Angora had seen him play along. Taunting her to use her magic. "You know it's dangerous to make fun of something that strikes my fancy." The mare cooed, eyebrow crooking upward as she stood with a solid, confident stance. Pale eyes flashing with mischief, an underlying hint of malignant lingering in their shallow pupils. "You never know when one can take them away." She ended, her voice a soft purr as she lavished the male with her unaltered gaze. Relaxed though every nerve ending on her body remained tuned, awaiting whatever the succulent beast had to say to her next - tail lashing between her thighs as she allowed her words to once more touch the air around her inky lips. "But what is a lady without her manners, names Angora, and you?" She extended her velvety muzzle back and faced it to the coil horned beast, aiming to delicately, her gaze fluttered to him. A delicate ear perked forth atop her skull from within the thick locks of his ebony forelock that tangled swayed above her sweet forehead, multiple strands hooked around her dark eye where they had twisted there and remained untouched, an unruly look of a vagabond who cared about her feminine looks.

"Bonjour," She said slowly to this new stallion, the word soft on her tongue and evidently one she had spoken before, though she utters it, with faint humor, for she knew these stallions would not know, as though she found her language amusing, it would most likely be taken as a strange foreign word. "Only when there's something worth my time," She mused, her head arching proudly atop a serpentine nape as she eyes them, fascinated, curious, desiring of the lavish beauty that hovers before her, her figure poised like that of a cobra waiting to strike. Refined features flickering pale iris's onto his brawny stature as an amused smirk slipped over her inky lips. Fully thick tail slashed between her cannons, angular neck curling to bring her crown to it's full level as the femme fatale remained poised in front of the snorting gargoyles. Her tail swayed once or twice back and forth. Magic floating through the air. She could feel power surge through her veins. These two boys would be caught in her presence. They'd trip over their tongues as drool slithered out of their mouths. She could tell they'd be in love with the femme. It'd be short, but true.

They were her toys now.


OOC: Magic: 1/2 - Type: Love - For: Her. It lasts up to six posts in any thread. They will both fall madly in love (If player wants) with her for this time, and it is impossible to understand why you feel this way unless you have had flirting magic (Dark) on your character before. They will have no clue what so ever otherwise.