She prowls the Threshold, finding familiar soil beneath her hooves, smile twitching delightedly at the idea of a new recruit for her cause. Her eyes meet stickheads and skyrats alike, snorting and snarling in disgust at the filth that walks freely. She is here to build up her empire, to rise with her goal to wipe away such filth. Just spring cleaning, plain and simple. Her eyes flick back and forth as she slips between the trees, wearing a face of hatred and disgust as she works her way through the shadows.

In her sights, a perfect target. He appears agile, strong and well rounded. A true beast meant for the line of battle, no doubt. Colt sets herself on a course for him, a smirk playing out along her dark lips. Until she is close enough, she speaks nothing, watching and noticing he whispers something to himself before laughing. An odd one, but she cares only for his opinions on the wretched species that taint the world. She cared for his physical state, eyes dancing over his flaxen body with curiosity sparking in her silvered gaze.

Stepping into a beam of light to make herself known, she raises her chin, neck outstretching as she faces the much larger man head on. "Brother," she begins, nostrils flaring as she plans out her next moves. "I have come to take you home." A smile plays out upon her face, steel sights searching for some reaction to her words. She hoped he would agree to follow after her, to become a soldier of her empire.

Her thoughts are stopped, as she realizes home is a myth, a lie. There was no home, no one more than her to follow after. She gave a quiet sigh of frustration, brows narrowing as she thought of where she could escape. Surely there was some place secluded enough to hold her empire. Of course a herd could be overthrown, but it was only her for now, and she did not have the ability to down an entire group of horses on her own. Colt’s head remains high, chest puffed out as she tries to make herself appear strong, a wild, muscled beast set on cleansing the land of pegasi and the unicorns.
"TALK TALK TALK"
-- @[Diesel], --

Moving forward, she reveals herself to the stranger, the potential recruit with the intent on taking him beneath her, using him to gain power among Helovia. He would be the beginning of something new. Excitement bubbled within her brindle figure, features remaining stone cold despite the trembling within her stomach. She wanted, she needed to take this man with her, to guide him into the ranks of her empire. She could not just be an army of one, nor run frantically through Helovia recruiting all the equines on her own. She was mortal, she grew fatigued and needed rest, she needed food, and time for herself. But for now, she would have to neglect everything but her slowly expanding (more like nonexistent) empire.

A frown creases her brow as words tumble from his lips; apparently what she said had been taken too literally within that thick skull of his. Her head falls, chest rising as she peers at the muscled bodice of the stud before her. "Fine, what would you prefer I address you as?" She huffs, lips twitching in a smirk, the corners of her lips shrugging upwards slightly as she peers at the ebony stag. He was a brute, tall and dark, quite a looker in her opinion. But she didn’t think he had the brains, as most tanks lacked, intelligence. They followed simple commands but did not have the minds to think of anything on their own. They were like big, stupid dogs in Colt’s opinion. They were good for nothing but raging through the battlefield with their maws dripping with spit and bodies slick with sweat and blood. They were pointless otherwise. But she wanted one, to keep one as a pet. How interesting that would be for her.

"Well, I can offer you a high position within my empire, a place for you to take as your own. A commander of battle, or maybe you believe you are better suited in the shadows?" She looks him over, wondering if such a massive beast would do so well hiding in the shadows and stalking through them to gather intelligence. Sleuths were light on their feet, slender in build and graceful, undetectable. This stallion was large, his build was slender but there were hunks of muscle layered upon his body, making him thicker and less lithe. "All you need to do is swear your devotion to the empire, aid in gathering members and spreading the word. You get to instill fear in the hearts of others, bring them to their knees, to ruin those whose blood is impure." Her stomach churns as she spits out acid, bubbling and burning on her tongue. Colt had heard similar words firing from the tongue of her father many times before, her knees nearly buckling beneath her as she realizes slowly she was becoming more and more like him. Shit, her steel gaze narrows onto the stallion, focused and devotion burning within her stare. She hoped he thought her offer was tempting enough for him. What more could she offer? Why not just throw her damned virginity in the pot if he wanted more than just a high position within her empire. Most men were into taking whatever the hell they wanted, so why not just give him that too? Surely someone would take it sooner or later, it was bound to happen.

"TALK TALK TALK"
@[Diesel]