cut the flesh and make it bleed;; (open)

[smeegal]

^{fresh skin is what I need.}

The gray mare walked into the meadow, her body shivering slightly with the anticipation of being in a new place, new people, new...playtoys. She smirked and moved into a smooth trot, her head held high. Her gait resembled at excited racehorse, ready to go into the gates for a important race. You'd think she was about to race against Man O' War, of course, if he was still alive.

The gray brindle flicked her tail, prancing in place slightly, graceful as a dressage horse. She finally stopped in place, looking around with her light blue eyes. Such strange coloration for such a nutcase mare! She was so good at blending in though, yet, like an oxymoron she was openly crazy. She lowered her dark colored muzzle to sniff at the lush, green grass in front of her.

She snorted and took a few mouthfuls, obviously hungry from her journey. She pawed at the ground, flicking her tail at the annoying flies by her flank. Hopefully a stallion worthy enough for her would approach. She wouldn't take kindness as a option.

She lifted her head again, rolling her eyes. Stallions prancing around like college boys in a frat, trying to claim as many mares as possible to have the bigger, better herd. Mares just agreeing, hoping to find love and affection. Please, there was no such thing in the wild. No, such, thing.

[galadriel]

M.A.D. H.A.T.T.E.R.

"Now the Mad man has come to play the game.."

"Yes, I am called 'Mad', do you have a problem with it?", the mustang stallion snorted as the stubborn mare trotted off. He hated it when one questioned his name, what more was there it was who he was. Mad stomped the ground and thrashed his tail narrowing his maroon pupils as all the other mares walked off in a 'I'm better than you' prance. He gritted his teeth and stalked off galloping to the east, a few moments later his ears swiveled around to a very weirdly colored mare grazing by herself.

No stallion around, she seemed to be alone. Mad tensed his muscles trotting over to the shaded trees, he hated being in the sun because the rays were attracted to his shiny black coat. What he wouldn't give for a lighter one like the mare had. He shifted his gaze upon the mare once more and walked over to her with no hesitation, maroon eyes still narrowed a bit as he dotted the line of trees.

The mustang stepped out of the shade and into the sun once more blinking to re-adjust to the light. Stepping over to her, he spoke in a stern, loathing and scratchy voice like he did with the white stallion named Satian he'd met about a day ago. "Who're you..", he barked it more like a command than a question, eyeing her face, he was alerted to anything that might happen so the stallion half heartedly waited for a responce.

[smeegal]

The brindle nutcase had already lifted her head, knowing the black stallion had planned to approach her. She had thought she saw the same stallion talking to a stuck up mare that seemed to planly walk away from him, like he wasn't good enough. Interesting, wonder what is problem was? She snickered to herself with her cheeky, playful laugh, rolling her blue eyes.

She blinked as the stallion approached her finally from the trees. His shiny, ebony coat shone in the sun and she couldn't help but feel sorry for him, for a millisecond anyways. That poor soul with the sun, she could understand why he hid in the shadows. Not that she cared. She snorted at the thought that rolled though her head, her flank shivering with the annoying flies. You think that all the flies would be dead with the changing weather!

Her eyes flicked back at the stallions harsh words. Aisling, She said with her voice harsh. And who the hell are you? She asked, raising a curious eyebrow. And why are mares avoiding you? Well, probably for the harsh, demanding tone. Didn't really bother her, but she could see why it would bother other, stuck up mares. They wanted there man whores to 'love'. She snickered at her own thoughts, lowering her head slightly.

[galadriel]

The mustang flicked and ears and blinked at the mare with one of his all un-famous blank faces. "Nice..to meet you, Aisling....", Mad paused slightly, nothing emotional got passed this guy. "My name's Mad..That's who the hell I am..", repeating the mares word rolling them off his tongue disgustingly.

He snorted some and flicked his ear again swatting a fly away. Indeed the changing weather haden't killed them but at least it had ridden most dead. The maleslashed his tail across the ground flinging a blade of grass up. His eyes were now locked onto this mare, interested in whatever game he could play with one that acted just like him.

Stallions and mares walked in the other direction as they sensed evil emitting from the two figures talking over something. They gave Mad very quick and menacing glances as they passed by thrashing their tail. But, he seemed not to notice or at least didn't care. He flipped both ears back and turned his head snorting and stomping his foot once at a passing stallion, making the stallion move at a quicker pace.

[smeegal]

The brindle Thoroughbred couldn't help but mock the stallion, mainly because he had mocked her first. She made her voice as deep as it could go and put the most dull face she could pull, which was a bit hard for the mare. She wanted to scrunch her nose like she always did while mocking people, which is did often.

My name is Mad. That's who the hell I am, She couldn't help but make her voice sound more annoying then needed. She scrunched her nose rather cutely, showing her teeth as she stretched forward to get closer to the stallion. Of course, she violently pulled away with a childish squeal.

She couldn't help but chuckle at the glares they were both getting, more on the lines of Mad who was getting the looks. She pinned her ears back and seemed to threaten almost every equine who came close enough too her, pulling some names, nipping some rumps.

She couldn't help but find the stallions actions as a invitation to play a game. The game of intimidation, that's how she saw it. She couldn't help but give Mad Hatter a playful grin, stomping her hoof.

[galadriel]

Mad made a snide smirk at the mock sentence he had made. He chuckled, and continued to play the 'game' trying not to laugh as he did so. "Well, Nice to meet you Mad. I'm Aisling.", he smirked again but more devilishly than before. Enjoying himself, the stallion stomped his hoof back twice inhaling and making a sharp snort lifting his lips up into a big foolish grin. Almost like he didn't know a thing.

He swished his tail and looked at her eyes a bit more soft than before. Indeed, she was a bitch but she was Mad's kind of a bitch. There were rarily any mares like Aisling around here, or any stallions for that fact either. Mad was pleased to know that another crazy horse was living on Night Sky Equines land. She seemed to know the invitation of the game and answered, he flipped both ears forward. Perhaps, something would come up.

[smeegal]

The gray mare stomped her hoof and shook her head out, her mane flying wildly around her neck, though it fell neatly the way to was meant to go. She didn't try to look 'perfect' it just happened. She half reared, crashing her hooves down close to the stallion with a devilish smile.

She then stood up straight, looking him straight in the eyes with her blue eyes, eyebrow raising slightly. Did his expression soften? So the big, rude stallion did have emotions! She giggled and touched noses with the stallion quickly, taking in his scent. She snorted, backing away slightly, giving the stallion space.

So big, bad Mad actually has emotions, hmmm? She asked, her blue eyes bright and playful. If she wasn't a obvious nutcase, she probably would be a very friendly mare, but the way she was raised...man. You should have met her brother before he became MIA. Huge, twisted, bearded stallion. Used to travel with him before he disappeared. She believed he was still alive, just trying to lose her. What a jack ass.

So Mad, what brings you here? Trying to claim mares for your lil' herd like every other stag here? She asked, chuckling. The stallions that were getting more then him, obviously with his sharp tongue.

[galadriel]

The black mustang's gaze went back to hardened when she said the word 'emotions', the one most word he despised. After she had her little ordeal of rearing and touching his nose, which he would have to sanatize after, he heard the most obvious question anyone would ask here.

Mad inhaled and exhaled blinking on his blank face again. "No..I'm not here to claim pathetic mares that dwindle near these parts...I switch between my home in the graveyard and the Claiming grounds, don't ask why.", The stallion snorted with that and thrashed his tail once.

The realization of her actually being a 'nutcase' came into his mind. It did occur to Mad that she could be just as crazy as himself. What a lovely thought that was! She did seem a bit more off than the rest, at least she wasn't as stubborn and obnoxious as the other mares. The wind blew lightly making his long forelock of hair go over and cover his maroon eyes as he stood there watching what he could through starnds of raven black mane.

[smeegal]

She raised an eyebrow as his facial expression seemed to harden once more, causing her to sigh. Really? What a damper! She rolled her eyes and chuckled darkly slightly. Even big, bad stallions smile, Mad. She said with a 'matter of fact' tone and facial expression. Yeah, she was a smart ass. She knew very well.

She was a crazy lady and she showed emotions! It made everything more fun, more twisted, obviously. Oh, secretive, eh? She asked, stepping forward and chuckling once more. Secrets were not fun, they made her curious and demanding. She just had to know! She was nosy, but people were usually smart enough not to keep things from her. If she didn't like this so called secret, she would snap and get violent.

Oh, they way her mind worked. Have you... She asked with a innocent tone, her eyes looking puppy dogish. Ever killed something or someone? She asked, her toothy grin appearing once more, one eyebrow raised. Ya' look like you could. She said with a school girlish giggle.

[galadriel]

Mad pondered upon this question. he had, when only about two and a half years old, fought his father and won. "Well, I've only killed once..I was fighting my father and won.", he swiveled one ear around breathing slowly. He was now becoming un-sure of these questions, so much that he tensed his neck showing his muscles.

ooc{{short post xD

[smeegal]

Oh yeah? She asked, watching as his neck muscles tensed. Yes, I've killed one equine myself. She said, her face becoming dull, emotionless. Father tried to replace my mother, so I had to kill that home wrecking slut. She said, her tounge as sharp as knives. She hated that mare, that stupid mare tried to act like her mother, but didn't do it well.

[galadriel]

Mad cackled at Aisling's words. "Have fun doing that, did you..?", he cocked his head flicking one ear while listening. Mad rarily knew his father, but when he had met him, the bloody asshole tried to kill him on sight. Mad wasn't one to have loose ends in his world, they needed to be tied up and thrown to the dogs. After winning the fight Mad washed his hooves like a natural 'gentleman' and returned to what he was doing before his father came into play. The stallion wrenched his mind back to the mare forgetting his manners of the mafia. "Aisling..would you like to do 'something', before I go more...mad than my..name?", he blinked at her yawning.

[smeegal]

Yes, yes I did. She said softly, her voice not it's usually peppy self. I'd gladly do it again too! She said, stomping her hoof, the sweet smile returning to her face. She looked at his face intensely, searching for his emotions on such topic. Yeah, his name was Mad, but was he has mad as she? Was she has mad as his name stood for?

She then rose an eyebrow. 'Something'? What the fuck is 'something'? She asked, ears pointing forward with interest.

[galadriel]

"I don't know, just something interesting. Normally I take my leave after talking, but you..are interesting in itself.", he snorted and swiveled both ears forward blinking at her again. His emotions weren't showing at this time, but this one horse, this mare seemed to see through him. The stallion wondered about her a lot now. He would have to take his leave soon indeed.