She was stoic, flirting with fate with each strike. Her hooves strike the muscled side of the unfortunate unicorn with a sickening thud. This dance they've been performing in the open is coming to a close, their slick forms tempting one another with vicious bites and daunting lunges. Their savage brawl began with words thick and heavy with blood lust, each side exchanging foul insults before the first kicks were thrown. An eye was lost to Colt's true shot, leaving the brute vulnerable to attacks on his left. As her iron hooves strike upon his flesh for a final time, a grunt leaves her lips as her legs rise to collide with the man's open side. A violent screech tumbles from the stained lips of her opponent, his sides shutter with fatigue as he turns tail and runs just as a coward would. Steel eyes harden as he flees, a sick twist in her gut making her want to scream and mock his cowardice, but she knows that her shouts will fall on deaf ears. 

Turning with a shuddering body, her brows narrowed, she takes steps through the open field. How bruised her body was would soon be discovered as she crept closer to the flowing river. Under the sweltering heat of Tallsun Colt finds herself with bloodied gashes and trembling muscles in her legs. She grits her teeth, feeling the satisfactory pain in her body as she shifts her weight, teetering on the edge of the river. She slips in with an ungraceful half leap, that was more of a weak stumble and hop into the water, leaving her burning with self-loathing. She lets out a soft gasp at the feeling of cold water encircling her over heated form. She wades deeper until the water soaks into the fur of her sides, washing sweat and dirt from her body. Colt cranes her neck to take deep gulps of the liquid before turning back to face the shore. She gazes into the direction of the caitiff, a smirk playing upon her lips at her victory. The thought of such an arrogant man who had, pre-fight, told her that she would eat her words when she lost, running with his tail between his legs amused her so. He had been intimidated by someone as small as her, and although Colt knew her height could be of a disadvantage, she was also at an advantage of being underestimated. Fools they all were for thinking she was weak and pitiful, it made her roll over and cackle into the sky at their stupidity. 

She pulls her battered brass self from the current of the river, shaking herself off and letting her mane cling to her moistened neck. Whomever gathered enough courage to approach her now would find her in an almost sickeningly good mood from her victory, even if they held a horn or a wing she would treat them with a reputable sweetness in her tone. Such sweetness from Colt never lasted long however, and soon enough she'd become the venomous manipulator she's always been. 
"TALK TALK TALK"
colt just beat up some random unicorn lol oops c": 

The unexpected words brings Colt's head shooting up, unfamiliar voice tugging at her in her post-battle high. The voice is deep, rather gruff and rather alluring, Colt's eyes rising to meet the sight of the stranger who had witnessed her battle and bathe. What her steel sights are met with is a familiar body, mind drawing out the memory of the child who manipulated the earth beneath his hooves to create mounds and masses, who had an ongoing feud with a unicorn. She cannot even hide her surprise, eyes widened and jaw slack as she hungrily eats up the physique of the brute before her. 

He's taller now, much taller. The gargantuan stands above her, looking down at her with this look in his eyes. Her eyes wander to the taut black hide that stretches over his well-developed structure, the definition in his muscles making her weak. His chiseled features and sturdy, confident posture could bring her to her knees with the way he holds himself, powerful and dominating. Colt feels vulnerable under his crimson gaze, like he's eating her up as his eyes sweep over every inch of her flesh. Being surveyed by such a powerful man brings fire to her thighs as she feels his gaze burrowing into her. 

This was not the same boy she had met all the while ago with his new found magic and youth, this was a man who'd gotten a taste of battle and had a hunger for domination that could never be satisfied. His battles were well fought, apparent from the scarring along his body, making her curious as to how they were all received. 

She pulls herself together, smirking as she strides confidently towards the mysterious man, wet tail clinging to her inner thighs as she moves forward. "He was an arrogant fool, he underestimated my abilities and disrespected me." Her voice is rather low and casual, with a sharper edge. Her eyes settle upon the stallion, she's never going to get enough of his robust midnight body. The contrast between then and now was astounding, and had it been any longer and she may have never recognized him as being the squeaky voiced babe she'd seen so long ago. It slowly dawns upon her she'd never asked for his name, and had little interest in doing so. If he wanted to share, he would. For now, the topic would linger on her recent victory. "Did you like the show?" Colt asks, words spanned out as she talks in a rather lazy manner, her syllables spread and her tone lustful and rather guttural. She had known he'd been watching, she could feel his eyes on her as she had danced to the rhythmic panting of her and her opponent. 
"TALK TALK TALK"

He was giving her a show, flexing each muscle as her eyes ran over it. One to the other, she lets her tongue slip from its ivory prison to moisten her lips. Colt feels a grin begin to stretch across her dark lips, rather pleased that he knows. What a good boy man he was, showing off his best physical traits. It was almost as if he wanted her to thirst over his mass, to admire his strength. She felt like he wanted her to know how powerful he is, how much potential he had to be a dominating war lord (like his ancestors before him). Thoughts of him being held in the ranks of her Empire sends her into an ecstatic state, something that she needed. The red-eyed titan would be a prized addition to her Empire, and by the gods did she need him within it.  

He responds to her question, covering more ground, lessening the gap between them. She holds her breathe and raises her eyes as she takes in the finer details of his being. From this distance she can see the whiskers of his muzzle twitch with his words, his eyes (those hungry eyes) wandering over her wet curves, and gods does she feel precious here beneath this mammoth's gaze. She looks over the ever so rough appearance his features take on, the way his posture looks all the more intimidating from a closer position. 

Colt isn't one for relations, deeming them unnecessary. She distances herself from all, leaving them outside of this cursed wall she'd built so hastily during her childhood. This was a game to her, something that she would play until she got what she wanted. She would let this stallion in, she'd take his teeth upon her hide and his sweat slick skin rubbing against hers, she'd feel the constricting of his muscles against her own. His domination of her would be little more than a means of pleasure. Once it was all over she would let him slide from her view and become little more than an affair of the past. 

"Ah, that." She lets the syllables fall rather nonchalantly, neck craning to meet the stallion's crimson gaze. He brought up the conversation from their first encounter, what few words she had gotten out before a stallion interrupted. Perhaps it was a good thing that he had, because back then he was a mere boy, unfit for war. Now he was hardened by the harsh months and a suitable candidate for her empire. "I have a rather, delicious offer for you." She smirks and licks at her lower lip, giving the brute a long moment to wonder what she meant by delicious offer. "I am rebuilding my father's empire, an empire of equines. His goal was to show the whole of Helovia that we as a race are not weak, that we are superior. Our lack of wings and horns does not deter us from being the strongest." She turns herself away, giving the stallion a perfect view of her rump. She teases and taunts with the gentle sway of her hips as she looks into the river from which she had just risen. "Now that you're older, I think I can accept you into the ranks if you're interested. But this is a commitment, you need to be willing to work for me, and if all goes well you could end up working beside me." Colt turns again, eyes looking over the titan's features for a sign of interest. She slips closer to him, smirk still on her lips as she pushes herself closer to him until there's barely a breath between them. Her voice is hushed, quiet now, but still firm and filled with promise. " Maybe even now I can extend such a high position to you, if you can prove your worth." There's a moment between sentences where she holds her breathe and reaches up, as close to his ear as she can get (this was a time when her height was a curse). "So, titan, what do you say to my offer?"
"TALK TALK TALK"

With her body turned the way it is, eyes honed in on the coursing river ahead, rump pushed into the view of the midnight brute, she feels powerful. Colt feels in charge of this stallion's emotions, like her hands have grasped his mind and her grasp only strengthens with each gentle sway of her body. She sways her hips to a rhythm in her head, lingering there for a moment with her steel eyes colliding with the rushing current of the water before she shifts herself again. His eyes wander along her flesh, her post-battle wounds leave obstacles in his path of consumption. He eats her up like a hound to flesh, needy, lustful. Colt tempts him with rippling muscles and a gentle toss of her tresses, letting her wet mane stick in patches to her neck. 

Within close proximity, her lips just a hair away from his ear, she can hear his deep, husky noise of want. It sends sparks and shivers down her spine, her nerves tingling with impatience. She was a virgin, still pure and holy in the eyes of all. Never had she gotten close to a stallion in such an intimate way, never had she felt herself crushed between the earth and a sex driven brute. So Colt played this game blindly, feeling her way through with little hesitance, driven by her hormones and basic instincts. She knew what she wanted, she knew that the outcome was certain whether it happened today or tomorrow. A smirk plays out across her features, tentatively leaning closer into the titan's space. Pleasure courses through her veins, her body trembling with desire at the words that slip from his tongue. She reaches in towards his ear (what a gentleman he lowered his head for her), whispering, "I'm well aware." Her voice is low and lathered with lust and need. Colt parts her lips and reaches forward, intent on nibbling softly along the ears' velveteen edge before retracting. 

A sharp inhale is taken as his muzzle travels along her neck, dragging painfully slow down her skin, following the curvature of her muscles until it reaches her shoulder. She looks down at the stallion's crown, her gut twisting and fiery desire burning between her thighs. Oh what she would let this man do to her, the list went ever on as she feels his hot breath rolling over her moist hide, leaving her weak kneed and breathy. The moment ends as he draws himself back, leaving cold air to collect around her shoulder and her muscles to tense. Colt doesn't realize how utterly delicious that contact is until it's gone, leaving her craving more. 

His decline of her offer leaves her stunned, though she makes no effort to show it. Instead she nods her head, slow and understanding. So be it. If he believes he is not ready just yet, she will give him time. There was no need to rush him into the ranks of her empire. Not yet. As a just and understanding Emperor, she would let his rejection of her invitation slip by without so much as a second glance. "I understand, but... may you ever change your mind, this offer remains." Colt lifts her eyes from his charcoal breast to the white that caresses his features, lips slightly parted as she searches for more to say. There is nothing more to say, as this important topic is pushed aside by their basic needs. Colt meets the giant halfway, lips reaching out to meet his neck, to travel up along the muscles that rise from his figure. 

If he was (for now) no use to her empire, she could certainly still use him as a personal means of pleasure. His decline of her appealing offer does nothing to waver the tremble of her eager thighs, which are burning up with a need. Colt's breathing is becoming less quiet, more noticeable as she urges herself another inch or so, trying to feel that prized contact between brass and coal. She swallows, an easily heard sound rising from her throat as she finds her mind exploding with desperation. Her body so easily wants to slip into this basic, animalistic ritual. 
"TALK TALK TALK"

Her ears prick forward as a shameless craving envelopes her being. Blood rushes through her, roaring in her coal auds as she feels hot breath against her flesh. Colt bites her lips and lets loose a trembling exhale, smirking. "Oh—" She lets out a breathy response, her lips trailing along the gargantuan's black hide, nipping gently as she made her way up to his ear. Taking her time, she feels the tensing of each muscle as she works his body, sensuous and precise. She leaves no piece of midnight flesh unadmired by her velveteen lips.

In exchange he begins to work at her own scarred flesh with nips that send sparks through her nerves, leaving her skin tingling and thighs quaking. Her withers twitch at the sensation of being pulled and kneaded with blunt teeth. Colt feels intoxicated by her lust, body overcome with this need to be dominated. She's overwhelmed by the most basic desire, whining softly at the feeling of a particular bite that sends her into an ecstatic high, a gentle gasp escaping from her lips. Here she was, weak kneed for a stallion formed from fire and stone. Her emotional attachment to him was little, her only goal was to get relief from her bothered loins and be off into the dark of night with nothing but the sensation of his moist coat flush against her own. 

He pushes forward, chest pressed flush against hers with their exchange of contact that's hot and needy. She leans into their shared flesh as she reaches up to nip at his cheek, closing her eyes and grinning. Oh how close she was, how exhilarating this felt. To be wanted like this, to be needed like this, it drove her mad. Colt watches the younger equine's expression closely, watching his alabaster brow raise in questioning. She tosses her head, locks falling along her neck as she tauntingly sways her hips. She turns, letting him admire the curvature of her structure before she flicks her tail in show of her readiness. Well aware of the consequences, of the possible outcome of this affair, Colt allows despite such. She wants to dance on the edge of chance and let him take her, her deflowering insignificant in the eyes of her drunken carelessness. 

Colt lets herself be dominated, lets this young man bring himself upon her with lust in his eyes and power between his thighs. It's desperate and needy, hot breathes and sharp grunts exchanged in the droning silence. She slips into a high, the stench of pleasure and sweat colliding as they commit sin together beneath the gaze of the clear sky.  
"TALK TALK TALK"