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leaning over you here.
cold and catatonic.
catch a brief reflection.
of what you could and might have been.
it's your right and your ability .
to become my perfect enemy.

"Being a bit social today, are we?"

Words were spat from the femmora's kissers as she came upon the field set aside for all who wished to step foot on it. Why she had decided to come out to this place was unknown even to her. Boredom may have played a big role in her decision to come to a more social area. And now that she had placed 'er talon on the soil, she began to wonder what her purpose of coming here really was. But the question was pushed out of her dream box in a matter of seconds.

The harlot snorted abruptly as the stench of other equids entered her 'nares. The scent of those of her own kind were more difficult to find; they were overpowered by the scent of pures. This sent a slight rush through her bodice, instructing her to stay on guard. A warm breeze swept past her, sending her sent down into the area before her, rather than sharing the scent of others with her. "Damned wind". Snorting once more, the femmora picked up a two-beat, discarding the slow, essentially aimless four-beat she had been going at.

Without much warning, the minx slid to an abrupt halt once she approached what seemed to be the center of the field. She took a glance around, assuring herself that she was still alone. For the moment, that was perfectly fine with her. What is the point of company, anyway? What is the point of conversing with another equid, anyway? She rarely got any enjoyment out of it. Sometimes, though, it was amusing when she conversed with another equid; the sarcasm she used was enough to keep her amused for a while. But, for the moment, she didn't think sarcasm would do much for her.

Without much warning, the minx's boa snapped to the side, her trap clinging onto her bodice for a mere second to rid it of a filthy, little blood sucker. From that position, she got a good glance at the ash hue the alabaster colouring on her had turned. That hue came of no surprise, figuirng the rest of her didn't look up to par either. Her banner was matted with burs and her whipcord looked raggid and disheveled. But her appearance was no surprise to her. And, frankly, she could care less about how she presented herself. At least she didn't care now.

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My nares filled with the scent of a dark vixen. Oh.. goody. Finally. I had been serching for one of the tainted souls for... weeks. The pures were too... sweet. All about the universe and love. Ugh. they made me sick.

Swiveling my crania, so I could see from beneath my long forelock, I snorted, before shaking my head, trying to dishevel my 'do. Finally, the great mass of hair shifted from above my eyes, and I saw the light of day.

Smiling slightly, my orbs traced the land gently, with a practiced eye. I was used to these lands, though I had been here for a mere 2 months. I had my eye on some land, but wanted some femmes first. I wouldn't put a challenge or claim to waste.

My ceruleans rested upon a vixen, whos head had swiveled away from him. Her nape was arched in a graceful manner, her ashen bodice long, lank, and gorgeous. Imemdiatly, I perked, my eyes brightening.

Trotting from the place I stood presently, I moved silently along the shadow's my hooves making not a sound, my eyes staying trained upon her glowing ess. Approaching her, I grinned.

- 'Ello, there, gorgeous! What's a beuaty like you doin' 'ere all alone? -

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it's your right and your ability.
to become my perfect enemy.

Ears pinned, fangs bared all at the disturbance of the banshee's silence. Bird remained where she was, simply intent on listening to the new comer's knives as they met the quagmire, quite obviously approaching her. Company was not something she discouraged, though she was picky, selective of those she grqaced with her presence. And was this brute worthy? She was lost as to whether he was tainted or pure; either her nares were failing her or the approaching brute was nothing but a neutral. Neutral; that was not something Bird was fond of.

Neutrals, in the femmora's mind, were no better than the pures themselves. They did not choose a side and, there for, Bird had never found any reason to be specifically pleasant towards them. Though, it wasn't as if she was the kind of femme to be jumping at the opportunity to submit to another. There were times when she wasn't even pleasant to those who considered and even stunk like one of her own type. But you had to expect that from the slightly concieted, extremely cynical Mockingbird.

The aptly named banshee wheeled on her haunches as the brute got too close for comfort, auditories pinning even further against her poll. A light, vaguely bemused smirk settled on her dark kissers; a beauty like her? In her mind, calling Bird beautiful was like a pure saying that pointless genocide was a terrific thing, something they praised. A cold, cynical laugh was emitted from her kissers at the brute's inquiry. To put it bluntly, it was the most amusing thing she had heard all day.

Sighing sarcastically, audibly, the banshee rolled her globes in their sockets before returning the male's inquiry. "I could ask th' same about you, bastard." The words were spat, her tone was noticably sarcastic, if not slightly amused.

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&&__ rose is the red on your coffin door; __<3 }
&&__ what's life like bleeding on the floor?__ <# }

Her sarcasm did not bother me, nor did her displesentry(is that a word?). I simply smiled at her. Most equines did not care for nuetrals.. no. But I wasn't a.. true nuetral. My mother dark, my father light, I was naturally half - and - half. Usually, tainted equines could easily tell my heart was black, while a few drops of purity swelled within my blood stream. Tossing my head with a laugh, I told her,

- Perhaps I was wrong, M'Lady, but you seem to be tainted, as am I, part way. What other reason would you be here? Other than to kick some poor pure's butt, as I would probably do. -

I was trying to lighten her up, but I doubted it was working. She seemed delicate, in a sense, though rather... rough. She was tainted, as any decently intelligent being could see. Clearly, she wasn't to be bothered, but I wasn't a brujo to step down. Smiling at her, I laughed once more.

- Hmm. Seems somebody ate a bit of wrong grass, today? Come, on, Love. What's the problem? -

I was teasing her, and it was clear, but I fuly expected for her to kick my butt right then and there. It wasn't the most "manly"thing to do, but if it must be, I would have to let her. It was the true gentlemanly thing to do. Ahh, I was too nice to these vixens.

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[. trixx]

it's your right and your ability.
to become my perfect enemy.

Lighten her up? It would take a fool to attempt that; this brute seemed to fit the part of a fool perfectly in her mind. In fact, his pleasantries were beginning to piss her off to some extent. But, honestly enough, the brujo's antics brought fuel to her fire and didn't lighten her up one bit. If anything, his words only increased her sarcasm and cynicism. This was proven with her words, which she released with another cold series of snorts and a toss of her dreambox. Out-grown forlock tossed, as did her banner, as her kissers parted.

"Oh, no, no, you've got it all wrong; I am but the lightest, purest flicka you've ever laid your..." Mockingbird paused momentarily after releasing obviously faux words, her lyrics dripping in nothing but sarcasm. After releasing some form of a sigh, the banshee finished her phrase, her voice and composure now changing completely. "not so pretty eyes on, brute." An unamused glare settled on her dreambox, dark pools burning a hole in the male (not literally, of course; but, if burning a hole with one's gaze was possible, the brute would surely have a hole the size of a crater in some place or another on his anatomy.)

The femmora nearly began spilling a blend of coughs and laughter as she choked on her own breath when the brute's lyrics burnt her auditories. "Now that's an original way of putting things; how long did it take you to think that one up, virile?" the banshee inquired, slamming her labrums shurt as soon as bellicose lyrics were released. Lanterns turned to the other ungulate after a moment as she prepared to part her ;abrums once more, this time shooting an accusitory glare in the brute's direction.

"Just give me a reason why one like me would trust you with my problems, bastard. After all, you know nothing about me, and I plan on keeping it that way, hessian."

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I laughed, a deep rumbling chortle. Eyeing her severely.

- Ohh. I see. A bit touchy, are we? Come on. Don't be a bitch. Just looking for a mate. -

I shrugged as my britich accented lyrics filled my auds. If this bitch didn't fil the picture, I would be on my way.

- Or.. you could mess with her a little bit. Come on, lad. -

I couldn't help but smile at my thoughts. Circling her once, I bowed, as if plesentries would amuse her. I would cut the shit when shetold me to, and not a moment before. Annoying tainted vixens was just to much of a laugh.

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"A bit touchy doesn't even begin to cover it, brute."

This brute, no matter what she told herself, was amusing her. On the contrary, he was pissing her off beyond all belief at the same time. At the patriarch circled her and bowed, Mockingbird kicked out at him half-heartedly. She wasn't truthfully trying to kick him, but introducing her knives to his pelt wouldn't be discouraged, if he didn't move out of the first, of course.

"And to think you'd even imagine finding a mate in me?" Mockingbird paused fore a moment after speaking, adding her own little, mock 'British' accent (it pretty much failed, though) to her words. Hah, now that's a laungh, isn't it, bastard?"

[ooc: please excuse the suckyness xP]

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I rolled my eyes, as her little kick went south, my body circling north. My teeth purposely grazed her neck, notenough to do damage, but enough to piss her off worse. Moving to the left a bit, I laughed.

- I don't dis respect mares, but come on, sweetie. Put a littl eefort into it. -

I might as well mess with her mind while I could.

[[only if you can excuse the crappiness of mine. :] ]]