Ne'er Be the Same

[Tassle]

Bay fae sauntered into the terr. Hardened earth crunched beneath her talons. Dail was held neutral, whipcord lazily lipping at her hind legs. Mahogany auds pinned as muzzle turned to the sky. Nostrils caught a strange scent. Skullary lowered near to the ground, and belle began weaving amoungst what foliage bordered the terr. There was a rustle in the lowest branches of the tree next to her. Curiosity overcame natural instinct, and muzzle was pushed through the branches. A sharp sting lashed at her nose and radiated through fae's crown. Surprised and angered, femme reared. A small ball of brown fur pounced from the trees. It's stubby legs pounded against the ground, carrying the feline body across the dirt scape and into the trees on the opposite side of the terr.

Stupid little bugger. Horrific Lullaby groaned, concentrating now on the small stream of blood dripping from her velvet muzzle.

[E t i e n n e]

Massive stag stopped upon his journey through the claiming grounds to watch a mare in pure curiosity as she pressed her muzzle through some low braches. He raised his brow in a silent question she could not see. What could this femme be doing? A strange scent drifted upon the breeze. Feline. He would no a cats scent anywhere. He gave a minor tilt of his crimson cranium. What could this mare be thinking, messing with a cat like that?

For some reason, the hellion could not look away. Curiosity permitted him from returning to his journey. Etienne watched still as the fae reared in what seemed like surprise and the perpetrator dashed from its hind away and flitted away on short legs. The mare murmured an insult to the small creature and the stallion smirked. This one amused him.

The Clydesdale started toward her, daggers digging viciously into the soft earth beneath him.

“Cats as nasty little creatures. They’ll get you good if you aren’t careful, beaula.” He bellowed, his accent as thick as ever. He stopped a small ways away from her, smirk still upon his crimson kissers. “What is your name, fem?”

[Tassle]

Dial turned instantly towards the voice. Orbs inspected the stag curiously. He towered rediculously above her, he coat almost an inverted version of hers. His stocky build, too, contrasted her dainty figure greatly.

Indeed. She agreed, smiling sadistically.

Thin leg stretched in a bow, tiny muzzle nearing the terrain. I am cursed Horrific Lullaby. But you, sir, She rose, orbs narrowed slightly. May call me Horror. Dial tossed slightly, flicking jet-black banner against cream coat.

Belle took several steps towards the lord. Pistons carried her in a small circle around him, tail flicking across her hind legs and his. As she turned tightly around his rump, her side brushed against him.

And what, milord, is your cursing? She asked.

[E t i e n n e]

The stag smirked and watched as the fem circled him, his head held ever high. This fem wasn’t like the others he had met so far, sadistic and nasty. This one still held the sadistic glory of a dark, but the nastiness was suppressed into something else he couldn’t quite make out, something he had experienced too few times to know well enough to name. Much more fun, this little trick, that was for sure.

“Horror, eh? Lovely.” He mused, smirking at its irony. “I am called Etienne to most. That is what you will know me as, pulchellus unus, unless you find it unfitting.”

The Hellion reached out with his muzzle brushing the soft pelt of her shoulder for the slightest of moments before returning to his place. She felt deliciously nice, he thought. Soft and warm compared with a dark nature. Very nice.

“What says you come with me, Horror? My kingdom is missing something. Perhaps you might fill it?” Etienne cooed, stepping closer.

[Tassle]

Vixen thought deeply for a moment. Lust-filled orbs met his as veleteen muzzle brushed her hide. A silent chill coursed through her veins. She had him. He wanted her. He thought she wanted him. The perfect position.

Etienne...what a stunning name. She cooed, continuing her small circle around his bod. Gently she took a nip at his flank, pistons carrying her onward. Just one more thing to wait for. One more question he needed to ask, and her task would be complete.

And there it was. Lyrics rolled into a soft gasp. Astonishment was her choice reaction. Astonishment and flattery. Me? Vocals rang. Graceful wonder breached her voice. It would be an honor to live with you. She said. Playfully she trotted to his dial. Bodice turned to face him. Yes, it would be an honor indeed to live with you. Thoughts hummed. Maybe carry your children...and if all goes well, all of your hopes and dreams will rely on pretty, young little me. A wise decision? Maybe yes, maybe no.

Carcass drifted to his side. Crown rubbed gently against his nape in a little cuddle. Lead the way, milord. She whispered sadistically.

[E t i e n n e]

The hellion tilted his head to an angle in a quite thought. This femme was playing him. She had to be. His senses told him something here wasn’t right. Her reaction to his invite into his domain was proof enough for him. He smirked. How fun. This truly was and interesting wench. But the question now was what was this fem playing at? What in seven hells could she want? He decided to play to her tune for a while. A game was a nice getaway from the boring norm of life.

With an other smirk, he nuzzled the she-devil’s nape with the soft flesh of his maw and flicked his obsidian plume against her rump.

“Come along then, meus parum furta.” He murmured and began home.