can dry himself and be free of the damp the clouds come again. He shrieks his disapproval and stamps his powerful hoof in bad temper, wishing to curse the sky for constantly weeping its woes down upon his royal head. Does it do this on purpose to show forth mockery of him? Well, fine then! The Gods of the Sky are nothing and their opinions don’t matter one lick!

”Of course, your highness. What form of being can match your strength and cunning?” He can nearly feeling the feminine body brush against him seductively, almost see her midnight black body brush against him. And he curls his lip at open air (for the voice holds no real form except within his mind.

“Be gone with you, Sin. I am in no mood for your games.” And his eyes follow his imagination until she disappears like a wisp of smoke. His eyes widen in shock but he quickly snorts and turns it into a look of bad temper. Is she the only one bothering him today? The others have gone out for a time? That’s good, at least he doesn’t have a crowd of voices screaming at him all at once for a little while.

”Look there,” comes a silky whisper through his head and his eyes are directed towards the mare standing off in a distance. He blinks and stares for a moment before his pillars move of their own accord. Silently he stalks forward, eyes glinting with mischief as he would seek to startle the mare awake.
~Joker

[Pie]

The rain fell in no repeditive pattern. The moisture bloated her mane and tail, plastering them to the side of her neck and head. With an abusive flick, her tail sprayed across her rump. Sharply she turned to gaze ferociously into the eyes of a stallion. Both eyelashes were stuck together by the constant drizzle of rain. Suspicioun was rising in her lungs as she relaxed at the stallion. Then, from nowhere a sweet melodious sound spinned from her lips. "Great navigational skills you must have.." Revair grinned, pathetic. Only a scent as strong as hers would drive even the most stupid stallions to her side.

With a swift flick, her head turned away. There was a pool of water that had accumulated over the constant downfall. Efortlessly, she strolled to its edges and stared at her reflection. From there, she mulled at her perfection, turning her head from side to side. Then, she turned back to the stallion, her pupils dilating. You could see it in her eyes, she was ready to serve the stallion for a radiance of power had entered through her first inhale of his presence. Play her cards right.. and she would be rewarded. Hopefully... That satisfied Revair, so she egged something out of the curious stallion, by reaching her velvet muzzle to his cheek. Then, she softly ruffled his forelock and breathed into his ear. "How can I serve you?

[Halo]

He lifts his head and raises his brow, a little disappointed that he had not succeeded in surprising the vixen. She seemed to have known he was coming all along. What a dying shame. Her expression would have been marvelous. He can just picture that pretty face of her marred by pain. Is that his thoughts, though? Or has Predator returned to stalk his mind with his dark and malicious thoughts? If he had, he didn’t sense him. The merciless demon seems to be wising up to his host’s cunning.

Joker’s thoughts had wandered and he inwardly kicks himself for allowing it to do so, so freely. His upper lip turns up and his nose wrinkles at the same time in a look of displeasure in his wavering attention span. The King of the Highlands’ is better than that. Much better. If only ‘they’ wouldn’t constantly distract him.

The stag watches the mare approach, appearing unscathed by her wiles and her turn of charm. He isn’t stupid and he will let her know of that quickly. He pulls away when she touches him, bearing his teeth at her in warning. “I’m not stupid, mare. There is something you want. Now what is it?” He speaks as if speaking to a child, moving from her and circles her pretty bodice. Something like want wells up inside him and he does his best to push it to the side. He needs a clear head.

He runs his teeth along her spine to her wither where he tugs lightly upon the fringes of her mane. What does she want? Perhaps she is as cunning as he. If so they’d make a pair and yet he knows to be wary of her intelligence lest she seek to pull her dominance over him. No! No femme will ever dominate him by any means! He rules and everyone does well to remember it.
~Joker

Normal Color: Joker
Red: Predator
Blue: Sin
Green: Prank

[Pie]

As the rain descended from the sky, the two horses were surrounded by a thick fog. It weaved in and out of the trees swerving in a intricate pattern. It was a thick mist, meaning the rain was heavier off in the distance. It was comming from the south and would soon arrive. The canopy of trees above provided some shelter, but it was limited. There was the occasional droplet of water that fell, and no one was swift or smart enough to dodge them. Below the earth had been saturated, but it still held that deadly presence. The mud had decided to cake her white socks, so now they were filthy. Each step, she slid and made strange sucking noises, it was really hard to imprint an impression on the King.

Revair noticed his expression as he failed to frighten her. But of course, she was not sleeping, just meerely waiting for a victim such as himself to attempt to startle her. Of course it failed, this made her chuckle only loud enough for him to hear if he was really listening. Once he began to circle her, she snapped out at him and kicked up her hind hoof in a tantrum. Then, when he raced up her spine with her muzzle she could only shiver in delight. When he tugged at her mane, she turned to face him, breathing on his muzzle in a reassuring way. Suddenly, she pinned her ears and nipped. "What makes you think I want something?"

A quick second raced by, her moodswing subsided and she settled her muzzle onto his sholder, gently tracing the muscles that alligned his exquisit shape. "My, my arn't you strong." A little compliment wouldn't help sweeten the honey. Now, it was her turn to circle him, and indeed she did. Tightly, her body closed around his tall figure, she was much smaller than he was. The only time she stopped was when she was at his head. Her nose brushed softly along his neck where the mane didn't fall. She stood beside him, very close reached to nip at his ear. "So... I want something eh? Don't you?" She soothed and looked away for a split second, only to pull her self back and stare up into his eyes. "Don't you want something from me?" Her voice was incredibly touched with innocence as she looked up at the stallion through her eyelashes, waiting for him to crack.

[Halo]

Oh, she isn’t fooling him for a second. He can sense the darkness in her heart, it fills his nostrils every time he breathes in her scent, he can feel the heat of her soul nip at his skin with each chance she brushes against him. It is both tantalizing and worrisome. And though it is actually somewhat arousing, he keeps himself in check. Yes, he is strong and she will find he doesn’t break so easily.

“A smart little vixen like yourself always has something up her sleeve.” His ear flicks when she nips his ear and continues speaking into him her words like honey. But there is poison laced within the sweetness and he reminds himself to be wary of sampling any of it so rashly. He needs to build an immunity to her toxins if he wishes to survive this encounter. “What I want doesn’t matter if the trade isn’t worth my while,” he says, his voice going dark and dangerous, yet...somehow inviting.

Joker turns his neck and presses his nose against her throat, drawing in a deep drink of her scent through his sensors and releasing his breath through a gaping mouth, the air warming the ruffled fur beneath his touch. “You do want something,” he assures her, as if she hasn’t realized it for herself yet. And then he yanks back and his ears pin back against his skull.

“But I have not caught your calling, my desirable one,” he laments. “I am hailed as Joker. And what name might my lips call you?”
~Joker

[Pie]

Revair inhaled sharply. This was going to be harder than expected. Slowly the rain had began to subside, but her coat was saturated and wasn't very shiny. The taste of rain intoxicated the back of her mouth as she quietly paced away from the king. Her tail swished vigourously trying to squeeze the excess water from it. Quickly she shook her neck and lowered her head to graze. Contently, she cropped the grass, slashing her tail at her sides. She was oblivious to how close Joker was, and his actions.

"Maybe you won't need to trade." As she spoke, her words stunned the cold air, her head turned to face the king, her lips relaxed into an alluring smirk. Then, she resumed her late morning breakfast, pretending he wasn't there. She deliberatly made herself vunerable. It was all part of the game. "Hmm.. Joker.. you don't tell many jokes do you?" Lifting her head, Revair squinted into the dark forest then giggled, before efortlessly trotting to his side. She completed half a sphere around his body, then batted her eyelashes. "Revair." A sneaky smirk plastered to her lips as she turned on her heels and looked back at him, her neck arched in an attractive fashion.

[Halo]

“Just go ahead and tell me what you want,” he spats in a sudden show of vehement temper that had slipped past his defenses. He hadn’t felt impatient a moment ago. What the hell happened? A low growl vibrates his throat as he stomps one hind irately in the mud, splattering dirty mud on his legs. It can’t be this mare getting the best of him, could it? No...it’s...damn, he’s back. And just sensing him turns his moody to ashes.

”Did you think I had gone forever, foolish, stag? Can’t you keep it together in the presence of one meslie mare? Worthless and pathetic.” Joker closes his eyes tightly to try to be rid of the voice, shaking his head, ears flopping as he does, as if to break himself loose from the voice chattering away in his head. “Get out of my head and I’ll deal with this one my own,” he mutters under his breath to himself through gritted teeth.

Slowly he turns his head to look at Revair with a dark and cold expression, brow knitted downwards in aggravation. Had she noticed his strange behavior? It would be hard not to. Anyway... He grows tired of this game. “So...why don’t we end these games? Hm?” He circles her one more time, nipping her rump lightly and in no way showing any intent of harming her. If he is going to have this mare as his own he wants her spotless...save it for later, maybe.
~Joker

[Pie]

"I don't want anything." Her voice kept an incredible ammount of dignity as she soothed her words into his ear. As he began to snap, Revair just stepped back, giving the stallion some room. Completly at ease with Joker, she began to relax untill she looked at him questionally. Her gaze was on the ground perhaps at her feet. Now the rain had stopped for even longer and her own sweet essence began to come back. Deciding that this was the time to break Joker, she quickly strided under his muzzle. She let it run down her neck and along her back untill she stopped with her rump under his neck. Teasing him, she pulled away and nipped at his muzzle. Though, that sweet fragrance was burdened with impurities. It was like water chokeing the oxygen.

"Sure.. you lead the way." One eye focused onto her newly found king as she winked at him and tossed her head. The breeze chose this opportunity to rush through her half dry mane, lifting it of her sleek but chubby neck. Slowly, she moved behind Joker, her pace even and rhythmic as she indicated with her head for him to lead the way to his cursed lands. The bottom of her lip quivered with anticipation as she watched him, waiting patiently for him to move or say something.. Unless of course he couldn't and was frozen into place by her mere presence.

[Halo]

Of course he doesn’t believe her for a second, but that doesn’t matter one bit. But he’s going to get what he wants out of her, eventually, once these games really stop. It wouldn’t bother him to know she was up to something, it makes this whole thing more...exciting... And Joker is starting to like the idea of a proposition. But he keeps it tucked away inside his head, eyes alight with his own deranged passions.

His nostrils flare to take in the essence of her that now begins to wield its powers on the air. He likes it and as she passes under his muzzle, nips her lightly again, savoring the moment before she moves away. The King continues unfazed, lifting his head and eying her with something cold but approving, pleased that she would come easily. He would terribly hate to have to damage the pretty bodice of hers for something as petty as such a squabble. Joker wants to save that for other means.

Without a word, but a snort instead, he tosses his head and picks his pillars up into a swift trot, tail swishing for some unreadable emotion. Though he would desperately love to lead to her to the caverns nearby, they are so much closer than where he leads her, he settles for first introducing her to his terra. It’s a place he is proud of and there perhaps she will find her tongue looser to talk about what she so desires in return for her services.

“We’ll see my terra first, pretty one,” he announces as he turns to trot sideways so he can gaze at her. “Highlands of Darkened Frost...is its name.” And with that he squeals and lunges into an easy lope, looking back once to be sure she is keeping up behind him.
~Joker