>Awaiting a Dare>

[Justice]

A new dawn broke the solitude of night. For the russet vixen, it was another day to let out her wrath upon the ignorant and boastful equines. The thick mist was beginning to rise as she trotted across the plains that stretched between two mountain ranges. She could smell a faint, musty scent of a stag who apparently hadn't been in these parts for a few days. A smirk formed upon her scarred maw--if he had a decent bodice, perhaps she would have a little fun. She just loved to toy with others ... especially the brutes.

Stretching out her long pillars, Nezkrig increases her pace to a steady lope. She hoped the bastard would sense her presence and come to join her on this blissful day. Amber chasms seeked the bodice of the brute, but she seemed to be alone on this morning break. Only the cry of the hawk could be heard as he fished for his breakfast.


ooc: sorry that it's so short

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[Fable]

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong
Who would have guessed it
I will not leave alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like it's not too late
It's never too late

Standing on a small rise, the mist still hung about my frame, twisting around my pistons as I stood motionlessly, watching the still morning. Ebon orbs scanned the terra as the morning began to come, the bright sun began to bring light to the world, though hence the name, the valley remained in shadow. This place was perfect for him, especially since it fit his persona. Well, why wouldn't it fit? His name was Toxin for God's sake!

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

Nares widened slightly, drawing in a new scent. It was not of any equine he'd met before, though it wasn't of a brute trying to take over his terra. Taking in another breath he realized it was of a vixen. Hmm, why would a femme be wandering around here? Didn't they know it was dangerous to be here, especially when there wasn't much to eat? Yeah, I'm an carnivore, but who gives a damn? I'm sort of both, I don't rely on just one or the other. So if you want to be more precise then just call me a fuckin' omnivore.

No one will ever see
This side reflected
And if there's something wrong
Who would have guessed it
And I have left alone
Everything that I own
To make you feel like
It's not too late
It's never too late

Pistons struck the geo in a malevolent way as I headed down the slope towards the vix, eh she wasn't that hard to find, I'd spotted her rusty pelt from my rise. A smirk placed it's self 'pon my plushes as I moved towards her, her scent was absolutely intoxicating, and I felt my mouth begin to water slightly. No, I could handle it, it seemed she wasn't one of them prissy lights that feared the dark and couldn't stand the sight of blood.

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late

Well, well, well, what have we here? Looks like you've wandered a little too far from home. What brings you here? Vocals were dripping with humor, but the last part was deadly. Eh, if she was taken I could have a bit of fun, or just strike her down, though I couldn't help but give her a double take, them curves were kickin' and she was definitely worth the time.

The world we knew
Won't come back
The time we've lost
Can't get back
The life we had
Won't be ours again

Ok ok, maybe I was being a bit harsh, should I apologize. Now why the hell would I do that? Exactly I wouldn't. I wasn't one for apologies, not unless they were truly needed. Per say, I "accidently" bothered some other brutes femme, that would definitely not get an apology from this maw, but say I.... Well fuck it, you probably never will get an apology from me, it's just to hard to find a good enough reason to do so. Screw apologies.

This world will never be
What I expected
And if I don't belong

Pistons carried my frame around hers, auds forwards and my orbs moving quickly, taking in all there was to see. She was very attractive but I wasn't one to just go with any hottie I met, they had to fit the standards. Yeah, a bastard like myself has standards, not just any bitch is going to have the privilege to live in my terra. So far so good, lets see what this wench is made of.

Even if I say
It'll be alright
Still I hear you say
You want to end your life
Now and again we try
To just stay alive
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
Maybe we'll turn it around
'Cause it's not too late
It's never too late
It's not too late
It's never too late

[Justice]

Deep chasms caught sight of a roan bastard as he appeared over the ridge. Sweet lust filled the vix's mouth. Aye, he had land, a great bodice, and by the scent, no other bitches. For Nekrig, that was music to her ears. His attention would not have to be divided, for this wretch would not settle for under maximum capacity. If a brute wanted her, then he would need to get her all the way.

Also, what would be the fun of screwing a bastard who did not depend on her? No, he would need to get attached to her "sweetness." But he couldn't expect anything in return except maybe a few glorious moments.

Malignant pillars ceased their pounding upon the spiteful earth. If he wanted any piece of her, he would have to come to her. Soft auds remained pricked at attention as she listened to his coming beats. Her piercing orbs studied him thoroughly to make sure that he would do. The bastard's muscles were nicely toned. He was a tall and powerful brute but that did not mean that he could walk all over her. His onyx orbs bore down upon her with a studious desire, if that makes any sense. The fae could tell by his scent that he was one who lived by his own standards and would do what he wanted. A smirk emerged upon her fated maw. Aye, she could respect that.

Well, well, well, what have we here? Looks like you've wandered a little too far from home. What brings you here?

His cold lyrics were vituperative with a hint of sarcasm. Aye, a stag was useless if he didn't possess wit and humor. Perhaps he would have a chance with this femme, but he still had much to prove. In reply, the golden bitch gently hissed her satire.

I am a bitch of many "homes." I suppose fate urged my pillars to take these dreadful paths, so I end up here. Why do you, fine sir, take up your lonely residence in these parts?

A silent snicker lifted from her maw at her final words. Although he had testosterone running through him, Nezkrig would be a bitch like normal and make this bastard work for her. She caught his onyx orbs checkin' her out, but what did she expect: a gentleman. Ha, far from it.

[Fable]

I nodded slightly at her lyri, a smirk playing with the corner of my labrums. Well, at least I knew she wasn't one of them really prissy girls, she really knew how to use that head that sat between her shoulders. She was definitely his type. Looks and brains to match. A chuckle was emitted at her oh so lovely lyri, he was beginning to really like this femme. Why you ask, well isn't it obvious? I'm a bastard who likes to be pleased, if more ways than one. A smirk was placed in my kissers as I paused in front of her bodice, as I hissed out more of my response. Fate, she has a lot to do with things don't you agree? Though, I don't mind what she's done this time. My ebonite orbits moved across her bodice as I spoke this, my eyes taking in all there was to see, and lingered on the more pleasurable places. Eh, it was a man whore, so what? The bitches love me, so why should I complain? Audits flickered about my dial as my bannar flicked nonchalantly about my hinds. That's when I finally realised something that was rather strange in my perspective. She'd not spoken her cursing. Now most femmes were eager to get that into my audits, though I seldom rememberd them, unless that one night stand was rather better than most, then I had a tendency to remember them. Well, sort of. Hmm... So, what am I supposed to call you? Bitch, or do you have a calling? No, I wasn't about to spill my cursing either, not unless she said hers first. If she'd not figured it out by now, then heh, I guess I'd have to make it more obvious now hadn't I? I chuckled at the thought, how to make it more obvious would be quite difficult.

[Justice]

The golden femme could see that he was finding much amusement in their conversation. Perhaps he doesn't meet a gorgeous bitch everyday. Poor guy, he must be deprived. Oh well, it may take him longer than he thinks to really get what he wants. And by the looks of it, the cream fae could easily distinguish what his mind was on. Her ebony lips could not wipe off the smirk. This brute could lust all he wanted, but he wouldn't get her without a little bit of touch.

Why you ask, well isn't it obvious? I'm a bastard who likes to be pleased, if more ways than one. Fate, she has a lot to do with things don't you agree? Though, I don't mind what she's done this time.
Well, his play on words was satisfactory. In response, the vixen wrinkled her brow and spoke with a matter-of-fact tone, for she didn't want to encourage him anymore than he already was.

Aye, though have you not heard about me yet? However, you may perhaps lyrics of my "love" have not reached your twisted auds yet. I guess you will just have to experience my ways first handed, won't you?

A faithful snicker emanated from her iniquitous maw. Her amber chasms did not fail to gaze over the bastard again. She was picky with whom she associated, but he seemed to be her type, if she had a type. Muscular bodice, taller than her, a unique coat hue, and as sarcastic as ever. He would do for now until another came along.

Of course, Nezkrig saw his orbs on what bastards found the most pleasurable. A gentleman would look into her deep chasms, but it was already crystal clear that he was no gentleman, just a stereotypical bastard with testosterone running wild. But she would not have any fun with a gentleman because he would be overly polite. No, she had to have a bastard who was just as selfish as she was.

So, what am I supposed to call you? Bitch, or do you have a calling?

His seductive lyrics hissed through the air again asking for her cursing. The palomino lifted her crown superciliously with a sneer tugging upon her jaded kissers. Then, just to get him excited, the fae stepped closer to him and whispered seductively into his audit.

You can call me bitch, for that is what I am, as long as I may call you bastard. Unless you want something more, but then you would have to share what you were cursed as.

This femme was not eager to give out her title unless the bastard wanted more than a one-night stand. From her experience, she knew that half of the brutes could not remember most of their affairs. Not that she could say anything: only a few stags stood out in her mind. And those were the ones who actually tried to get to know her.

[Fable]

I chuckled at her lyri, yep, that settled it. A bitch to the core, but who didn't like that? Well, lets see, the fuckin' lights? They didn't know shit about what they were missin'. Hmm, a devious grin spead cross my maw, perhaps I would have to "experience" it first hand. As her second set of vocals were released I wasn't surprised at all by the tone, let alone way, she spoke. As her frame moved closer to mine, her vocals coming in a hushed whisper I couldn't help but wonder. She didn't know who I was?! I was almost shocked, but yet again, I didn't know who she was, so guess you could say we were even. Dial turned to place my labrums against her aud to release my own set of lyrics, which were deep and husky. Having to share my cursing is not a problem to me. But if you wish, calling me bastard doesn't affect me either. Hmm, she seemed like to type that was more of a slut then just a fae, though I could be wrong. Though... Eh, I dont' think I'm wrong. But yet, I wasn't one for just a plain one-night-stand. Nope, but yet again, I'd not ever found myself as the type to get all lovey dovey over a femme and want her and only her by my side. Gee wiz, I'm a pimp, and as I said before, I had wenches all OVER the place. Wait, I didn't say that earlier, oh well, it's out now. Vocals released themselves again from my chambers, my tone remained exactly the same. The name's Toxin. Oh well, I'd just go ahead tell her who the hell I was. Not like it would matter, if she was here for a one nighter then I doubt it would matter. Auds flicked towards her, I guess you could say, I was quite interested in this femme, though it wasn't because I wanted to get "something" from her. Oh who am I kidding, that's almost the only reason why I was interested, but hey, who ever said a pimp couldn't have a few staying with him for longer than one night? Exactly, no one.

[Justice]

Flashing orbs glinted with amusement as she toyed with this one. Her boa tingled as she felt his hot breath upon it. Although they obviously had a lot in common, she could sense that he was one to just use a bitch up then send her on her way. But then again, she could be wrong. If it was that case, then she will just make him desperately want her but impossible to get at least for a few days even if it killed him. Most equines believed her to be trash, but they never take the time to get to know her. She always has a reason for everything. Now was no exception.

The bastard's lyrics sounded deeply into her auds.

Having to share my cursing is not a problem to me. But if you wish, calling me bastard doesn't affect me either. The name's Toxin.

The stag almost seemed to have a change of mood, but she could be wrong. Apparently he did not like the whole mysterious barrier between them. Or he enjoyed having faes all over the place for him to play with and wished her to stay too. Whatever. If he shared his calling, then she would eagerly do the same. Her resonance lifted easily from her cords into his auds as if they were gently eased into a treacherous place.

Toxin, it's a pleasure to meet your acquaintance. I go by Nezkrig for those who wish to know me. May I have the honor of residing in your lands for the time being?

With onyx chasms still searching deep within this brute's piercers, Nezkrig took a slow step back. Deep inside she wondered if she would feel something for the bastard. Then shook it off, this femme would never find what most called love--a burning desire to be affectionate, committed, and predilection for someone. Would she? Most of the time she was not even looking for it. This golden vixen was satisfied with meeting new equines and traveling across the unventured borders of the world.

[Fable]

Her question nearly knock me off my pistions. Have the honor? Why, she didn't even have to ask actually. I didn't mind her staying at all, actually I was going to ask her to stay anyway. I felt a smile creep across my maw, which wasn't normal, not at all. A smirk was, but a smile? Wow, this fae sure was making me feel weird. But in a good way. Wow, that's weird too. I snorted, shaking my dial to clear my head. Nezkrig. That fits you nicely, and it is a pleasure indeed to met you. Of course, you've no need to ask. I would love for you to stay. I smiled, then realized I might have said it wrong. For the time being of course. A quiet sigh was emitted after finnishing my set of vocals. How could a fae make me so muddled? I didn't know, and probably never would. Turning 'pon my stilts, I began to head in a different direction. Maybe she'd follow, maybe she wouldn't. Actually, I didn't care if she did or not, it was her choice, I wouldn't force her. But after a moments thought I realized I was wrong. Pistons haulted in their motion and boa twisted to allow my visage to look back. Orbs looked over her facade and I smirked. You coming? You don't have to, if you wish to stay here. Though, hehe, it isn't the best place to stay, especially if you're alone. I stood stock still to see if she'd come, if not then I'd have to continue alone.

[Justice]

Her piercing chasms remained on him as she noticed a change in tone from him. Instead of his crooked smirk, his maw wore an even smile that looked sincere. Was this his way of drawing in dames, by acting as though he really cared? The femme shrugged. Every bastard had his ways. As he spoke, his lyrics were softer and less sarcastic. Was this really the bastard she just met?

Nezkrig. That fits you nicely, and it is a pleasure indeed to met you. Of course, you've no need to ask. I would love for you to stay. For the time being of course.

His consideration was almost turning her off. Her bright orbs watched the huge brute turn and begin to leave. For a few seconds, she just stood still silently. Her cream banner lifted lightly in the breeze. Only the sound of his hoof beats entered her auds. After a few steps, he halted and called back to her.

You coming? You don't have to, if you wish to stay here. Though, hehe, it isn't the best place to stay, especially if you're alone.

This time, even though he wore the same smile upon his dark maw, his words held a little bit of electricity. He was coming back to where he started. With as silent laugh, the bitch answered back.

Aye, Toxin, hmm that has a nice ring to it, I will join you if you agree to lead me to a place where I can rest. Days of traveling wears me out.

With that, she lifted her pillars smoothly and proceeded to follow the roan brute. She wished to get to know him more, something beside his love interests.

[Fable]

Chuckling quietly, pistons carried my frame through the valley. On the far side was a place where Nezkrig could rest but it was quite a walk. Taking a moment to consider the chances I turned my dial to gaze back at her. If you think you can "handle" it, the only place to rest is clear across the valley. Though if you can't make it across, here is where you could stop. Ah, finally. My sarcastic self is back. Now... Looking back ahead, nares widened catching the slight breeze. Hmm. There was a slight pang in my stomach and hunting would be nice. But I just couldn't bare to leave the golden fae by her self could I? Hmmm, she looks like she could fend for herself. With a light flick of my bannar, pistons carried my frame forth at a trot. You need help, just scream. Oh yeah, many heads would turn at the sound of that. Auds flickered a top my dial, hmm, looks like we'd scared everything off. Oh well, I'll wait. They'll return. Turning direction I moved towards the stream, hmm, maybe she should rest here instead, there's more water. Nezkrig? Perhaps here would be more to your suiting? That is, if you wish not to head across the valley. Jee, she could do what ever she wanted, I really didn't care that much. Chasms flickered about, the sun would be out soon. Ugh, I couldn't wait.