The Hunt{open}

[RaWr]

Rose
Every rose has thorns

Rose stood quietly near the edge of the frozen lake; her ruby pools scanning the landscape. Looking for her next victim. She gave herself an innocent, lost look, and stood on the lake, shivering, as though she were lost, cold, and in need of help. Of course, she wasn't. She was just setting her trap. Why she didn't seek out a victim? Her game was one of trapping, not tracking. She didn't mind the cold at all, actually, she couldn't mind less about the cold. She almost smiled to herself, soon enough, she would have a prisoner to torture. She was acting on the instinct to help others of most mares, and the greed of stallions. She snorted, her light build made her seem perhaps, slightly vulnerable, but she had been playing this game for four years, she wasn't vulnerable in any way.

She was a large mare, and towered over many. She tossed her head, sending her multi-colored mane into the air, and flicked her tail across her rump. She had only to wait, her next victim would soon come along.

[WORMY]

The stallion was a striking figure standing 17.2 hands high and covered head to tail in dark blue. His left hind leg bore four white circles that glowed faintly in the moonlight. His steel hooves painted red as blood, clicked softly on the frozen earth. His matching eyes glinted in the dark, giving him an ominous appearance. He snorted softly and flicked his matted black tail at nothing in particular. Not really paying attention to where he was going, he almost walked right past the mare. She was taller than him by a hand, but he was built heavier and had more muscle. If they stood side by side, she would seem taller, but his build would give the optical illusion of height. For a moment, Flint stared at the female from a distance so that she could not see him. He checked the direction of the wind, making sure that he was down wind of her. Only then, did he take a good look at the mare. She was pretty,he thought, a striking light gray with hints of pink her mane and tail fell about her in pink, purple and blue waves. She seemed to be shivering slightly and Flint wondered what she was doing in such a desolate place.

What was he doing here though. The thought had crossed his mind more than once, but now it didn't. He needed a mare to claim a land and that would mean power. For a moment he lost himself in dreams of power, of ruling the whole of the lands. He saw himself standing on a ridge watching his huge herd graze beneath him. Quickly snapping out of his dream, Flint decided to take action. He made his way slowly and deliberately towards the mare, taking care to make his red hooves click as loudly as possible on the rocks, so he did not startle her. He lined his blue body up a few feet away from her, facing the frozen lake just as she did. "What pray tell is a pretty mare like yourself doing in such unforgiving lands?" His words were deep and full as they weaved their way towards the rose pink ears of the mare.

[RaWr]

Rose
Every rose has thorns

Rose heard him coming, she knew he did it purposely, she glanced at him, he came up to stand next to her, she was taller than him, towering over most at 18.3. She noticed he was more muscular, however, and that would make him seem a bit taller than he really was. She thought, that, perhaps her game could wait a while, he seemed handsome. His blue hide paired with his eyes gave him a rather menacing appearance, appearances didn't fool her though. She noticed the white, slightly illuminated circles, and his blood red hooves, she nearly shivered at those, but then again, she could fight, she needn't be afraid.

What pray tell is a pretty mare like yourself doing in such unforgiving lands? The stallion asked, she nearly laughed, he jazzed up the oldest thing in the book, she figured that she might as well drop it, not that she would tell him what she was really doing, but, she wasn't going to kill him, it wouldn't be worth it if she had to breed with him first. She quit shivering, and snorted.

"I was traveling through, and stopped to take a rest. And what about a handsome brute like yourself?" She replied in a smooth soprano. She didn't always flirt, but she knew how.

[WORMY]

There was a dangerous air about the mare that just barely showed in her words. She seemed like someone who was not to be trifled with. At the same time though, Flint was drawn to her, she would be someone who could cement his plans for power and enjoy it while they took over by any means possible. Flint shook his head to clear it, he couldn't keep day dreaming if he wanted to survive the harsh world. 'Happily Ever Afters' didn't happen to Flint and he wasn't about to start believing that he was going to be almighty, not yet anyways. He would believe it when he stood in the kings hoof prints, ruling from above. As the mares words reached his ears, Flint snorted. "Wandering. Running from the past and chasing the future. 'Tis my way miss." He still stared out at the frozen water, not even sneaking a look at the mare. She would be by his side before the dawn graced the sky, either by force or on her own terms, she would be the key to his power.

[RaWr]

Rose
Every rose has thorns

Rose smirked, almost wishing she had decided to kill him, it appeared that the beast was caught up in his thoughts, what they were of, she was unsure. She thought about her options, she could wait a while, and kill him, she could not harm him at all, or she could just maim him later on. She figured she would wait, and if he was an idiot, she'd maim him. Personally, if he used her to obtain power, she wouldn't care, if he tried to force her, she'd probably just maim him, but he would be a fun toy, so she decided he wouldn't die anytime soon.

Wandering. Running from the past and chasing the future. 'Tis my way miss. He replied, his words reaching her harks quickly. She glanced at him, he didn't look at her, looking on at the frozen lake.

"I don't chase anything, I never have, never will, I make things come to me so as to save the energy." She replied prominently, it was true, her past practically ran from her, and the future to her, along with everything inbetween. As far as gaining mares went, this stallion didn't seem to know much.

[WORMY]

Out of the corner of his eye, Flint saw the mare risk a glance at him, it was a glance that seemed to size him up but he didn't care. Many mares had given him that same look before. "You are a smart lass. A smart lass indeed. Of course I can't keep 'lass' and 'miss' can I." He didn't ask for her name with a blunt question, just a statement. Names were the first step to getting the mare to follow him but he did not offer up his so lightly. Knowing ones name was almost dangerous. They could do what they wished with that name and nothing short of death could stop them, though Flint was confident that this little mare could protect herself from someone abusing her and her name all by herself. With a quick motion, Flint bent his head and rubbed it on a foreleg then let the hoof drag backwards so that he stood square again. Cold pebbles and earth shifted underneath him and made him feel just that much more alive.

[RaWr]

Rose
Every rose has thorns

Rose watched him, she stretched, getting bored, she'd best get this over with and find another victim, she was feeling a blood-rush. She had trouble stopping herself from lunging, and tearing the stallion up. Of course, she kept herself perfectly still.

You are a smart lass. A smart lass indeed. Of course, I can't keep "lass" and "miss" can I? He spoke in reply. She smiled in amusement at it, he obviously wanted to coax her name out of her, she would have been fine with a question, but it seemed he was trying to play it safe, as if there was such a thing.

"I hope you can keep Rose, because that is the name my dam graced me with. As for you, I can not stick with brute, stud, or any other general name for a stallion forever. She phrased her reply as a statement, as he did, going along with him.

[WORMY]

Maybe he was being too cautious. She was bored, her scent lacked any emotion in it. Her words flowed smoothly into the late air and had the subtle underlay of barely contained danger. Flint smiled inwardly, she was a different sort of mare, that much was obvious. She wouldn't be broken or made to submit during her life he knew, the perfect queen figure. Her name was Rose she told him and the word instantly painted a clear picture of the beautiful flower. Flint knew from experience though that each rose carried the deadly promise of thorns. Some carried more than others and Flint could tell that this mare was covered in them.

"A suitable name for such a mare, Rose," he let the name roll off his tongue slowly, tasting the way it flowed. "My mother called me Flint, and I have gone by that for all of my sixyears," For a few moments, he let his words hang under the moon and then spoke again, wanting to have her promised to him as the eastern horizon showed the faint glint of coming day. "Have you ever dreamed of power, Rose? Of standing a queen in front of a herd?" Again, he let the words hang knowing full well that if she refused, he would have to hunt again for a suitable mare to lead his coming herd with.

[RaWr]

Rose
Every rose has thorns

Rose listened to the stallion, hoping to have a bit of a speed up. The way he let the words roll of his tongue, she knew that her oh-so subtle hint of boredom had been taken.

A suitable name for such a mare, Rose. He paused for a moment, before continuing. My mother called me Flint, and I have gone by that for all my six years. He paused again, letting the words hang, Rose pondered the name Flint, she thought it was decent, however, not her favorite. Have you ever dreamed of power, Rose? Of standing Queen in front of a herd? Rose smiled wryly at that, had she? Of course not, she was a killer, not a queen, but, perhaps she could be both, she figured that she would have a say in her freedom, killing wouldn't be as often, but there would be slaves that she could maim for her amusement.

"Flint, a decent name, and quite fitting." Suave, soprano lyrics rang through the air. She paused for a moment, before continuing. "As for dreams, if it is a proposal, I am fine with it, on one condition." She paused, watching him levely. "I am allowed to roam where I wish, and do what I wish."

[WORMY]

For the stallion the words that he uttered hung in emptiness for an eternity. He had no personal feelings for the mare, but needed her to claw his way to the top of the totem pole. As a lone stallion, he was pretty much the lowest in the horses hierarchy and he wanted to be at the top. When the gray mares words floated again, he let his breath out of his body slowly in relief. He made sure it was not released all at once but relished the feeling of lightness that flowed through him at the mares words. She had accepted to help him. The next words that fell from her lips came as no surprise though. "Of course you will be free to roam as far and wide as you want doing what you wish Rose," Flint had what he wanted now and offered no more words, if she wished to talk then he would reply, but for now he was content to bask in his new found power. It was not much, but he was on his way. Just as he breathed in, the pale sun crested the horizon making the frozen lake glitter like diamonds.

OOC: SO sorry for the wait, I went camping

[RaWr]

Rose
Every rose has thorns

Rose nearly smirked. She would've warned the stallion to watch himself, but, he should've known that already, if he didn't, and got maimed, it was his fault. He seemed relieved at her words, she figured he didn't care about her much, other than needing her to claim land and start a herd. She figured he would figure out what she did eventually, perhaps sooner than later, depending on the level of his stupidity, but then he'd know he couldn't mess with her.

Of course, you will be able to roam as far and wide as you want doing what you wish Rose. He replied. She watched him for a moment, at the time he seemed to be day-dreaming of being the king of the world, she'd be surprised at that, but she'd let her king dream as much as he wished. He may not have known it, but she could have full control of his life, deciding who got to enter it, and exit it, and when. However, she'd do nothing of the sort, she had better things to attend to.

"Good." She said evenly, letting danger roll into her voice. "I will now be off to attend to business elsewhere, should you need me, I should be here." She added. Before she cantered off, away from the lake, in a graceful gate, leaving her king to day-dream of ruling the world, and other quite trivalious things.

OOC: It's okay, sometimes others take weeks.