You Think You Can Handle Me?

[† Kadaver †]

-- | You Think You Got What It Takes? | --

She shuddered slightly, and did quite the opposite of what the male was probably expecting. Her gait kicked into a slightly quicker gear, her left lead jutting out slightly further and her hind flints cutting into the ground stronger.

He was a master, and she had presented herself, although unknowinglty, as a "sad peice of meat". He wanted her, that was no secret and Kadaver wasn't stupid. She didn't know this male, nor did she truely want to after the way he acted in the former. She called over her slender, oynx soulder to the halted Hellion. I think I can handle myself, but thanks for the offer. She stated, rolling her eyes as she turned her eyes away from the male hopefully for the last time.

//ooc: Really crappy, sorry for the long wait and the short responce, Soly.\\

[hero]

OOC: Ok.....since I'm so far behind I'm just going to really 'act' on the most recent posts.....sorry for being away.

Hero
I'm Not Gonna Write You A Love Song

The stench of another brute danced around my nares until I breathed it in slightly. Istantly my neck swung around turning my dial to face the brute. Anger flared lightly at his rude entrance as I stood. I heard his words yet they didn't register fully. My mind was too busy setting to work on his body. I noted muscle composition, size, stature, and attitude. Then I calculated attacks and what the probability of vioctory was if I was forced to challenge him. The ranks were pretty even with mine but before I could retaliate the mare stepped in.

Her words were like individual vipers that lashed out with dripping fangs. A few tore a little at his nerves yet he handled himself well. Until cruel and insulting words crept from his maw. Then I felt her presence at my side and I felt my body instinctively shield her as my whipcord lashed out. Then she approached him once more and that's when my mind flickered with memories. Painful memories.....

*Flash Back*

The young mare's golden pelt caught sunlight as her beautiful bodice stood posed infront of the large masculine one. Her slender pillars stood firm running down to the white socks and death black flints. Her nares flared lightly as the wind lifted her mane and words shot out in anger.

Hero stood watching her and his father in dismay.

"Leave me alone you sick bastard." Her words were angry as she glared at him. She turned and started heading towards Hero who smiled gently. He stepped towards her just as his father reared up and brought his hooves upon her tan bod. Hero's eyes buldged and his lungs screamed for air. Then his own cry lifted and he charged at his father. "Get the hell away from her!" HIs vocals challenged angrily.

Flints flashed angrily as they met. Both his father and himself met in the air and quickly they both came back to earth. His father stared at Hero both amazed and angry. Yet then there was pure disgust. "Hero, she's just a slave. Don't tell me you've fallen for the whench." His father's words were harsh and Hero's own rang equal to his through the air. "She's not a whench and if you touch another hair on her I will kill you myself. You're just a sick minded bastard!" Once more pure insults had pierced the air and now all fell silent.

"Hero." His name was whispered through the air in strained breath as he turned to his love. He couldn't stop his pillars from churning forward until he reached her. His dial lowered as he brought it to hers. "Hero.......I'm pregnant." Her words sliced through his ears painfully as he stared at her. "No...."

*Flash Back Over*

Ice blue optics looked to the two and the image of my father seemed to flicker over the other brute's. Then my mate's image flickered over the mare's. Rage roared through my body and spiked hot through my blood. I felt it just as the mare pounded forward and the brute persude. It took me only a second before I raced forward. Muscles screamed with the sudden start as my body rolled with motion. I passed the brute in a mere second and brought myself behind the female where I slid to a stop. I turned, facing the brujo nares flaring widely and dial high. The scar seemed a little bit more vivid as I faced my new enemy with complete hatred. In my eyes it was my father standing before me.

"You touch her and I'll murder you myself."

Vocals rang cold and clear with suprising rage. Twin harks stiched themselves to my crania and my kissers curled apart. I felt like one of the wolves I had seen not to long ago snarling angrily. My own pair of ivors were revealed with each word I had spoken before putting themselves away. Without even knowing it though words slid through clenched ivors to the mare behind me, yet I wasn't sure if she would accept them.

"I'm sorry you had to meet this bastard. Not all of us are like this and if you'd like Fenregard has a place for you."

Fenregard. The name pierced my ears like hot acid and it brought a strange, fiery aching to my chest. Once more the image of my dear mate danced before me and I could almost smell her sweet scent once more.

I love you.......Fenregard.

[solyss]

He had always walked a thin line in terms of patience, and by now his balance with such was beginning to sway hellwardly. His ears flicked backward, as he put more power behind his legs in order to get around the female, so as to perhaps block her from further movement until this ordeal was sorted out. This mare had no idea how foolish she had just acted, he had offered her something many would die for...were dying for, and she blew it off as is nothing could touch her. He didn't need slaves, so those with such a title that he had chosen for his harem now roamed his lands free, FREE. And look what this little black flame had done, yes, she'd denied herself that in his mind. She was a slave....he now had more of an understanding of what determined such, and at this point it was that she had landed herself on a less decent side of his mood.

Now...the true question was whether she was worth his energy...In the beginnings of his herd, each new member was important to its growth, so obviously her presence would not be wasted, even if she were the only slave he would keep at this time, she might have some use. That settled it then, his mind had clicked into one direction, and would not change until his body was broken. His previous manner had been subdued and slightly quirky, but now his orbs took on a deeper, more bellicose sheen. This was but the tip of the iceberg of his anger.

" Mare, you'd better be worth this, else you'll soon have more to regret with this encounter. " His tone was sharper, deeper, laced with a touch of frustration. Then, his attention turned to the brute who was in the way of all of this mess..." I'll do as I please with her, you rank monstrosity. I am not inclined to walk away from this unbloodied, I only hope your body can hold up to the force of your words, or else today will not be your most pleasant. " His flaring gaze was directed now at the stallion, his tone had become slow and eerie, with no inflection or tinge of emotion. This was a stag who got his way, and once his mind was made, not even the Devil himself would attempt to set it straight. His ears were tilted backward, not yet flattened in aggression. And, of course, his most lethal weapon was the energy coursing through his veins, he hadn't exerted himself for a few weeks now...that was definitely a few weeks overdue.

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[† Kadaver †]

Ugh, men... Davvy thought as she spun around on her heels to face the two of them yet again. Couldn't they just leave her be? In truth, she really had nothing against the cow guy, but the other stallion, yeah, the one with the mouth, was getting past her nerves. Giving a half smile to the more noble of the two, she nodded to him respectfully. I may like that, though I would need to check it out first if you don't mind. I - Cut off by big mouth and his randomly selected insults, for Kadaver saw nothing "rank" about Hero. You have a bigger mouth than an orphaned colt, never scolded by his mother when to hold his tongue. I would notice the aura of this general area much more pleasent with your absence. She boldly stated, her brow quirked with growing annoyence. She took a half step twords the brute, her nares flaring and her harks parralell to her crown, but then returned it after quickly resizing up the male.

Kadaver wasn't stupid and used stratigical methods before hopping into a brawl, but the other male was showing some distaste twords the other as well, which honestly didn't surprise the mare. Glancing up at Hero, she noted his tensed state, his chompers barred, and disdainful spittle flying twords the dark one. Her shoulder brushed him slightly as she took a strong stance next to him, the two bodies beginning to form a wall. I want a peice too. Call me a slave will ya? She mentally told the stag next to her, her right daggar pawing the ground directed in the general direction of the bay.

[hero]

Hero
I'm Not Gonna Write You A Love Song

His words brought himself downward on the social ladder. Every....Single.....Word. Once more anger flared me and the blood lust drew me in like an old friend. I felt a slight twinge in my forehead where my scar was as he spoke of pleasant days. Oh, hell no. My thoughts grew clouded as he spoke out with a poor choice of words. That one probably took him all day. I chuckled within my crania. It seemed to relax me a little bit allowing my stance to become less rigid.

I felt the mare draw up next to me and as our pelts brushed against each other a blot of lightning seemed to shoot through my body. It was as if we fed off of each others' power. Together our pelts mingled as we faced him. We both seemed to share this common enemy. Her flint clawed the ground next to me and I whipped my dial up and down quickly. It was time to settle this once and for all. But first I let a few words slide through my kissers being directed to the ebon mare.

"You are welcome to see them when you wish. Take this as an invitation and a private escort."

[solyss]

His harks flopped with minor disinterest as the charcoal female decided to flap her sharp little tongue at him. Although he was still mildly amused...his orbs were lit more with anger than humor at this point. Yes, he was getting bored with this little setup, so it was about time for a change...and he wasn't about to walk away without dragging along this little, poison tongued mare. His mind was made up, the decision carved within the deep grooves of the gray beneath his heavy skull, this wasn't going to be something he shrugged off and stood around as the two walked away. Ha...not even close.

He directed his attention toward the hellion, gaze even and cold. " Well now, it seems like neither of us are going to stand around whilst the other walks away with this little beast...shall we settle it the old fashion way, or uselessly flap our tongues until one of us succumbs to mental exhaustion?" He asked coyly, his tone darkened with a flicker of anticipation. His ears pricked, awaiting a response from the horse...an actual response, not some smart ass retort that would just drag this whole thing out even more. He rolled his shoulders slightly, wanting to get a move on.

(ew post...sorry xD)

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[† Kadaver †]

//ooc: To the fighty place, or do you want me to reply? (Can't spell it. xD)\\

[hero]

OOC: ugh......I don't want to fight but if we must could we hold it off for a little bit....I already have 2 other fights I have to do -.-

[solyss]

(ooc: I figured you might want to wait, which is fine with me, I have been a bit bust lately anyway ^.^)

[† Kadaver †]

Or we can be civilized and just go our separate ways. I'm no piece of property like the rest of these sad excuses for life, Brute. Kadaver grunted through a clenched jaw as she motioned behind her rigid form to the trashy little mares lined up for the harvest. She sighed, relaxing out of sight boredom from the continuing tensity of the situation, though refused to take her blazing, pissed eyes from the male. She was a bit mood-swingy at times, and simply out of boredom from one mood, she'd switch to another. Her mother always thought of her to be quite interesting from that particular, odd trait. Davvy actually yawned, not obnoxiously, but enough to make a loud clamp when she abruptly shut her mouth.

Her head shot up, her harks flicked to her right, and she cringed as the old, broken stallion she had briefly spoken with before hit the ground with a thud, his body spazeming long after his brain ceased to function. A Stallion, master probably, stood over him, not shedding a glance of pity for the old and mistreated. Gritting her teeth, Kadaver took a step in his way, subconsciously knowing that there was nothing she could do for the already brutally departed. A draft stood in her way, his job probably to remove the slaves who had been struck down permanently here at the rock. You guys are insane... She thought to herself before quickly glancing up at Hero. Was he like them? Only playing his cards right to get to her? He didn't seem it, though she was not stupid and had learned of the ways of the dealer. With a huff, she quickly remembered where she was and locked her agitated eyes on the dark male once more. In truth, her reaction time was only a time to the elder's death was only a period of about three seconds, barely leaving her vulnerable to anyone but Hero.

//ooc: Then I'll follow your guyses lead. ;p \\