[Dance] with me

[Heiress]

She kept her ears back at the stallion who spoke to her. And the games begin. Why would two stallions fight over a mare, because they wanted a herd, they can brag about to other stallions. The more mares they have the harder they are to fight. She didn’t want anything to do with a stallion, she didn’t feel the other mare need to be fought over either. She should choose, but nothings up to a mare anymore.

“what do you think this is a game or something. Shouldn’t the mare choose who she goes with.

She hissed her lyrics to the stallion who spoke back to her. She really hated stallions. Mares and fighting other stallions that’s all they think about. She grew madder as she spoke. Her ears laid back on her head, as she swished her tail in anger to the stallion. She bared her teeth as she went to say something else.

“Does she really look like she wants to be fought over?”

She hoped her words got threw to the tall stallion. But they most likely didn’t. She didn’t want to see to stallions fight over a mare. She wanted to see them fight just to see the mare not choose ether of them. Us mares are strong on our own she thought

[Nefarious]

Nefarious smiled coldly at his rival now. He knew that he was wanting a fight. Nefarious on the other hand did not want to fight at all except to fight the Phally that killed his family. He snorted and stomped his perfectly shaped hoof on the turf annoyed. How he hated all others who thought that they were all that. Nefarious replied to the other "And what would happen say if you lost your nice crown there comrade? Where would you be then. You would be nothing without it in fact." Nefarious turned aways and spoke while sighing "I tire of this. I am not fighting for a mare for I believe they should choose. Obviously they can fend for themselves."
As Nefarious planned to take wing and find another place to set wing and hunt another mare cane into the clearing. When he heard what she said he just replied in a calm and nonchalant voice "That is what I have been trying to say to him as well. Obviously his horns are restricting the blood flow to his brain." Nefarious smiled meanly at the other stallion and pondered what to do next. He was starting to get particularly hungry so after this was all seen through he would hunt for a bear or a mountain lion to quench his thirst.

[• S a m h a i n]

• Here we go again, the mare's rant on rights. Even if Samhain didn't fight now, the mare would eventually be fought over... It was inevitable. His audits flicked back, he thought the newcomer fem might just sit back and enjoy the show... Nope, she was opinionated. [maroon]"Miss, forgive me if I'm wrong... But aren't you fighting over her as well? A verbal protest is all I have participated in as of yet... Though, I would like to express my opinions physically..."[/maroon] He gnashed his teeth once more, that same grinding churn reverberated through the air.

• He had had enough of standing still. Male territorial fighting was as natural as leaves falling from trees. Testosterone, on top of a naturally aggressive mindset, didn't cope well with other males. Not to mention this one was obviously antagonizing him. Where would he be without his crown? [maroon]"As for you, stag, I am well equipped. The weapons atop my skull shouldn't be your only worry. Though, I suppose you could just flap your wings away if you got intimidated..."[/maroon] In his mind, the horns were a more honorable attribute than wings. What could wings do? Carry one being out of safety, leaving his loved ones behind. Spears were a close range, and exciting fight.[/font]

[Rico.chet]

So far, nothing had been done to create total destruction among the three beings that inhabited the area. There had been words exchanged between the two beasts of testosterone influence. It looked as if the two were dancing along the edge of a fight, waiting for the other to make the first move. Hopefully, bluffs would continue through the time span, and the two would eventually become bored of such a thing.

As the stag with the designer pelt landed back on the ground, she felt her heart skip a beat. She had not chosen one of the fine beasts before her to root for, but just the thought of them going at it with her right there made her wonder if she, too, would get caught up in a brawl. That was the last thing she wanted.

With a sigh, she took a rather small step back, one that might have been taken as just giving the two beasts ample room to play if they chose to take that route. She did not care completely if the two fought, but if she was caught up in the middle, there would be a problem. The last thing she wanted was to be swept up into a stallions' fight.

Sure, a mare can be a great force when need be, or just when she wanted to be, but if two stallions were really going at it, one female might feel a bit outnumbered. It was in her best interest to stay on the sidelines and watch, seeing which of the two would be the best at protecting what wasn't even theirs yet. She chuckled to herself at that thought. What if she was to just walk away right then and there? Would the two still go at it?

It was then that her attention was taken away from the two that had started their bickering by word. The thing that had been able to grab her attention and avert it was none other than a female. Yes, a mare had stumbled upon this ever growing batch of bodies. Ricochet did not know if she was to be relieved that there was another of the feminine nature, or if it would cause things to escalate.

She snorted softly, as her eyes wandered back to the two. She did not know who would be better to watch. Mares did not always get along, and stallions were not always the best of friends either. If the cards were not played right, there would be the possibility of more than one outbreak of squabbling.

Perhaps, just the ruckus you two make brought her here?

She sighed and let her head shake slightly, wondering if maybe, just maybe, she could talk the two into settling things without bloodshed. Of course, she would be more inclined to wander off with whomever was easier to deal with. A mare did not need a stallion to be thick-skulled and have rips and tears in their nice coat.

[Heiress]

She didn’t want the two stallions to fight. She swished her black shades in her tail, at the stallions words. Well she wasn’t fighting over the mare she was protecting her. Mares shouldn’t go with a stallion she doesn’t want to. She needed to figure something out. She needed to figure out a way that the mare could choose. Without the other stallion crying that she choose the other one.

“I’m not fighting, I’m objecting to this fight.”

She hissed her words to the stallion that talked to her. She took a few steps closer to him with her bared teeth and pinned ears. She hated thick-headed stallions who always thought they where better then the other. She back ebony leg with orange bands hit the ground with a stomp. She was thinking, she didn’t know what to do.

“Let the mare choose her fate.”

She kepted going on about how the mare should choose. If she was going to help a mare, Ariza was going to do it right. She wanted to help this mare, she wasn’t going to let another one go with a stallion she didn’t want. Right now the one with wings seemed like a good one to go with, he wasn’t all that into the whole fight thing

She took her dark deep eyes and looked at the mare. She wanted to know what she wanted. She stared at the mare for help, She wanted to know what that mare wanted. She then moved her eyes to the winged stallion, He was the one that was here first. He knew the mare a couple minutes more then the rival stallion. The horned stallion looked stronger then the marked stallion. She then looked at the horned stallion. He was the one who was casing all these problems. She just wanted to kick him in the head then maybe he would be just a little bit smarter.

[• S a m h a i n]

• Mares... They could whine and moan about a stag being aggressive. Did they ever realize how aggressive they were? Perhaps not with their bodies, but with their tongues and minds, they were so easily set off. But, faults never seemed to fall on their respected owners and the situation would never really be seen eye to eye by anyone.

• Despite the words that fell from the maws of the other equines, combative energy still pulsed in waves through his muscles. His whipcord thrashed wildly behind him, and his front pillars moved one after the other in a rhythmic pattern. His fangs grabbed at the air, and he pounded his daggers as hard as he could on the ground before trotting a small circle and bringing himself to a seemingly collected stance once more. Once halted, he stood perfectly still... A coal carving.

• Let the mare choose? He could do that... But where's the fun? On the other hand, if the raven winged bronc wasn't going to put up a fight, there really wasn't much entertainment there either. A soft sigh of disapproval followed a sarcastic expression featured 'pon his face. [maroon]"We've only just met, she can't possibly know who would be better for her just yet..."[/maroon] Say two stallions met up with a vixen. Both had the same amount of herd members, land, resources... Plenty of the essentials. On top of that, both were equally kind and passive. There's no way the mare would know who she wanted to follow. Aggressive versus passive gave her a little more variety. And this bronc, Samhain, was definitely of the combative nature. [maroon]"So... Why not go with the one you know won't back down from a challenger when danger faces the herd?"[/maroon] Samhain truly appreciated his weaponry upon his crown, he would have to fight if necessary. He had no option of lifting off and flying away...[/font]

[Heiress]

The ebony mare watched the stallion was he spoke. Well even if they just meet, he should try to get along with the other stallion until she did choose what stallion to go with. She didnt know why she was making such a big scene with this stallion, was he really worth it? Should she just let them go at it and see who wins that mare. Why did she want to help the mare that much, she didnt even like mares, she found them too pissy and annoying most of the time. She prefferd stallions who are harsh adn cold, she could put up witht hem better

Her black mane and tail danced in the wind. The sun started setting. Giving teh meadow a soft gold glow. Soon it would be night and hopefuly the mare thing would be settled. Then Ariza could go back on her own, without haveing to fight with these horses, even though she could leave right now, she enjoyed the little bit of company. Her black ears where still back, as she spoke to teh stallion.

“Then you can at least not try to start a fight while you meet the mare. Do you think thats going to impress her, you winning a fight with another stallion. Yea strenght is important but so is personality. I know most mares wouldnt want to go with a think-headed stallion like yourself. ”

So... Why not go with the one you know won't back down from a challenger when danger faces the herd? Yea she would protect a herd from danger if she was a lead mare. But her even joining a herd is slim. If she was going to it would have to be with teh rigth stallion, and there isnt that right stallion out there for her. Mares want a stallion who can protect tehm but they dont like to be fought over.

“When danger comes to a herd i would expect a stallion to protect the mares, but mares do not like to be fought over”

[Nefarious]

Nefarious waited patiently as the two spoke. When the other mare said the stallion was thick headed he could not help but grin wickedly at the other stallion. It almost made him burst out laughing as the other stallion had a very quiet yet bold temper tantrum. Nefarious hated the other stallion no doubt about it. He himself did nit care to have a mare of his own. Sure he was alone but then his enemies would not be able to have leverage upon him. When he thought back momentarily at the slaughter of his family he let out a surprisingly loud feral growl. He did not mean for it to come out but it did and his bright orbs were dark with distaste and distrust. He had to say something to the other stallion about fighting and his wings. Nefarious could not help it any longer. He forgot about everyone around him except for the stallion and said on a cold sweet voice that promised of death "You have no clue as to why I cherish my wings. Sure they are not brute muscle and bronze but they help to get the job done. They actually help me to find peace in my life in the skies with the ravens since they be my only friends, without them I would be a savage creature who would kill anything, anywhere, anytime. " Nefarious's coat shimmered wildly and his markings turned into the shape of a warriors markings and they flamed red. They were so red that they looked the color of freshly spilled blood upon his milky white hide. Nefarious raged onward advancing upon the other stallion. He had murderous orbs. They were no longer sweet and clear but they were sharp and blurred. His set of razor sharp teeth protruded as he snarled at the other. He had had enough and this was going to end. He did not worry for his own safety for if he got hurt he would heal miraculously fast and he was a fast and super strong being. In horse sense, he was the living dead. Feeding off of others to live himself. As he bore down upon the other his true nature was finally revealed. a clod blooded killer who would never find a soul mate and seek his revenge upon the Phally no matter what. Then Nefarious said in a voice that was full of murder "DO you know. You should never mess with a guy that lists death under former jobs held?" The deck was set. His signature line before he annihilated his enemy. This stallion was doomed for now he had the mark of Nefarious upon him and he would not rest till the other was finally pushing up daisies.

[Rico.chet]

(ohwow x.x I feel so stupid xD didn't realize there was a second page D=)

At this point, the mare seemed a slight bit lost. She had managed to let her mind wander into the land of future, thoughts filled with the 'what ifs' of what might happen. They racked at her brain as her eyes fixed themselves on a spot between the two stallions. If they did engage in conflict, which now seemed inevitable, what would be the outcome? Would there be one slaughtered on the green grasses, making the once clean ground seem fit to hang for winter holidays? Crimson blood did not befit such a place, she thought to herself as her tail swished quickly.

A snort accompanied that thought, as if finalizing it in her mind. No, bloodshed did not seem the way to settle this. Of course, the two being the beasts that they were, probably could only see through a haze of red at the given time. Maybe if she had stopped a slight bit later, or even kept pushing onward, she could have spared all of this trouble. That seemed like the real cause of the problem. She was here, and the stallions both happened to stumble upon the feminine chunk of equine flesh.

Yes, the mare had decided that there was only one way to finish this. As if a hypnotist had snapped his fingers, she jumped back into reality from her daydream land. She quickly glanced over the situation, her mind turning everything over quickly. Perhaps, she had thought too quickly, for it was the hope that she would be able to keep the fight from actually reaching a physical state of inflicting pain onto one another that caused her to act so rashly.

Suddenly, the mare's ears flattened against her skull. Her teeth ground against each other, creating a rather obnoxious sound that indicated her unhappiness with the situation. Her head lowered about the same time as these two reactions went on, her hooves quickly moving her a few meters closer to the stallions before she spoke.

"You both think you're the best of the best, but I'm sure there will be others looking for a grand excuse to come along and vanquish either of you in a weak moment. Don't let yourselves play into their trap."

She snorted, as if trying to emphasize what she had just said, hoping that it would sink in to at least one of their brains. After all, it took at least two to fight.

"After all, It can't be right that all stallions are idiots acting on a whim..."

Her tail lashed out at some unseen force, possibly a fly, or possibly at nothing at all. She hoped that her words would effect the two brutes. If she was lucky, it would turn out positively.

[Nefarious]

Nefarious was far past the reaches of any pleads. He had his mind set on one thing. To either destroy Samhain or to put a pretty mark on his so called proud crown. Nefarious stooped his skull low and pawed the ground. Now he was growling continuously like a gigantic feline. His markings were in a flurry and they were oozing a blood red color. He was furious for when Samhain had talked about the heard that defiantly struck a nerve that was buried deep within. Sure he could take all kinds of verbal abuse but one mention of danger against a herd. His memories were all vividly rushing back into him of the screaming terrors of his family when they got attacked furiously by the Phally. Now he was the only one left of the Hallaways or so he thought since he had not crossed paths with any others over the years nor smelt any others. Nefarious's rage was emanating and it was like a giant heat that radiated off of his muscular form. His ravens wings were glistening in the harsh ultra violet rays of the sun and his once gentle orbs had been flushed with anger and mistrust as well as pain, loss and grief. Nefarious wanted to teach this so called Samhain a lesson and Nefarious was all ready to attack. His wings folded in sharply with a snap like that of a bull whip and his set of fangs became elongated as he could just imagine sinking his fangs into Samhain and draining him of his life's fluids and fully rejuvenating. Yes Nefarious usually ate small game but on the occasional event he would withdraw the others life's fluid and kill them. Nefarious was ready and charged at Samhain with all the murderous rage that was within him. He did not look like a gentleman any longer. He looked like a hunter and a killer himself. The only thing that would change the mind of another would be the far away look in his orbs that showed mostly of pain, loss and grief of his past. If any cared to look his orbs would tell his whole story and some.