The crisp winter breeze flew past the grazing stallion, tossing the wild and burnt hairs of his mane as it ran its icy fingers through it. Although the temperature of the air up here was much cooler than that below, the wind did not buffer his dunskin sides nor coat him with a fine layer of snow. Kahlua was smart to have come to this place.

Tearing at what sparse grass there was, the tyrant made sure to keep his sharp ears attuned to the sounds of the foraging fae. His past experience with women had taught him that they were as random as they were volatile, and his back twitches at the painful memories he has of one vixen in particular. Histe. The mare who called forth acid from the clouds and laid siege to all who defied her. Was it unreasonable for him to find that he missed the devilish mare's company?

Nonchalantly giving a short, almost unnoticeable whistle, the cunning warlord signaled to his dog to creep behind the ignorant mare. Guns obeyed immediately -- the collie wasn't one to defy the explosive stallion's command -- and silently rose from the ground, the long fur on his legs swaying side to side as he stealthily crept behind the painted fae. Ricochet watched the dog out of the corner of his eye, and gave a loud snort as if to express his praise.

Their method of communication was uncommon to Helovia, but when the Incendiary realized that they would never share a bond, he had come up with a language of their own by which they could speak. Or, in Ricochet's case, a way to give out orders that Guns would obey.

Waves of disgust course through his pale body at the mare's words, but he was not surprised to hear that Mirage had elected a winged monstrosity to rule alongside her. She was the leader of the Qian, afterall; he had had to put up with her 'equal rights for every species' campaign once, and he was certain -- albeit outraged -- that he could do it again. Well, at least I know that he is weak in the knees, this 'Gentle Heart'. And it wasn't as if he was going to allow himself be ordered around by some pegasus; Ricochet had his own plans for an Empire, but making allies and strengthening old bonds would be the best course of action for him right now. I wonder if Smoke still resides there.

Teal eyes flash with anger at the rest of Kahlua's words, and his striped face snaps up in response. Rage quickly filled his starving body and replaced the respect that he had for the girl that was of his species. Was she really just some vain bitch who had thought that she could win him over with her "beauty"? Closing the distance between them, the Incendiary lashed his head out to snap his teeth at her delicate nose, wanting to see the shock and fear register in her blue pale blue eyes as she took a step to evade him. Of course, she could always play the role of a vain and stupid beauty, and have him tear another nostril into the bride of her nose instead.

"Are you revolted, cow? Are you happy that you decided that I was the right stallion for you to toy with?" His words are loud and full of venom when he speaks, and he lunges forwards with his body to try and slam his shoulder into her own. Dark hooves dig into the frozen ground as he tries to throw his weight against her and make her stumble, and he screams, "I warned you, mare. NOW LET'S SEE JUST HOW BEAUTIFUL YOU ARE WITH SCARS OF YOUR OWN!"

A loud whistle escapes the seething brute's maw, and Guns strikes at the mare's dark form from his hiding place in the shadows. He is as fast as he is nimble in this snow, and his speeding body slides beside the mare's right fore, his dark muzzle trying to clamp around it before he runs off to escape any flailing hooves.

{OOC: XD Kind of lame again, but I think that to go any further Kahlua would need to reply. If you think that this will turn into a spar, we can set something up in the battleground, instead?}
"Ricochet"