A desire. A temptation. A lust. Three elements that led him to enter this forest.

Stalking silently through the mist it was clear this place was like home to him. He moved to easily and silently about, as used to such mist and chilly nights as a stallion horse could be. His coat was already bright and beautiful. The weather bothered him none and the mist lessened his vision. Besides, the scenery was nothing when a mare came into view. It seemed like one of his only friends was dead and left behind. He didn't have his family, but they didn't count as friends either. He couldn't complain about his old family to himself, but only because it annoyed his living flesh. The singing birds stopped when he drew near and got ready to fly. The squirrels ran up the nearest trees and hid in the branches. The bunnies didn't dare stay close or even be in the same area as him, but little did they all know Cameo would not hurt them. He did not feel the need to drain life from things so fragile as those animals.

He desired those of power to drink fro. Not literally, it was drinking his lust's fill. Perhaps he would gain some abilities from the mares on this land, though it was more likely he'd learn from stallions, but either way they made him learn. It was the evil beings filled with taint that made his balls jump into his body. To feel alive was great, and those who were cold and cruel made him wince and back off. He did indeed need a variety though. He always loved grullo and cremello mares. They hit him as the most glorious. The least regal was chestnut, for they were far to common in his eyes.

He hoped to find something interesting today as he played the role of the sweet stag waiting for it's next victim. Finally he stopped, his white legs threatening to buckle. He could barely feel the ground underneath his orange-beige hooves, but it was enough to tell him he was moving his legs still. He stopped and stood silently waiting, waiting for his 'prey'. Pale eyes caught glimpse of a horse. Flicking one ear forward he listens and watches.

Keen pale orbs had spotted her first. He looked up for one moment and there was a mare. She seemed like she was just strolling. Questions and assumptions turned to facts. The moment her eyes looked up and spotted him, she stopped abruptly and surprised. Well he didn't know if he would try out his skills with her. She seemed far too so so with even talking. He would just be normal with this one. He knew with her honesty would most likely be the right way. He wouldn't let his inner honesty out, but just some honesty. Honesty meant, usually, boring endless, suffocating speech.

Finally she spoke first. Softly and shocked. She may be a waste of his time, and this would just suck for his first mare. Finally he just switched a little. He up-righted his head and flexed his muscles subtly. Of course this could barely be seen. He answered her nervous hello. "Why hello maiden." It wasn't ecstatic and it wasn't dull. Just the perfect combination. Then her voice followed again. So this was Helovia? Didn't seem to special to him. "Thank you ma'lady. May I ask for your name?" Now it was manners? Inside his brain his thoughts wanted to race and not sit playing nice boy. He wanted to be a daredevil and find an equally wild mare to tie down.

He stood quietly with both ears relaxed. One to the side and one back. This conversation could already play through his head. He almost moaned then caught himself. He went into the opposite direction. He gave her a warm look as his pink lips curled into a warm and comforting smile. Waves of pleasant rolled off his body though all he wanted to do was tighten up and work to seduce her.

Stick with it. Bling up the conversation. Don't let her direct the conversation. Stick with it. He kept those thoughts rolling. He oozed that gushy and sappy comfort feeling. It sickened him inside. He couldn't even focus. He hated playing those comfort and sensitive types. Ew. I am going to DIE!" He continued metaphorically dying. Still his smile kept and showed no hints of his suffering.

No, he couldn't. He crumbled. "Why are you so surprised... Mare?" Basically racist. He hated her already. She was naive and ignorant. He relaxed his muscles and snapped his head up. He would taunt now. "Feeble mare, you are foolish. Why do you seem so torn into fractions? I know I am beautiful, but still..." He smirked at her and gave a wink. He would just call this one a mistake to be dealt with. He came really close to her. "Why are you still here, Beast?" He pinned his ears back. He was sick of his personas. He cooled down some, but knew nothing of how she'd act. He stared at her. "Sorry. I believe you are inferior, but I should have not done that." There was attuned accuracy when he said the word 'Inferior'. He believed it too.

She spat at him. The usual. "Baby, baby, I can smell you.." He sighed and took in a big heaving breath. "You smell like nothing, but pure muck, nothing regal. Mares with balls aren't pleasant. Forced words taunt their lips. They can only manage to portray this tough defiant character, but they are nothing. Harmless. Deprived of socialization. You are on that fine verge." He was being honest. Indeed honest with this. "My head wont be exploding anytime soon. I think highly of myself. This is bad for what reason? I can't think of myself as gorgeous? Darling, you are gorgeous too." He stepped closer. He just looked at her with his lush eyes and a bright face. "Sweets, nothing you say is true, but you haven't said anything about yourself." He stepped back away. He was actually surprised. She smelt good? What were these thoughts? No. He stayed strong no mare could get into his head. It was only lust and it grew every second. His words at the end of it all were honeyed sweet. He had let only a look-like glint of honesty evaporate in his words.

Why was he tom-foolering with her? Had she just snapped his lust open? Who cared? He got close once more. "You actually smell divine. The smell of the purest Lilly." He didn't smile though. He flicked his tail. His rough rogue mane was stripped into wavy bounces. His coat had a unique bright luster that she would possibly not forget. "If you wish to leave do so. Don't waste your time..." He let a beautifully acted sting of pain wash over his face. She would most certainly not be able to tell it was a lie. He continued however. "...On a stallion like me." He looked into her eyes with sadness. You'll be mine soon mare. Don't get killed until then. He shoot her a warm greeting smile with no bitter taunt attached.

He ignored most of her words and only replied to her last comment. "Well, if you find me so annoying I wouldn't see the hardness of walking away? You know dear, you seem very back and forth. Why do you not explain to me why it isn't that easy?" She smiled and and reached his pink muzzle towards her. He looked almost like an Indian horse. He smelt like one...

"Ma'lady, has it ever dawned on you that people have bad days?" He cocked his head and retreated his muzzle. Who was this mare anyways? Didn't she have any fun? She seemed too tough and cracked around the edges. Obviously her persona needed tweaking. "Dear, Don't you ever wonder what goes on in other horses' heads?" He gave her a gentle and fake sincerity Cameo smile. Well, should he not question her? Should he not peel layer after layer off of her?

A chime fallowed in his muscled chest, but rose out of his pink lips. Different tones for the 'strong', 'beautiful', odd, yet strangely religious in her own way mare. He flicked his cranium up and down. His mane perfect. The light hit it admirably and his coat had the equivalent. His perfect tone of blue eyes just gazed at her softly. He'd wanted to create some longing, but wasn't succeeding yet. Only, his lust formed, shaped, grew, and contrasted. He wanted her. He was a predator and she was game bird. He could sense that she may be a waste of all his time and little to medium efforts. Cranking it up would only be for.. 'special' mares.