"That's quite the lullaby you're singing..." My voice hissed out from the shadows that had camouflaged my spotted coat, my words coated with a threatening undertone, venomous and nearly mocking as I called out to the petite young girl. From where I stood, I could easily see the feathered lass without revealing my own location, stalking her in from the vegetation. The improved eyesight given to me by this bizarre illness was proving to come in handy. Her twisted nursery rhyme had caught my attention only moments before, beckoning me to follow her to learn of who could have possibly could hum such words without a care. Dark eyes scoured over her body, surprised at just how tiny she was compared to myself, decorated with feathers and wings that were as black as night, matching her coat. My sharp eye lingered on one of her wings, deformed and gnarled at it's base. Was she a flightless bird? 'All the better...

Stepping forward, I forced my way through the last bushes that had concealed me to tower over her while my lips pulled into a smirk. Though she was so very petite, I had seen yearlings larger than her, she was indeed a mare given by the elegant grace and feminine curves. Oh how I wished that the sickness had not taken my sense of smell, stealing the opportunity for me to inhale the sultry scent of a young woman. "A little black bird like yourself should not be wandering a forest like this on your own, you'll never know what kinda of devils you may come across." My sinister gaze settled on the trail of ooze that seeped from her sockets and lips, similar to to the tar that streamed down my own face. Little bird was also infected? "I see you've already come across some dangers untold..." An arrogantly knowing smirk spread across my lips as I stepped closer, tossing my horns to the heavens as I circled around her. "Tell me, little black bird, what brings you to the devil's doorway?"

Handlers? Was this little bird already someone's pet? Clearly, she was not the most obedient of sorts if she was 'misplaced' so easily, so much like my own lost pet that I had given up on. Morphine. Her very name sent an angry shudder down my spine, my muscles clenching as the memory of her perfect physique flashed through my mind. Despite all my efforts, it seems that my phantom still haunted me, taunting me with her ability to so easily shake me off her trail. This little bird was so different from her, at least in appearance. But her choice of words sent my ears pinning back into my shaggy mane, upper lip pulling back with a silent snarl as the bird mirror my movements.

"The dark and all the malicious creatures that may hide in it's shadows do not scare me, I have no fear of wandering alone, it's where I belong after all." I ignored the strange way she talked, chalking it up to the fact that she may have come from a different land with a different language. The shift of her body language did not go unnoticed by my keen eye, the corner of my lips pulling back into a satisfied smirk as her feathers began to puff out. It was amusing, to say the least, this tiny little black bird getting her feathers in a fluff already over some simple words. When she attempted to question me in return, I could not surpress the chuckle that rumbled out from my throat. Oh, this could not have been any more pleasant for me. "My reason? I need no reason, do you expect me to believe that I have come across a devil as well?"

The tone was sarcastic, mocking her own flat words that lacked any weight in them. I would call her out on her hollow bluff, I would see this young bird crack and snap beneath my own abilities. "You are no devil or witch, not even a demon's whore. A little bird, that is what you are, trying so hard to stand up to the snake that has found you grounded with a gimp wing." I sneered, tossing my crown towards her as I closed in some of the distance between us to point out her mangled appendage. "Though, I admire a woman who thinks she could pull such a feat against me, and I have seen them before. However, you are not one of those women, Little Bird. " The cold words were hissed out with a lash of my tail, teeth snapping sharp on her new pet-name as tar and saliva dripped from my lips.

"Oh, but of course you're in a game Little Bird...All of life's nothing but a simple game, the complexity depends on the players. The question is not whether or not you are in a game, it is whether or not you are the player, or the pawn." As the little black black bird got her feathers in a ruffle, trying to rear up and flee from the situation, I pinned my ears with anger. "Ah-ah-ah!" My taunting voice scolded just before I reached forward to snatch at the banner that she unintentionally (or maybe, intentionally?) waved in my face. Teeth bared as I aimed to yank her back to me, her petite frame turned away from me and her back exposed dangerously. Why yes, this was a fun game after all. With a mouthful of her tail, my nares flared to send a breath of hot air over her rump, deliberately pointing out to her the mistake that she made.

What foolish child would turn their back to a predator, thinking they could simply walk away unscathed? Indeed, this little bird was a pawn in my game of sinful intentions. It mattered not to me what she thought she was, nor how brave she imagined herself to be. I would break her down, ensare her in my traps and beat her into submission if need be. "I don't believe that I gave you permission to leave." The dark words were hissed as I spat out her tail, auds firmly pinned into the tangles of my mane as I stared her down from behind, daring her to make a move against me.

From here, I could see every angle of her tiny little frame with the enhanced eyes that this God-forsaken illness had given me, towering over her from behind from our sheer height difference alone. The way each strand of hair fell down over the nape of her neck, the gentle beat of her pulsing veins underneath the ebony silk of her coat, the tension of her muscles trembling with each movement, the rises and dips of the curves of her body, the way her wings tucked close to her body and the way each feather snugly held onto the next. Now that she was released from my physical grip, my lips trailed along her flank, up her spine and towards her wings and leaving a trail of the black tar wherever I touched. "Y'know, it's a shame about these wings...To already be subjected to the life of a mutant is one thing Little Bird, but to have one of them be so...grotesquely misshapen...Such a pity. I could always even them out for you. Or even resolve you of them completely."




OOC: Sorry for the wait! If you want me to change anything let me know, I went by your signature saying that some force is allowed but I can change it if you'd like.

Her breathy laugh surprises me as she whips around with a sudden sense of control, facing any conflict head on as she speaks with words that gave away just how weak she was beneath my steely gaze. "Oh? Are you not having any fun?" I'll admit, the petite little mare was proving to be more courageous than I had initiallygiven her credit for. Although that was not to say that I admired the Little Bird's bravery, her feigned cooperation merely a mask that she wore for reasons that were unknown to me. Perhaps she was actually trying to prove that she was more than just a pawn in my game? It mattered not to me whether or not she was having fun in this twisted scene of events, for I was greatly entertained.

Little Bird did nothing to defy my selfish gaze, hungry eyes taking note of the small shudders of her muscles, a mischievous smile lurking on my lips as I appreciated her trembles. Oh what other ways could I make this Little Bird quiver? Devilish fantasies began to flash through my mind, sinister desires that painted a bloody masterpiece burned into my brain and clawed at my flesh just begging to be made into a reality. My ears burned with the ache to hear her screams, a compilation of fear and desire, of despair and defiance, a private melody that could would kindle the fires of the devil's hearth that was my soul. Feeling her flesh quake as my lips traced the curves of her bodice, driving myself further under her skin with every touch, every word that coiled around her like a snake constricting it's prey, she speaks. A rejection of my offer, a refusal to my command that should have sent a dagger of irritation into my infected emotions but instead brought on a flare of heat in my loins.

Still close to her body, I tucked my chin to let the tip of my flame shaped horn replace the touch of my lips. Ever so gently, I pressed forward into the nape of her neck, relishing in the resistance of her muscles and daring to pierce her should she make the wrong move. Little Bird would be far from the first to add her blood to my horn, further adorning my crown with the rubies of her life source. "Is that so? Then tell me, Little Bird. What do you want?" The temptation in my own deep voice was heavy in the air, attempting to coax out the shivers that ran down her spine and trigger the very instincts that kept her here for this long. Fear and panic could only do so much to keep a mare in my control, hypnotized by the threatening language of my body and the promises of an extinguished future dancing on my tongue. But there was always more to it than that.

Call it seduction, curiosity, hormonal instincts, rebelling against the norm...Call it whatever you wished, there was usually something that kept a mare like Little Bird around, because it was when the fear took over...That was when they would flee, that was when they would make the mistake of turning their backs to me and begging for their salvation. Their terror would always end up their demise while their curiosity over my allurement trapped them like a fly in my web, a toy for me to play with, a pet for me to keep around for the sake of my own entertainment. Whether she realized it or not, Little Bird was quickly becoming one of those mares, even when she thought I was long gone.

The mare surprises me by her distant voice, the far off look in her eyes that showed just how seriously she was taking my question into consideration. My auds flicked forward with intrigue, tousled forelock falling over my delicate ears as I tilted my crown ever so slightly. 'I want to be needed.' I could hardly suppress my snort, dark eyes rolling back as she spoke of how greatness was never foretold for her. What a ridiculous aspiration to uphold oneself, to be "needed." There were plenty of souls that considered themselves 'needed' in this world, yet those are the ones that are so easily replaced. To allow yourself to be deluded into thinking that you could even possibly be "needed" was to allow yourself to admit that if you died the next day, you'd be replaced. A foal can find another mare with child should it's mother die, an empty rank can be filled by the next qualified applicant from the dozens in line, a so-called loyal mate will bed the next hot piece of ass they see as soon as they realize you will no longer be in the picture. To be needed was nothing more than a phrase to keep one placated into doing what others wished, just as easily as I could say that I needed to feel this mare beneath me.

She turns the conversation around on me, just before I could raise my lips with a sneer, she redeems herself by returning the question towards me. The sneer quickly transitions back into the familiar smirk as I lifted my crown, at last pulling the tip of my horn away from her while still keeping my distance within striking range. "To be wanted. I want to be craved with desperation that evokes borderline obsession, I want to embed myself so deeply into the minds of my pets that from every shadow they peer into they find themselves hoping, wishing, praying to their gods that I will step out for them. At the same time, begging for the sake of their own sanity that I will never haunt them again. I understand the desire to be needed, but anyone that is needed is easily replaced. To be wanted, desired, coveted in ways that the mind of a victim struggles to even comprehend...That, Little Bird, is an accomplishment."

The entire time I spoke, my hooves took agonizingly slow and sure-footed steps, deliberately pressing the sides of my barrel against the tucked wing of woman while I made my steps behind her. At any moment, she had ample opportunity to make a daring attempt to escape or even attack me, but my dark, oozing gaze kept locked with her own. "I get the feeling you want more than you are leading on, Little Bird..." Mentally I swore at the Gods for cursing me with this sickness that had stolen away my sense of smell, ears pinning back with frustration that I could not take in a deep breath of her intoxicating scent. Another day, I would be sure to find this Little Bird again, imprint her perfume in my mind. I waltzed behind her, swinging my rear around so that I was now standing behind her with my chin hovering over her flanks. Tucking my crown just slightly to paint her side with the sludge that drooled down my face, lips dancing along with a gentle nibble before giving a sharper nip without warning, I rumbled deeply. "Now Little Bird..." I stepped forward once, bumping my muscular chest against her tail with slight force while the heat within me ignited into a burning flame. "Do you want me?"

I gave her only seconds to answer, and it would only take one word.