He was bored. The prey in the lands was limited to a few ragged and elderly mares. The large Shire had limited desire to be with them, even though very rarely did he have a limited desire to do anything, particularly when mares were involved. He paced anxiously in the lands, searching for a good looking mare that had not already been snatched up by one of the stallions that were searching as relentlessly as he. Oh sure, they would give noble reasons for taking the mares, but Abyss no longer believed in noble intentions. He had none of his own, why would any other stallion.
He huffed anxiously and impatiently. It had been too long since he had been with a mare. He gave a sideways glance at a stunted, grey mare that stood nearby with her head to the ground grazing. Disgusted he turned away, there had to be a gem among the stones. Though not typically picky, he had standards and none of the mares satisfied his standards.
He dropped his head to ground and grazed for a few moments. Waiting. Waiting...he would wait until one worth his time came.
KEAHI
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen, Kann verbrennen kann euch blenden
The winds are icy, but at least the snow has stopped and a bit of winter sun is permitted through the canopy of heavy clouds. Her breath forms to small clouds as she exhales, tiny crystals of ice forming in her beard with every exhale. Cloven hooves break through the crust of the snow, creaking slightly under her weight, the noise quickly absorbed by the thick carpet of white that engulfs everything. She saunters through the woodlands, heading south for the warmth of Helovia’s Heart. After meeting her Heavenly Father in the miserable Frostbreah Steppe, Keahi sees no further reason to remain in the blistering cold that she so thoroughly detests.
Under the cover of the trees, the snow is scarce, but so is the light. Every now and then, a sunray graces her form; glistening vividly in her onyx hide as a slight shiver of cold runs through her. The Threshold is only serving as a shortcut, passing through she has no desire to get acquainted with the silhouettes passing by. Unlike them, Keahi thrives best with solitude and would hardly find it within her to submit to the rule of others.
Tangled tresses decorate her skinny nape in a web of black silk, proudly poised as she strides along, hips swaying softly with every movement. Despite her odd, bony looks, there is elegance about her, and confidence shines through her amber-flecked emeralds. Her eye is caught by a large black stallion, pacing around on his own as if he is searching for something. She slows down for a moment, her lion’s tail whipping behind her lazily as she studies him. Like a cat spotting a fat mouse, she lowers her cranium slightly while scrutinizing him, and then seemingly floats as she moves closer.
Keahi is not entirely sure why she approaches him, but a thin smile plays on her velvet lips as she arrives upon his location. “ You seem lost, old man. Looking for something, it appears,” she speaks, voice like airborne satin as it crawls across her kissers and drifts into the air between them. Halting, the femme raises her head and looks him in the eye, an undecipherable look in her green eyes.
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Though her looks left something to be desired, the stallion had to admire the elegance that she exuded. The swing in her hips, the way she moved, it all reeked of seduction and beauty. She was not the best looking mare had seen, bones and knotted mane with a whipping lion tail rather than the type of tail he'd grown accustomed to. She was not beautiful, but she was...captivating.
He watched her draw closer, analyzed her with each step she made toward him. A smirk twisted his lips as she stepped within speaking distance, her voice silkily making its way toward him. She was black, like himself, with a horn protruding from her forehead. Another horned mare, how many of them had he encountered now, each of them different. It seemed that the horned headed ones were the most spicy, most likely to react to him violently than to willingly submit. Perhaps she would provide as entertaining a game.
"I seem to have found that which I was looking for," the stallion's baritone rumbled out. The words old man rankled, for he knew he was no longer young, but so few of the mares commented on it. His age, years he had long since forgotten as they blurred together, was just a number. The older stallion had experience young stallions desired, and the strength to back it up yet. Additionally, his bulk lent him plenty of intimidation.
KEAHI
Die Sonne scheint mir aus den Händen, Kann verbrennen kann euch blenden
Keahi isn’t one who is played, she is the player. Her façade remains suitably neutral as she studies him, emerald sight running cross his large, black body with heavyset bones and feathering to match in shade. She commented on his age, but finds it hard to say exactly how old he is; holding up nicely, she would have to admit. Keahi has no preference in the age-department; young stallions are dumb and old stallions are boring. Yet still, she couldn’t seem to leave either alone.
Arching an eyebrow at his words, a smirk crosses her charming features, emerald eyes glistening with amber flecks. “ Only few can say as much. Some of us never stop searching,” she purrs, not the slightest intimidated by his size. Then again, Keahi is never intimidated by anyone. “ It was me you were looking for. But we have never met, if so I would be able to recall. There are plenty of mares around, but those do not suit your liking,” she muses, her usual guessing games.
Circling him slowly, she moves like a large cat, muscles rippling under her thin, onyx hide. She does not approve of this cold weather, dreams herself away secretly to the desert in the south, but her plans have been postponed for a moment. “ A name… Something dark to suit the coat, something powerful,” she goes on, lobes perked in his direction as she settles a few feet behind him. Cloven hooves scrape at the snow, but only very poor foliage is found below, and she grimaces, not wanting to sink her teeth into the brown strands of what used to be grass. Who knows, might be she’ll take a bit out of Abyss instead.
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Scrawny though she was, unattractive though he thought her, he was intrigued. The mare thought to play a game. It was not often he encountered one who desired as much. Most of them either detested him or trusted him too soon, a trust he broke almost immediately. How many mares had he broken in that manner? Enough. Would this one be broken? He didn't think so, but yet he would play her games for now.
"They are tolerable, if one is to be honest. But why settle for commoners when you seeks a queen? They don't hold the interest, barely draw attention to themselves. As if they are afraid to do so." The stallion pondered that thought a moment. Were they afraid to do so? He had never truly contemplated that.
He waited as she circled him, speaking softly, asking of his name in a manner he head never been asked it. He remained silent, dark eyes watching the sway of her body as she passed before his eyes. Behind him, the rustle of snow stops and he is tempted to turn to pierce her with his eyes, but not yet, not just yet. He hardly trusts keeping his back to her, but he can turn to face her if she attacks.
"Abyss," he responds, "they call me Abyss, and you?"
”Abyss,” she purrs, tasting his name as it slips past charcoal lips. ”They call me many things, though rarely anything pleasant,” she replies to his question without actually doing so, flicking her lion’s tail over her hocks swiftly. The smile on her lips tightens a bit as she remembers her numerous heated encounters with the Edge king Mauja, and not least the nickname that he gave her. “Skækja,” she says, as if it was her real name. This steed is but a random encounter, an alias is all he will have to know. The black minx does not trust easily, as she has found it to be most damaging, not to say a huge disadvantage.
From her position standing behind him, she walked forward, brushing her body against his ever so slightly, before turning to face him again. Unlike the mares he talks about, Keahi loves attention, especially when coming from the opposite sex. She is a skilled seductress, but she is not easy and if he thinks so, he will be greatly disappointed. “A queen… Exquisite tastes. I wonder where one would expect to find such,” she spoke, grinning. Taking a few steps forward, she felt restless from being in one place to long and looked up at Abyss. “Walk with me,” was all she spoke, not a question but and order. With a flick of her tail she walked past him, letting the tip of her tail whip at his broad chest playfully.
[OOC: Sooo sorry i took so long, and this sucks - forgive me?]
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