[Dance] with me

[Rico.chet]

Peaceful breezes moved about the grass, gently pushing them over before picking up the green blades and swirling about them, making them dance for a split second. Then, they would drop the foliage and move on to the next sprout of life and dance with it, switching partners every few moments as not to be dull. The blades were not left alone, though, for as soon as they had been discarded by one dancer, they were picked up by another, equally as lithe as the previous, dancing to the same whispered melody and never tiring of it.

These graceful dancers did, though, have one thing that they had to be wary of, for in the midst of the jolly dance that they displayed, a being of another sort made her entrance. Sturdy limbs carried the body in, almost with a dance about them too, but one much softer and slower than the lively jig happening around her.

A fine-featured face of creme color lowered itself as she bowed out of her dance, deciding that now would be a good time to quit. A soft snort shook some of the blades before a hoof took a good swipe at them. The creme body then fell to the ground as gracefully as it could, the female’s forelock streaking itself over her face, black and light hairs dispersing rather evenly over her forehead. Ricochet’s forelegs were folded neatly under her, allowing her to nibble at the grasses if she cared to.

And that didn’t sound like a bad idea. After all, most any horse has two favorite past-times, and one of those are almost always eating. Her top lip poked at the grass, moving from side to side as she tried to pick out the more tender morsels. It skimmed back and forth for a good ten seconds before the mare decided on a spot where the blades were plumpest. As soon as she had done so, her ivory teeth clutched onto chlorophyll-packed foliage beneath her, pulling it upwards to dislodge it from the ground.

[Nefarious]

The softly singing winds were calling to him and his friends. As he took to the skies he thought of the past times he had. He smiled and wicked to the friends. These friends were none other than the great ravens of the sky. They dominated all around. Nefarious could hear the wind singing as his powerful raven like wings swept him through the wind buffeting landscapes as he thought to himself. Soaring, diving, almost looking like he was one with the wind. Dancing and singing its song and dancing its melodious dance. He was one with it and it with him. It was a rather picturesque scene. The ravens around him, the breeze kneading his mane and tail like it was a bright flag out to show the world. Of course he was in hiding but it got ever so lonely over the years that he had been hiding. He had previously denied the wind its dance and the ravens their fun games. He did not want to grow older and wiser and not know how to have the proper amount of fun. He nickered again into the breeze as it combed through his wings and frolicked with his hair. His markings were the color of a golden bronze and they were slowly moving around to their assumed positions in his light mood. He finally whipped his head back and then he got a good healthy whiff of another breed. He immediately stopped what he was doing, his markings rapidly changing shape and changing to a reddish black. His ears were laid flat and he let out a somewhat feral growl. He did not know what breed this was since he had been gone too long but all the same. He did not know whether it was friend or foe. He prepared himself mentally and gracefully yet masculine alighted onto the windswept grounds. He carefully floated on all fours and waited to see who and what this other was and if they could be trusted or not.

[Rico.chet]

Woe be to those blades of grass which had been so unlucky as to have sprouted forth from the soil where the mare found herself now. Within a few minutes' time, she had been able to crop a good bit of it down, leaving an almost barren-looking patch of plant stubs unprotected from the elements.

It was when she became ready to switch where her teeth were combing that her ears swiveled atop her head, shifting the placement of a few strands of forelock that had been resting peacefully on her forehead. As soon as the mare's ears detected where the sound had come from, the face turned, a snort following a deep breath through her nostrils.

To her dismay, she did not have the wind in her favor; a different tactic would have to be used. Quickly, the female stretched her front legs out, using them as a crutch to pull her hind end from the ground. Her body then turned to face the direction in which the sound had come from, a very soft whinny pushing past her lips and out into the breeze.

[Nefarious]

Nefarious only snorted while his ravens wings furled up into perfect place. He lowered his magnificent crown and started toward the other with fury and curiousness about himself. His colors varied as he got closer to the smell. By the scent it was a mare he had guessed. She seemed to not be too hostile so he relaxed a margin of a fraction. His markings now a grayish black in color. As he heard her slight whinny. He started onward again, his magnificent bode gliding smoothly and quickly through the ever frisking grasses. His raven friends beckoned to him to come and play once again but he cast a look toward the heavens and communicated to them saying not now. He wanted to know if this mare was a Phally. He had no quarrel with any others but the Phally since they murdered his family. He was stronger, smarter and quicker than when he had been younger. He had journeyed far to find the herd in which they carry a dark secret of their past. Nefarious concealed himself as he cam just into sight of the other. This mare was nicely built. She did not look like a Phally but he could never be too careful. Under his cover he called out to her in a smooth commanding voice edged with suspicion and said "Are you friend or foe to the Halliways miss?" Nefarious changed positions of cover so to not give up his true position on the grounds. His white pelt twitched with impatience and wariness waiting for her to answer.

[Rico.chet]

A voice came to her, and she instantly pinned her ears in that direction. Friend or foe, it was asking her to state which category she fell under. Her eyes searched for the creature, but none was seen. Possibly, a step or two closer would bring her to view the creature that had possessed the extraordinary voice. Her hooves slowly began to move in that direction, taking one step at a time.

“I do not believe I am sided against any, sir.” She spoke in a soft voice, one that did not sound like it could be harsh at all. If the words would have been made out of a substance, it would have to be cloud over clay.

Careful eyes scanned once more the spot where she had been nearly positive the voice had come from, but alas, there was nothing there. Her ears began to swivel as she tried to locate where the stallion’s voice had come from, and the skin on the outside of her nostrils quivered as she rapidly took in scents.

Her tail swayed, not by the breeze that was gently ruffling her mane, but by her own force, first to one side, and then to be quickly lashed at the other, the ends of the hairs snapping as they were jostled. She knew, for a fact that there was someone there. The question remained as to who it was.

[Nefarious]

With the wind caressing him and begging him to join it in it's seductive dance Nefarious held his snort and quivered. He wanted to make sure that the other was not one to hurt him or be a sworn enemy. He sighed and then called out in a smooth clear voice like that of velvet "If you do not side with one then how can I be sure that you are not one to make a flash decision to foe. I have seen much in my travels and a many that back-stab one another in the end." Nefarious could feel that the mare was not threatening so he decided to show himself a bit but from a distance. His head held high, nostrils flaring as if they could breath fire he stepped slowly and gracefully into the lighter shadows behind her. He waited then said in a voice like the caressing winds "I do not sense much about you but I shall keep my distance if not for my sake but for yours as well. I can never be too careful. The wind played with his mane and tail and when he stood there he looked like everyones prince charming. His wings tensed as if ready to carry him off at any immediate threat of danger. He grimly smiled a bit but not much. He was not the type to smile and give away all of his secrets in one encounter. He waited, his pelt twitching nervously as his color changed and his markings sluggishly swapped around his form.

[Rico.chet]

Ears changed direction once more as the voice flowed to them almost melodically. Her head turned short after the ears had focused on the sound, slowly, as to make sure that there were not more than one. “I side with those who give me good reason to. As of yet I have not sworn my allegiance to any, and have not done anything to gain an enemy as far as I know.” The mare snorted at the thought of being accused of being a back-stabber, even if that’s not exactly as had been said. “I can guarantee you thou, that I am not one to be so fickle in who I side with.”

She then turned to see the magnificent stallion that had started the conversation. He was handsome, that was for sure. The way his markings changed intrigued the mare, causing her head to tilt ever so slightly, as if trying to get a better look. He was rather tall from what she could tell, and she could assume that he could be quite the intimidator. He did, overall, look quite proud, and that he could quite possibly have the rights to back that up.

“I understand. If you have your reasons then…” Her head lowered slightly, as if starting to reach for the grass beneath her hooves. She kept her ears pinned on the stallion, though, as her lips finally reached the green carpet beneath. He was, indeed, an interesting being, and she herself was not quite sure what to make of the meeting as of yet.

[Nefarious]

As he felt the mare groom over him he subtly shifted his weight as he could feel her looking upon his markings. His markings slowly started to change in color for he was quite shy as to when others would look at his unnatural difference. Of course he was a Hallaway so obviously not many had see his type around for a very long time. His dark orbs promised dark hidden secrets that would take a while to find out. He Started forward seeing that this mare was not of a threat and his ravens wings relaxed their tautness. The wind started to die down a bit and then he looked toward the heavens. The ravens were moving on with the winds. He though, however much he wanted to alight upon the breeze again waited for he wanted to make friends and possibly allies for the future with this mare. He stayed to the shadows but just slightly in the light so that the mare could see him. He was just showing that he was not someone to blindside another. He talked to her again. His voice alighting in the dieing breeze like it was a part of it "I am Nefarious. I heir from Luna Estrella and so far all I know I am the only Hallaway from here to far." He stumbled upon his next words since he was never used to them and they seemed somewhat foreign to his tongue "I am sorry if I have offend thee. I have traveled long and I do not know who is what in my books." He gave a nervous half grin to the mare and asked more upbeat "What is your name and where do you heir from if I may be so gallant to inquire." Nefarious waited scanning the area for his next meal for he was due for a feeding at some point.

[• S a m h a i n]

• I've been traveling, but I don't know where I've been...

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• The hunter's head drooped with lack of excitement and the weight of his four great horns. His pillars dragged him across the earth at a sluggish and apathetic pace. There was nothing to be interested in, or impressed with, and he was oh-so tired of walking. How dreadful it was to mindlessly shove all daggers forward rhythmically over and over and over again without sight of end. That was his problem... A lack of destination.

• Why had he stepped out of his newly acquired and luscious land of crystalline waters and greenery? An equine is a social creature, a herd animal by instinct. His heart was somber with ache for another to accompany him. But he had walked far and it seemed fate mocked him, for he had not seen even the slightest sign of another soul. Even though the bronc of gargantuan proportions came off to some as frightening with his crown of deadly spikes, he thrived off of company. All hallows eve may frighten its guests, but cannot exist without them...

• And then, without warning, the bronc thrust his skull skyward. His drudging pace came to a halt, and his eyes widened with wonder. Dark nostrils flared as wide as they could rhythmically, he had caught a scent. Whether this scent was friend or foe, it did not matter. A friend would keep him company, while a foe would accompany his fangs and horns. His muscles bunched under his tight ebon canvas, and he lurched forward. The demon's Daklye body wasn't built for speed, but it was hardy, and carried him well. His rock hard hooves tore relentlessly at the grass, which gave him momentum. He paid no mind to the organisms, dead twigs or living plants, that were unlucky enough to find his footfalls. Their severed bits were strewn into the air behind him as his feet flicked up behind him.

• And as the scent grew stronger, so did his mighty stride. A sheen of sweat coursed through his glands and dampened his pelt. His lungs begged for a pause, but they did not receive any form of gratification. Yet, it wasn't long before his target was within optical range. He slid to a halt, hopefully before the strangers knew he was there. There were two...

• But the wanderer was not easily intimidated, and he strode with his head held proudly to the two. Ahh, one was a femme, how fortunate. If she belonged to the winged beast, he could count them as foes... But... If she didn't, he would have to succumb to his lesser instincts and have a 'friendly' chat with her. The bold bodice of the horned male cut directly through the gap between their heads, and while turning to make a spot for himself, he allowed his tail to lash at the other stallion. Respect wasn't really his strong point. He wheeled around and placed his skull in a position where it would be easy and comfortable to converse with the two.

• [maroon]"Greetings, friends."[/maroon] His tone was obviously false, and far from friendly, for he didn't even know of their allegiance. His body gave way to a bow, that seemed to be a mockery of the true act. [maroon]"I am Lord Samhain, I rein over the glorious, crystalline, lands of the respectable Diamante Herd."[/maroon] Chivalry didn't fit him, and he knew it. But why not try it out for fits and giggles, even if it was obviously a rouse. Boredom has a wretched effect on the minds of males. Also, his newly formed herd had done nothing to achieve the title of 'respectable', nor was he considered a lord just yet. But, it sounded good...

[Rico.chet]

She took a moment to process the stallion’s words. She watched as he moved, ears taking note of every single move that the male was taking if it made a noise. Her lip tenderly brushed over the green foliage, just sorting through it, and not really eating at it. Her interest was, after all, focused on the only other mobile thing at that moment.

“No, I have not been offended.” She raised her head ever so slightly from the ground, her lips no longer fiddling with the greenery below. “I am Ricochet, from the babellos. It is an honor to meet you.” She had picked her head up a slight bit more as she spoke, bringing her neck level with her wither. The mare’s forelock spilled every which direction as she quickly shook her head, her mane also finding it’s way from resting on one sided to splitting part of the way down.

It was when she was finally becoming rather comfortable with the situation that her ears turned once more. Now, they did not focus on the creature she had been chatting with, but on a beast of a darker complexion. She turned her head so as to get a better look of the thing, her eyes drawn to the ornamentation upon his head. No doubt, he would be something to be reckoned with.

As the brute stopped between her and the stallion that had been keeping her company up until the very moment, she could not help but to take a step back. Her head was no longer level with her wither, but now raised above, out of curiosity. What would happen here? Hopefully, there would be no dispute amongst the two males. It seemed as though, that this new black creature did not care as much about the wellbeing of the ones standing about.

“Hello. I am Ricochet.” It seemed only fit for both of the stags to know her name, as not to show any favoritism. One was bold, the other cautious. Extremes, if one was to go that far. Some say opposites attract, but then again, water and oil don’t mix. She would have to keep her eyes open here.

[Nefarious]

AT the sound of another approaching Nefarious laid back his ears, pulled back his lips to reveal a set of razer sharp teeth as his face changed shape and gave out a loud feral growl. He did not like the looks of this one with his head adorned with many ligatures. The wind stopped dead as he turned color and his markings swiftly moved their order about. His markings now were a reddish black and he was becoming a little agitated. Nefarious then knew that his teeth were protruding and he quickly closed his mouth to now a handsome mouth. His face was now normal and he calmed himself down a bit. When the other lashed him with his tail he felt threatened since on his travels he was trained to not take any form of threat. Nefarious swiftly bit the other and took to the air on his magnificent wings. He called out to the other and said "Why do you threaten me with your gestures. It would be wise to not do that around me and since I am warning you that means I do not wish to quarrel at this time. You are not a Phally so still I do not know if you are in league with them." Nefarious soared downward a little bit and waited for the other to say something. How he hated males that thought that they were all that and think that they would be the tougher of the two. Little did the two know on the ground that he had a few secrets that would actually aid him in fights all his long, long life.

[• S a m h a i n]

• The brute watched as the magnificent raven wings of the uniquely marked male unfolded and thrust him upward, away from the hell called earth. Ascension really did diminish problems, it seemed. And while the fledgling could have easily carried himself away, he swooped lower after his scoff. "Formalities and titles mean very little to me, good sir. As of now, I league with myself and myself alone, for I am the only one I can fully trust." His lyrics rode softly on a tone of false politeness.

• His mind rolled over a thought that was something along the lines of, 'Come on down, I won't bite..... very hard.' Yet the words did were held tight within his throat, sealed in perfectly by his controlled lips. The feathered stag hadn't done anything to deserve an introduction to his horns just yet. "Did the lash of my whipcord chase you to the skies, or is it that you wish to spare this fem from becoming witness to a fight?" Well, maybe his lips weren't perfectly controlled...

• [maroon]"Why don't you come on down, and we can settle who takes the vixen like civilized beasts..."[/maroon] He lowered his head, physically contradicting what he had just said. His words were like blood on the fangs of a wolf, warm, yet deceitful and dangerous. There was no doubt, if the aviator landed, he would be in for physical confrontation. Testosterone is one hell of a hormone... And it never crossed Samhain's mind to simply ask the demoness who she would choose to go home with, if she found either of them to her liking at all... An ignorance that by human standards would be referred to as sexism, as well as socially incorrect. What a ladies man... So sensitive and caring![/font]

[Nefarious]

As Nefarious was contemplating what to do next after he took off his mind went out to his ravens. He had asked the ravens to return and watch over the situation and to help him out if he would need help. Yet funnily enough Nefarious was a legend when it came to fighting and fighting dirty was his forte. Covering up his razor sharp set, he re-alighted on the ground. He could tell that the male was not all that friendly and would love to get a fight when he could. Nefarious thought to himself, "He is not a wise warrior at all. Yet with some training he could amount to something quite supreme in the battle. That would be if he trained him up a bit." Nefarious was picking out what could be corrected if he ever did get to train him. Right off the bat he could see that the mantle upon the males head was rather quite heavy and bulky. It would slow him down a bit and he could tell this since the others stance was off. Nefarious said in a flat tone with no emotion at all yet still in a voice like the breeze of the winds said "If females are all you care for I have to say brother, you show something there. Speaking of something you should work on a few traits when preparing for a battle." Nefarious started to circle around the other still judging him but positive of what had to be worked on. He continued "Firstly you have to make the other actually think that you are not looking for a fight and secondly, you have to work harder on concealing you weaker points." Nefarious stopped circling him and stopped right in front of the other male. His hide was not marked in any way. There was something to that. He did not have any scars and that would possibly soon be figured out why. Nefarious smiled showing his sharp set of teeth and waited. Of course he like the little mare but he did not like fighting over one. He decided that he would protect her if she asked and he would rather she choose who to go with instead of him creating a murder victim once again.

[Heiress]

((hope you dont Mind If I join in))


A ebony coloured mare stepped out of the little forest into a clearing. Orange markings covered her body. On her shoulders where large orange circles leading under her. On her front left leg was orange bands, she also had those orange bands on both hind delicate legs. Black mane and tail blew in the wind gently. Her black pelt was covered in different shapes and sizes of scares. That showed the mare was a fighter.

She laid back her night coloured ears and the sight of other horses. She wanted to know what they where doing. She took her steps towards them with grace and elegance. Great other horses, and one of them is a mare She thought to herself. She hated other horses especially mares, most of them who she meet where whinny, spoiled, and complained about everything. She couldn’t stand them. They didn’t want to do the hard stuff, they wanted to be all warm and cozy with there loving stallions in there herds. She knew her life would never be like that, so she didn’t want to hear about it. She was much happier traveling alone or with another horse like her self which her usually stallions, she didn’t mind stallions as much but some of them still got on her nerves.

As she walked up to the three horses, she stoped and gave them mean looks, keeping her ears back she started them down one by one. She wanted to know what they where doing here? What where there intensions with the mare? Why would they want to fight over a mare, this mare was probably whiny like the others ones she had meet. The stallions probably just wanted her to join one of there herds, so they can say they have a bigger band of mares then the other one. Was this just a game to the stallions? Some mares really did have feelings for the stallions that claimed them, and took them back to the mighty herds. Some mares where just foolish to even think that there are stallions out there that would really like them. Love , was all the mares talked about when she travelled with one. What was so great about Love, nothing that she was discoverd and nothing that she will ever discover.

“Hope You don’t Mind, But I am Ariza, and I was raised to be a Daklye”

[• S a m h a i n]

• A low groan churned from the gnashing of Samhain's back teeth. The winged one dared to set his hooves upon the floor, as well as boast and point out flaws. Samhain now began to rationalize his want for a fight, the other was 'obviously' begging for it, right? The bronc lowered his crowned skull, and thrashed it back upward, shaking his horns wildly at the others comments. Sure, they weighed him down, but along with muscle mass and their sharpness they were certainly worth the loss of speed.

• His ebony nostrils flared, before exhaling a booming snort. A gentle tremor of rage made its way through his carcass. [maroon]"I don't take kindly to elitism, brother..."[/maroon] The way he spoke the word 'brother' was in sheer mockery of the way the other had used the word in his own lyrics. [maroon]"Keep talking that way and my spears will teach your wings that they should have never brought you back down..."[/maroon]

• The old saying 'Never slap a king unless you intend to kill him' comes to mind. If you're going to do something, do it right. If you're going to make a statement, state it boldly. The bronc would have carried on with some form of gruesome gesture, however, another demoness broke up the searing adrenaline. [maroon]"Ariza, my fellow Daklye, the more the merrier."[/maroon] His tone still sounded deceitfully misconceiving and harsh, but was definitely less rude directed at a female. [maroon]"Come to watch the show?"[/maroon] And the sarcasm fails to cease...