A Dark Afternoon

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The vixen tossed her greyed dial into the air, waving her ebonite banner through the cooling summer winds. She let out a loud and irritated snort at the flies bothering her. With a forceful whip of her tassel and a stomp of her petite dagger, she took off over the lands at a full on gallop. Limbs carried the silver bodice over the cracked terra with such grace that once would never guess she was of the dark alliance. The well-proportioned torso seemed to float like a spirit over the lands.
Afternoon Delight let out a long, almost desperate call. Hearing her own call in her head, the vix snarled at her foolishness for sounding so despairing. She came to a quick halt, kicking up settled dust from its resting place upon the earth. She let out a second call, one less desperate sounding and more forceful. She wanted a brute of a stallion and only hoped that such existed. She was rude and dark and needed a stag who could handle and put up with both. She doubted that any stag like that would wander through lands such as these, though. The greenery here in Feather Dust was lush and the waters clear, much unlike the lands she was used to. Although she was more impressed with these claiming grounds; dry and cracked earth and crumbling shrubbery. A smirk crossed her kissers at the thought of these darker lands. She only hoped there was a stag here who appreciated the dark lands as much as she.

[Tempest ♫]

and i apologize for making you cry[/font]

[[ bwaha, F.C.'s awesomeness made this work. >D lemme re-edit my post so that it includes her. ]]

oh yes indeed, the stag of pure ebon could hardly be classified in the same section as those others. deep friesian blood ran through his veins, muscles glimmering from underneath his lightly sweat-tainted coat. the stallion himself was feeling rather smug and pleased with himself. he had just found himself his first dove and his flock was already off to a rather pleasant start, with that gray vixen at his side. he wasn't meaning to ignore her; he was just deep within his own thoughts. Tempest had purposely set their track back across the desert where he had discovered Flower Child. however barren this place was, it seemed to have done him luck the first time. he may as well play off of a good hand; if there was a femme here once, then perhaps there was another again? though Flower Child was lovely, she was, in fact, only one. one mare wasn't as good as two, and only a tad bit better then none.

so thus the buck had returned. his stride had lengthened, sending the equine into a rhythmic canter. even so he was still majestic, as his bloodlines would allow. his long tail furled and unfurled behind him, head raised high and pools of inky black watching ahead, occasionally drifting towards the roan and giving her a devious expression. as the heat re-settled his ears were tilted back. nevertheless, his gait didn't falter. massive daggers hit hard against the soil, dirt flying up in his wake. unlike the dark mare close by, Tempest had no appreciation of these "dark lands". manipulative and devishly flirty he may be, but the stag had common sense. he would much prefer to live on lush soil rather then these grass-less craplands.

the voice of a femme drummed in open aurals. the stallion gave a small crowhop of mere surprise. so fast? the desperation of the vixen sounded in her voice; he was speculating this one to be easier then the last. a second call, more crisp and annoying then the first, sent his ears tilting against his hind. Temp had faltered to a little trot, giving a snort and casually looking to his already claimed mare. at least this one was expecting a stallion. at least that was what he was assuming. wordlessly he looked at her for a moment, jowls parting as though he was about to speak before the great stallion re-directed himself soundlessly towards the more. it was several moments of cantering later then the speaker had come into sight. speedily the stag moved in towards the vix. her coat was rather similar to F.C.'s; both were a gray in color. this one look just as delicate, too. perhaps a bit more irritable, eh?

Temp's hooves slowed to a trot as he came closer, breaths beating out into the air through flared nares. ah, what he wouldn't give to be gray of color right about now. close enough to the femme to speak, the brute trotted a few paces to the side before halting, a coy smile pricking his maw. this mare was downright gorgeous. there was no overlooking that. her elegant form captured the stallion's eyes, audits pricking as he observed her.

"Ah, another one.

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he seemed to muse to himself. though still coy, the stag looked on the verge of giddy. there was no pinpointing this mare's personality yet. she looked rather agreeable. though appearances could be rather deceiving, as he had found. giving the femme another look, the brute's head craned to the side, eyes glinting deviously as he spectated over her figure. it was Temp's lack of social skills that didn't let him realize how awkward it would be for the other mare, to have him sorta ogling this new femme right in front of her.

"Horrible lands seem to attract beautiful mares, do they not?[/b]"

now Tempest seemed pleasantly amused, whipcord flickering back and forth against his flanks. of course, he was including both mares. at the implied mention of her, the black stag glanced over towards F.C.'s way, giving her a small grin. this was his second vix that he had encountered; he already had successfully claimed one, and, with one victory under his metaphoric belt, the stag was already plenty more confident then last time. flirty as always, his chest puffed and head rose a little, looking down at the mare. he, himself, did not see anything wrong with this act. it wasn't his fault that he was so ignorant or headstrong. he knew nothing about jealousy or any of that. he had instantly assumed that Flower Child wouldn't mind. after all, it was all for enlarging his herd. and Tempest saw absolutely nothing wrong with playing around. and though he might have not known it yet - but would certainly appreciate it later - two mares or more in the herd would work to his favor in more ways then one. jealousy could become his ally when dealing with femmes. but anyway. it was about now that Flower Child was basically forgotten, the brute all eyes for this new specimen.

"Tempest. And you?[/b]"
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[FlowerChild©]

Flower Child matched Tempest's pace perfectly. She was enjoying their travels till they came back to the heated desert. Once again the irritating heat came upon her. Her mood was now fouled as she began to feel her sides moisten. She was pondering when she heard a call, one from another mare. This did not interest her in the least, but she saw it had captured Tempest. At first, someone unknown disdainful feeling bubbled in her gut, but she pushed it out of her mind. Following his lead she saw in the distance as some unknown mare appeared. She slowed as he slowed, and stopped when he stopped, making obvious she was with him.
That bubbling feeling came back to her as Tempest spoke to this new mare, complimenting her on her beauty. Though through his wording he also called Flower Child beautiful she realized now that bubbling was jealousy. The little green monster had reared it's ugly little face. At first F.C. kept her face emotionless, not letting on to her sudden discomfort. She had just been asked to join Tempest's small harem of herself and him, and already he was flirting again. Flower Child reminded herself that this stag was not to be kept all to herself. She eventually would have to share, most likely with this femme.
She repeatedly began telling herself that any stallion with a single mare would be laughed at by any other stags with a herd. And forces were stronger in numbers. Instead of fouling the mood with her irritation, Flower Child stood silent, pondering her way to take high favor with Tempest.

[C.erise]

Noon heard the great brute before she saw him. Her orbs flicked quickly to the sound, audits pricked in the direction from which the pounding of daggers came. She smirked as the stallion came near but her kissers quickly fell into a displeased frown when she saw the vix following. She let out an unhappy snort at the site of this vixen but then moved on, trying to think nothing of it. As the stallion neared her and trotted by her, she let that smirk cross her kissers once again. With a nasty glare at the vixen behind this brute, she responded I suppose they do. Noon.
The vixen scanned the brute with her dark pools, looking him from top to bottom. Without a second thought or care what the brute or the other vix thought, she circled this Tempest. She went at a playful trot around his thick, dark bodice. As she passed his hindquarters, she gave him a little nip. Playful, but still hard, just to see how the stag would respond. As she rounded to the front of him again, she halted quickly. And don't be so coy, stag. I'm not as easy as I look. The smirk crossed her kissers again, knowing she had some power over this stag as she usually did. Though she was not a large vixen, she was beautiful and she knew it. And with this knowledge came the knowledge that if she wanted to control a stag, all she needed was her looks and brains, not height nor weight.