It is...complicated, Angora. It is a tale of forbidden love, sacrifice, and bad decisions. We all have our skeletons, and mine is kept beneath my skin. He sounded slightly feminine to her. His bloody red coat was admired by her pale orbs. She wanted a cool coat too! He seemed to be put together so well, but had a faulty base. Something about this stallion worried her. Something about this place felt right, as if she had been here a long time ago... but things didn't look the same now. Her eyes looked more of an gold today than her normal caramel. She threw her cranium high and just let loose. After she had flicked her head, it came down into a nearly perfect arch. She made no move to tighten her muscles. She thought she should be feminine with this one. He seemed different.

Angora looked and picked with her eyes way across the red and green dotted land with the care of a valuable in her mere clutches. Ever since her visits to the Veins, gathering information had become more than just a hobby for her, it was practically a profession. She lies and cheats her way around the ranks to the top, and so she would. It had taken some time, but she'd mapped out a full plan to impress the him, and with any luck she could walk out of it clean and splendor and more powerful than ever. Well, clean in one sense, and by that, not pregnant. She seemed to always be in trouble with the ebony stallion, but with this blood colored one? She felt safe and needed to take risks. With Tolio she has to jump off of the balcony, but with others she has to hide from the balcony.

It was not her ears that whispered this. It was her dark lips that formed the words. "What has you hung, Babe." It was not her flaring nostrils that teased the stranger's aroma into her consciousness. Not even her shoulders sagged with the weight of his eyesight upon her. It was none of these, spectacular, acute senses which should be on constant alert that foretold his coming. She had meet many now. She wanted one other than that clingy stallion in the threshold. He wasn't her type in any manner at all. Her quiet lips smiled. She stretched her muzzle close to his. She was wild in every way, and most stallions craved that, but it seemed to have no impact on him. She needed to step her game up or risk losing this catch. "Babe.." Her muzzle still out stretched to his. Her pale orbs glanced at his innocently and lovingly. Fake, but irrelevant until later. "...I want you.." Haha, no she really didn't, but that didn't show at all. There was a deep, fake, passion and desire in her eyes. She conveyed most of her emotion through her orbs. It was a gateway.