Honey Flower, The Loveless

[Tikayla]

A beautiful, yet old mare coolly surveys her surrounding, searching for a stag to come and "claim" her. She is disgusted with them. They are light, not dark as she wished and she desires to leave. She snorts in distaste and looks towards the North, the land she craves to belong to. Still she will not allow herself to be claimed by anything else. The lead stag there has power, immense power, she can feel it. It comes from his land and that is who she is waiting for. This Joker, as he calls himself. She will be his mare or she will not stay in these lands. She refuses to belong, again to a light herd or anything else. Her own daughter is Marred due to the light blood that flows through her veins. Still she thinks often about her former mate. He had forcebred her, an imense show of power and had been able to resist her whisperings. None the less, he was dead, the only light horse she could abide.

[Halo]

Joker yawns, lifting his head from the ground where his muzzle had rested in sleep, legs curled against his body for warmth during the cool, damp night. His violet pelt is clung to by the early morning dew, adding a new chill to his form. But he doesn't mind, the stag hardly feels the temperature as something uncomfortable. The King lifts his nose to sample the air, not entirely disgusted by the fresh day smell decorating the wind about him. Yes, it is a good morning.

With a grunt, he lays his head back down and flings his body over, rolling momentarily and thoroughly soaking his coat before leaping up onto his strong pillars and giving his carcass a mighty shake. He squeals and bounds forward and into Greenway Meadow, refreshed now by his night beneath the stars, sleep banished from his gaze after the good night's sleep.
~Joker

(BLAH! Sorry, it stinks. You rang for Joker? )

[Tikayla]

Honey Flower smiles, a wicked, loveless smile. It is full of cruelty and she knows that he is near. The one she desires. His name is Joker but he is no joke. He is running now and she can sense him drawing near her. She will wait. Honey Flower does not meet a stag. She knows that he may find her to be too old. She is after all, 15 years old. Even her favorite stag had not asked much of her after she had borne her first child. This one might reject her. He would regret it of course. She could stand intergrated stags so long as they did not try to change her to the light. She would go to the other stag if he did not want her. She faced the way he would appear from. She again smiled, but this time it was more sincere, as if she were truly happy. What had caused this sudden joy? It was unknown.

[Halo]

Joker's pace slows as he comes over a small rise, tossing his head in good spirits. A dark being in a constant foul mood is so overrated, his moods change like the wind and he enjoys a good one every now and then. His eyes fall upon a mare as he pulls his attention clear of his thoughts. It would seem that she had been waiting for him and it arrouses his curiousity. She appears to be an older mare, but older is not necessarily a turn off. Wisdom and experience comes from age, two things that are an asset to any herd.

So, with that in mind, he lifts his head proudly and trots in her direction, legs lifted high in the air as he comes forth. He turns a circle around her, wondering how he is to address her. "Hello, fine lady," he says mischeif in his voice, stopping at her front and leaning in to take a sniff of her scent. "Joker's the name...darkness is the game and the Highlands of Darkened Frost is my domain." He laughs at his own joke, however corney it really might seem. It amused him...so who else needs to laugh?
~Joker

(BLAH...sorry)

[Tikayla]

She smiles, he has come. He who shall make her part of his herd, he just doesn't know it yet. Her eyes are alight with fire. He is tall and handsome. He stands at least one hand taller than her. He is a fine stag. She appraises his darkness and his power. Oh how wonderful, so powerful, so much power it makes her ache. And he would appear to be fairly insane already. Not that she minds, she considers one who can control their insanity to be strong. "Yes, I know you. My name is Honey Flower, my lord. I am of darkness as you are and I can tell that you are perhaps even darker than I. Would you be looking for mares to join your herd at this time, my lord." She bows her head in submission, though it is an act. She has never allowed herself to be ruled by a stag before and she doesn't intend to start. Perhaps this stag shall allow her to get power. Unlike all the other stags before him, he seems to consider her just another mare, not one of immense power. She likes that he is so confident.

[Halo]

Yes, he is in find spirits this morning and it shows in every breath, every motion, the look upon his handsome countenance. His tail swishes behind him with energy as he listens to the mare's words, a wicked smirk permenant upon his violet maw. "Honey Flower...hm? I think you could find a home in my herd," he announces, lifting his head as if it were a formal proclamation.
~Joker

(OOC: sorry it's short...my brain died...)

[Tikayla]

His demenor was as dark as hers. She could tell. He was dark and wicked and cruel. And she was so pleased. His invitation was not unexpected and she decided that it would be good to accept. It was best to always ally yourself with the strongest, the best so that your foals would be the best they could be. And this stag was the best, this stag was the strongest and he would give any foals the best genetics and everything. He was perfect. Her eyes glinting she nodded her head.
"I accept," she murmurs to her new king. She hopes that he can live up to her expectations.

[Halo]

He nods his head resolutely in a quick and sharp motion stating wordlessly, ‘that is that’. He seems pleased, at least his expression would suggest so. But he doesn’t say another word, battling it out with verses inside his own head with the three living their, their chorus of arguments distracting him. His eyes roll towards the sky as if thinking and then, after a brief moment, he shakes his head and dispatches of the three hooligans for just the moment. “Then let us be off, Honey Flower. Let us not keeping your new home waiting.” He grins and rears onto his hinds, turning himself around and loping in a northerly direction, stopping in order to turn his head around to see that his new herd member is keeping up.
~Joker