<sup>Powerful muscles of a sinewy colored stud were now at their peak, working hard as he plowed through the underbrush of a lonely forest. His body was here in the present, stalking through the trees with much haste, though his mind had, again as it so often did, wandered back to Entity, where a dappled mare was abandoned. It was her fault, all of it. There was no need for his pity, not anymore. Grunting, Pierre threw his weight into an incline of the land. Limber tendons bulged from his perfect obsidian skin, creating all the more beauty to his appearance. He was completely deceiving, as far as looks went. Gorgeous as any, Pierre could charm just about any. Then, though, when they were feeling comfortable, they'd catch a glimpse of what lay beneath such a lovely face; hell.

His step grew agile and tense now, as the smell of other equines burned fresh in his pumping lungs. Smirking, he found new inspiration. Glory was calling his name, and the temptation just got sweeter with every seconds pass. Large dome tossed a few times, tussling his gently waving locks. Soon after, the gnarled poll was brought to a high peak upon a bowed curvature, his regal heritage shining through with all of the beauty one could imagine. Still, beneath those deep emerald eyes, something sinister brewed. Who would be the lucky finder of such a prize? That remained to be seen, but as the aroma of a female grew stronger, Pierre could guess that she would be the one. Perhaps she would have somewhat of the same perspective on life. As twisted and strange as he was, he still had a soft side. But that side was reserved for one, and one only. Though he had long since given up on such a belligerent thing as love, Pierre couldn't deny that he felt nothing more than just that for Fajera.


As usual, Pierre's stride became dominant as a slinking figure was caught in the shadows. Rolling his eyes somewhat, the large stallion could quickly guess her alliance. but who was he to judge? Smirking, the friesian patron let his eyes meet hers in a fierce embrace. "come out, come out." he called out, his voice lovely and velvet; seductive and sinister. Something wicked was occurring, he was sure. Something about her called his name with every screaming voice he had ever heard. Getting a better view, her caramel and porcelain painted pelt came into visiage. Her beauty did little to impress him, as the deep look in her eyes was more intriguing. His glare was soon accusing, his lips curling upward to bare a pearly set of enamels her way. She had a vibe about her, one that was just as unwelcoming as it was unpleasant. A throaty chuckle escaped the bronc's trachea, as he saw her as quite the challenge. "you'll not be needing my name, mare. as i shant be needing yours. for now, just small talk, perhaps. if you're lucky." his facials twisted into something evil looking, emerald eyes bright with anticipation and a hunger that could only be fed by this sort of amusement. eventually, he would strike a fear in her. that's what he did best these days. he was considerably larger than her, what with his 16 pluss hands. her meek figure had nothing on his incredible brawn, though he wouldn't factor that in any sort of brawl, had it ever come down to a fight between the two. He had fought mares in the past, though it had been a few years. Patiently, Pierre stationed himself a decent distance away from the femme. his piercing eyes still glided smoothly over her slender figure, waiting for her to reply.</sup>

"Then address me as lady luck."
Snorting distastefully, Pierre took a better look at this female. She was rather pitiful in all of her self confidence, and somewhere, he would find weakness. He was calling her bluff; she was nothing. Next to his gleaming coat of obsidian, she looked rough, but she was somehow beautiful. It was a sick, strange sort of beauty, but never the less, it was most certainly there. Chuckling darkly, Pierre reached out and allowed his lips to roll loosely over her shoulder. "Your title does little to spark my interest, mare. And your snide little attitude won't be helping you today. That's not why I came." The silky voice of the hessian was smooth and, as usual, seductive. But this time, as he spoke down to this paint belle, he was fierce. Not so much as to give her the wrong impression, but to match her vibe. "You should watch that unblemished hide of yours. I've been known to bite rather hard." She wasn't insulting him, he was sure, but her words were rather idiotic. Had his scars already faded to pitch? No, he was sure they were still visible upon his still beautiful skin, no matter how worn they had become. He had seen more blood and battle than she could imagine. "war shows no mercy, female." he spoke quietly now, only remembering the toll that his days of war had brought so harshly upon him. he half smirked, deep emerald eyes meeting hers. she would be difficult, and her every cruel remark only made him want it more. she was a mystery, and that was enough to keep him wanting more. but this was not a case in which he would be wrapped around her fingers. it'd be the other way around, eventually. if she'd just loosen up enough to let him show her what he really was.

Pierre watched, obviously amused, as this mare showed her rows of enamel. He couldn't help but do the same, a low growl reproaching deep in his throat. He grumbled softly, his ivories snatching at her shoulder's flesh playfully. The tug was soft enough, though a few drops of blood were pulled from the skin. Satisfied, a charming, crooked smile crossed Pierre's features, his mug placed softly to the tiny wound to remove the blood from her fairly marred pelt. Eventually his maw found its way onto her flesh again, though he was gentle this time, using only his lips. His touch penetrated her neck, moving hastily down the streamline of her chest. Retracting his cold touch, he once more found her gaze. He no longer felt any sort of tension around her, as if she were a threat before. hah! she was nothing. but still, even though he knew she stood not a chance against his brawn, he had allowed a tension to find its way into his powerful muscles. now, however, it was slowly fading away. secret time. "call me pierre."

The sinewy stud was slowly adjusting to the behavior of this belle, and he was surprised to find that she wasn't all that different from Fajera. Fiesty, and certainly strong willed. Stubborn, and sinister. So far in this journey, he admired what he discovered. She would make a fine addition to his harem, but that was much farther down the road. she hadn't asked for his name, though he had openly volunteered to introduce himself. He wasn't going to ask, let alone beg, for her to do the same, though he assumed she would when she felt comfortable. She still seemed tense standing next to him, despite his touch from before, though he was more laid back than ever. His eyes never left her slender figure, noting her unusual height. she was glorious to look at, but it was her spiteful voice, and well, complete attitude, that really caught his attention. she was hell on four legs, and he was hoping to learn more..