It wasn't even that I particularly cared for the stallion, as it were. I simply enjoy wreaking havoc, and as far as I could tell, this would be the ultimate prank. It wasn't the steed's fault, or anything to do with him. The hatred that fueled my burning desires was directed inward, at the weakling with whom I am unfortunate enough to share a body with. It would be a lovely joke of the gods, to trap two such different faes in the same form, forever battling for control. I'm sure they laugh about it on a regular basis. So perhaps my anger wasn't all at my weaker half, but, c'est la vie - I could do nothing about the gods. But her I could torment to my heart's content. I must admit, it is particularly satisfying that she hasn't a clue that I exist.

A soft chuckle bubbled from my lips. "Flattery, my dear, is a mare's greatest weapon," I informed him, that seductive smile growing wider. I stalked closer, venturing to brush against his body with my own, flicking my tail in his general direction. I knew how to be alluring. And if that particular plan failed, I would, in the very least, run him off, and the weakling would return to no one. Again. Facing away from him, he would not see the malicious glint in my eyes at the thought of her pain. I was sure to erase the feeling as I twined myself back around to his front. "I do hope that my skills in that area are as strong as ever," I added, an afterthought. What better way to lure him in than to invite him to compliment me in return?

I knew that I was having some effect on him. This encounter was almost certainly not what he had been expecting, but it would do for him, no doubt. Stallions are all the same - they will use you and abuse you, but where are they at the end of the day? Gone. Luckily I am not blinded by the same pretty fantasies as the weakling, and I knew how to use their strength against them. Besides, I did not need a stallion for my plans. I could cause confusion well enough on my own. The stag would simply make it fun, and much more interesting to observe. At least once I was returned to my prison, I would have plenty of entertainment.

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[OOC | Haha, Tamira's evil side wasn't quite what I was going for originally either. ^^' These characters seriously write themselves...]