Modern Day Casanova

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Rhys trotted across the field. His hooves amazingly silent but his breathing was a little loud. At least for him it was. He was struggling to absorb every sent around and one was his particular favorite...mares. They were every where, his large nostrils flared, pulling in more air and savoring the smell. Water, grass, trees, and the heavy musk of ready females that he so loved. Hopefully today would be an easy day. With a mare that would both allow and enjoy his company. The thick black mane he has almost covers his face but it was moved back to the velocity of this pace. A soft whinny left his mouth. It was calm but beaconing and loud enough to ring through the meadow like a cloud of fog covers land in the early morning. His favorite time. Dawn. It brought new promise every day. Even if he did not succeed one day, it would surely be erased by the blackness of night, and the dawn his tenacious spirit would be revived. The ebony steed lifted his head and snorted in a cocky manor. His eyes shining, against the sun. It was warm but not too hot. Enough that the stallion wouldn't break a sweat, and he was thankful for that. His sweat tended to be a light froth in some places and he detested it. The summers were spent near some sort of moving water. To keep him cool, but never to attract pests. The little demons could flare his temper worse than anything else.

His head shook as he came to a stop, his coal colored mane flying and landing every which way. Such a wild look yet still oddly sophisticated. He always appeared that way. A suave soul he was. His large hoof struck at the ground in a large slow motion. announcing further his presence. He wondered what it would take to spread his lines today. Would it be charm? Perhaps a white lie? Or even a larger lie, he had not a single problem with that, and was quite the master at it. The only thing he detested were foolish mares that wanted him to display his strength or fight for them. Honestly he cared far too little to do such a thing. It was obvious he was healthy and strong from his appearance, if they needed any more proof he was glad to move on to the next female...though he rarely had to.

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[Kate]

Delilah was a creature of impulse and desire. Young enough to have so many fancies about where she would go and what she would do with her day, old enough to be able to carry them out and naive enough to think that it would always work out for her. Everything so far had worked out for her so she saw no reason as to why this pattern changed. She wouldn’t go so far as to say that the world revolved around her exactly but she knew it often bent to her every whim and fantasy. The impulse for the day was to go to the claiming meadow- not because she wanted to be claimed because she didn’t want to be but there were bound to be a good number of stallions that would want to admire her and tell her just how beautiful she was. Though she knew this, they were really only reminding her of what she already knew and validating her existence as the beautiful ruby blazing wherever she went.
The dawn was cooling against the red of her coat and she was happy with this weather, spring was her favourite time. Though it was her first spring where she could properly be counted as a mare since she had now officially turned three. Not that she planned to allow the spring to put her in a precarious position. She would not fall for the flattery given to her by all who saw her at this time, or so she was determined to think. She played her natural trick of letting them butter her up and tell her exactly what she already knew and then denying them at the last hurdle. It was a fun game that Delilah enjoyed to play even if it was a little dangerous though that was probably part of the appeal.
She walked across to the centre of the meadow, allowing her elegant steps to take her there as she looked around to see what was on offer for her today. Her eyes sliding over a stallion the colour of the night sky before she passed her attention to grazing. She wasn’t so sure he was worth her time but then- who was? Next to no one in her opinion.

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The inky stud smelled her before he saw her. The heavy feeling in the pit of his chest made him nicker soft, but because of the distance it probably wasn't heard. For an hour or so the stallion stood, observing her do nothing but graze and ignore him. He wouldn't hide his heavy gaze. If she could see him watching her all the better. He loved this part. The first look, the first dance of passion. It was always better the first time. That was mainly due to how completely oblivious they were to each other's personalities. Sometimes, though not often, he would loose a mare on the first attempt.His tenacious spirit never let him end it there though. He'd never stoop so low as to couple with an unwilling female, but after time, they all bent to the will of him, and their own hormones.

He lifted his head as he approached her. The approach was direct, but slow, yet there was no hesitation in his step. Clearly saying without speaking a word that he was coming for the mare, he just intended on doing such in his own time. Everything was on his time, on his schedule, even if the mare thought he was submitting to her desire he knew exactly where he was going. The mistake of being caught off guard wasn't something he enjoyed.

Finally his thick black hooves came to a silent stop, and he stared intently at the lovely mare. Yes, she would suit his needs well if he could convince her. It'd been over a month, far too long for him to restrain during this season but he remain vigilant. The last thing he wanted was to disgust the female. His ears flicked back and forth and he looked away for a moment, thinking he'd heard something. No such thing though.

The steed wouldn't speak to her at first he decided. The way she carried herself said she thought much about her own appearance. He chuckled to himself, it was good because he did too. He circled the mare, thick muscles rippling under the thick skin that came with being a stallion. Slowly his body got closer to hers allowing his side to brush up against the mare, still making no noise. He made a quite not to memorize her sent in case she ran and he needed to pursue her at a later time. Finally he spoke up as he rounded her other side, brushing the tips of his fur against her in the lightest touch. "Hello." He said slowly, allowing her to clearly hear the tones of his voice. "Why are you here?" He said, locking eyes with the young mare, his upper lip threatening to curl from her lovely sent, yet he ignored it, standing tall and square now in front of her. Eyes intently watching her but in a soft way.

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[Kate]

”Come into my web”, said the spider to the fly...

She did indeed hear him as he nickered though he was not the only one and it was just something that Delilah was used to by now. It was now nearing late spring and she’d gotten through unscathed with a little bit more experience under her belt. Delilah knew that now was the time when stallions would be most interested and it would also be the time when she received the most compliments and more looks. And Delilah was more than aware for the hour she ignored him that he watched her- this wasn’t her first time dancing and it would not be her last- and she subtly watched him every so often to make sure he continued to watch. To ensure that the spotlight was on her crimson hide and nothing else.

Delilah continued to graze until he was very close to her and she took the opportunity to give him a once over. She didn’t seem to either approve or disapprove, neither outright rejecting him but she wasn’t vying for his attention all the same. She watched him take his own good time coming over to her and at once she knew that he was one of those silly and deluded little stallions who thought for a moment that he was in control of what was going to happen then he was very sadly mistaken. Delilah held the cards here and she knew exactly what he would be wanting and exactly what he would not be getting. Not that he needed to know that until after she’d grown bored of him.

She drew her head up, her ears flickering backwards slightly as he brushed against her. She didn’t really like a stallion touching her when she first met him, she had her boundaries and didn’t appreciate being rubbed up against. Delilah still did not kick him even if she was tempted to give him a little kick or a nip just to tell him to back off. Delilah preferred for the stallions to be a little further away for her. Though the fact he was close up meant that she did notice how strong he was, a fine specimen she would deny all the same. Just like so many others.
”Good morning,” she replied with her own honeyed tones. ”You know, some find it rather rude when stallions stare at you for an hour and then rub themselves up against you.” Delilah told him and flickered her ruby tail over her hocks. ”And I came down here from a whim and shall probably leave for the same reason when I get bored. Why the interrogation?” She asked with a slight snort of amusement.

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Rhys huffed pettily. "Rude?" He asked. This mare was too confidant and he needed to unnerve her a bit. He got closer, nipping at the top of her head just grazing the skin and giving her a low guttural grunt. She could kick him, but his skin was thick and she'd have to full out jump on him and bite and kick him repeatedly for him to bleed enough to be detoured.

"I can assure you that....rude. Was not..."He paused and thought to himself. Should he lie? It HAD been his intention to be rude but that upset most females to hear. He wasn't going to bother lying just yet though. "Actually no, that's not true. It was my every intention to be rude." Again he moved into her space, pushing his body up against hers almost as if he was leaning on her as he walked back, careful never to step on his own hooves. He'd had a blasted scar through his front hoof because he'd stepped on his cornet band as a foal. It was, along with his chestnuts, the only white on him. The inconsistencies bothered him greatly. He was a black stud, not a paint for goodness sakes! His back hind foot stomped hard, sending some dirt flying through the air. He needed to get his head in the game. The stallion was unusually distracted. "You see, when I see mares being weird...and foolish." He grumbled the last part, "I tend to watch them. And it isn't an interrogation, that would imply you have information I actually care to know as such a strange little filly as yourself could not even hope to supply me with anything the years have yet to teach." Purposefully he took an underhanded stab at her age.

His tail flicked across her flanks. This one, he may not get today. It mattered little to him. He'd make a point to do it before one of them died. That is if she didn't get herself eaten by wolves because of her solitary excursions. "There are wolves around here. I've seen them, I've smelled them and unless you're dense," He gave her a slight shove with his shoulder against her hind quarters, digging at her pride. It would hurt, and possibly get him rejected but that was the beauty of the first lover's dance. It meant next time you used a different approach. Consistency was no way to win a confident female like this one. "I of course do not worry about wolves myself. My hooves are hard and my muscles are strong." He said quietly he wanted to make sure she was paying attention. "You on the other hand seem young...nice potential I suppose. Good color at the very least but...far too weak." He commented half heartedly. It wasn't the total truth, he was sure that the mare could most likely escape from one or two, at the most three wolves. If she wasn't backed into a corner.

Most stallions in this moment would have offered her protection, or perhaps walked away hoping her fear would push her to ask for his protection. Rhys indulged in nothing of the sort, continually rubbing his head, body, and tail against her. Pushing her physical limits. Tail high, letting her know exactly what he wanted form her.

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[Kate]

Oh she most certainly did not like this! She moved her head away from him as he nipped at her head. That wasn’t about to stop her from being confident. It was hard to push her confidence down, she just took it as he was put off by her confidence and he was trying to equal things. Of course he would never find things equal because she would not tolerate this rudeness. There were many other stallions that she could talk to and interact with. He was not the last stallion on this planet and if he was then she would either turn her attentions to mares or die alone than be anywhere near him.
“Of course it was- does it get you a lot of mares flocking to you? Because frankly it repulses me and perhaps even worse, it bores me. If this is the best that you can do then I think you’re going to find yourself going without a lot. Not that you ever had a chance to begin with of course.” She told him sweetly before grunting herself as he leaned against her. She side-stepped him elegantly and then swung her hindquarters away from him before he started playing this stupid little game with her anymore. “You’re a real charmer, aren’t you?” She asked, her ears by now flat back and her teeth bared a little. If he kept up with this he would most likely be losing a chunk of his flesh for his efforts. This was not how other stallions had acted with her, though the odd one had been like this. She just dismissed them and ignored them because they obviously had issues and were rude.
She watched him, trying to work out just how much patience she had left. ”If you think that there is something weird about grazing, then perhaps you’re the weird one.” She replied to him. ”I’m perfectly aware that there are wolves around but we are hardly the only ones here. With those very same eyes that have seen the wolves. Miracle in itself- I know.” She told him, her words becoming colder and more sarcastic. The shove was the last straw, her neck turning round so she could bite the closest part of him to her- which so happened to be just above his hocks. She made sure to bite him as hard as she could possibly manage, hoping to at least draw blood and put him in his place. Pushing against her was not something she’d quietly put up with or tolerate. Didn’t he know who she thought she was?
Delilah took the opportunity to move herself a fair few paces away from the arrogant little pr- stallion. She wasn’t big on cursing. She saw it as being coarse and unnecessarily rude. She was being rude right now but she would be lying if she said that this stallion didn’t deserve it. ”Leave me alone and go find someone else to irritate.” She instructed, she’d noticed him raising her tail and it only confirmed what she already knew. Exactly what she would not be giving to him. He would have to get it elsewhere.

[llcoyote]

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Rhys never felt so amused in his life. A loud whinny left him, scaring a few birds away from the trees. He tried to stop himself, knowing it would get him no where. She was just so freaking funny! "Flocking? No, I wouldn't say that, though I'm fairly successful in passing on my lines." He asked with an amused glint to his shining eyes. Was she always like this. His head tossed and he bucked up his back legs. She was going to be fun at the least to pester.

"And you?" He asked, his eyes still holding that same look. "You always pout when you don't get your way? Delightful." It wasn't sarcastic nor did it hold any dry humor. No, the thick black stallion was truly delighted in her presence. Her snarky and selfish attitude was quite funny and he made it a point never to be insulted by any form of rejection. Nor too proud to be pitiful...that was another story though.

He could feel it coming, and he knew it would happen eventually. She bit him... hard. Square of the hock. It jerked as she bit down into him and he glared slightly, teeth baring and eyes squinted. It took a deep breath or two but regained his cool turning to look at her. "Well would you look at there. I may very well scar." He said with contemplative tones to his voice. It hurt. She'd bit hard and deep, a large bright shining red gash. It was nothing new, many mare reacted this way to him. "Actually I will not go somewhere else, you see I simply came here. YOU were the one to wonder into my realm of observation. If you'd like though, you're welcome to leave." He said not looking at her but at the gash on his leg. How did he feel about this? Hurt? Not at all. Upset? Only if he scared. Angry? Not even slightly. He decided he didn't care at all. His tail flicked and he decided to ignore it. Yes he'd follow her anyway even if she ran. Perhaps it was time to switch gears.

"Do you do this with all stallions? Tease them?" He wanted to tell her that was dangerous and eventually it'd get her hurt badly from one that was keen to do the act he saw as disgusting. Force. He kept it mouth shut. "And what would you have me do? Beg?" He thought about it, "I can't say I've never done it. Perhaps I should worship you for being the only lovely mare out there." Again he paused, "While it's certainly true you're stunning it is not a solitary trait. So you tell me. Make it easy." He said, trying to hide his heavy sarcastic tones

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[Kate]

“Then perhaps there are a lot more stupid mares than I’d originally thought,” she replied quite bluntly. How could anyone want to couple with this creature? He was intolerable and she didn’t want to know him, didn’t want to spend any more time with him if she could help it. She would quite simply just like to forget that he ever existed and keep going on with her life being happy and carefree. Perhaps a little spoilt and childlike but that would go with age. She was young, she knew she was young but she felt herself young enough that she still knew everything. When she was older she would probably be wiser and know differently. For now ignorance was bliss.
She watched him with an odd look. ”Please- I never need to pout because I always get my way.” She told him though that fact had been pretty obvious to Delilah. Now that she’d bitten him and gotten him to stop rubbing against her she was calming down a little. She wasn’t quite so obnoxious now she wasn’t mad and he wasn’t for now doing anything directly offensive. This wasn’t so say she didn’t still dislike him and wish he would do the world a favour and go into self-imposed (or imposed by others she didn’t mind so much) exile and never bother anyone again. She could just be a little more tolerant for now. Though biting him had brought her a little sense of satisfaction she wasn’t an incredibly violent creature and it had just seemed for the best that he was warned off of doing it. He couldn’t be surprised that it had happened.
”I came into your realm of observation? It seems that you are the one who approached me and started pestering me. So as far as I’m concerned, you can be the one to leave.” She replied calmly. Regardless she knew she wasn’t going to leave because she couldn’t be the one to run away. He had to be the one to go away. She wasn’t sure why but it was some sort of rule that happened to exist and she tended to obey it. If only for now. She just wouldn’t run away.
”How is this teasing?” She asked quite flatly, in Delilah’s mind she’d only come to graze and if he felt he would be getting more than this he was merely out of his mind. The fact she’d come to this certain place was a mere side detail. Not her fault. Nothing ever was. ”You can beg as much as you like, it won’t happen.” She told him, ignoring his sarcasm because she hoped it would annoy him. She didn’t think giving him the reaction he wanted was the way to go. Besides, she’d heard what she wanted. There wasn’t much point sticking around in her view.

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Oh she hated him! She hated him and it was a lovely thing. He shook his head and whinyed again. "Well I don't suppose I'll be leaving any time soon." To ephisize the point the large black stallion pawed and then let his knees buckle under his intense muscluar weight. Looking around him, "No I'm quite sure I'm happy right here. So YOU can move now." He said bossing her about with a large fake yawn. He was trying to annoy her now. Goodness when did he turn into a shriveling pest? Of course most of the time with mares he was sweet and even polite. He didn't quite like the bored approach as the kind shoulder but still, it passed the hours of the day.

He rolled onto his side and flipped over. Facing oposite of her, then repeated the action, not getting up to shake the muck from him. He could to it later, for now it kept the flies off. "Always? No I don't see that happening even once. Yes, I paid you a compilment. You've too vain. A nice word means nothing in the grand scheme of things. Do you prance around looking for payment in the spoken word?" He asked pinning his ears. Now he was slightly mad. It was true he was confident, stuborn, and aware he wasn't a sore spot to the eyes he wasn't vain. Not to his admission at least. He reminded himself that getting cross with her would not work. "In fact it is that reason I will not move from his spot. If anything simply to bother you." His voice was quiet but with angry intent. Why was he so mad at her all of the sudden? That wasn't at all like him. Perhaps it was the rejection? No. He'd had those before. Maybe it was the insults that marred his pride, but he doubted it. No the underline reason was the stallion was frusterated. He was holding himself back when there was a mare right there infront of him. It'd been too much traveling and no enough attention. "And either you're pouting...or you're the most sour undesirable bitter tempored mare I've ever met. I do believe I was rude. Not cruel. You don't offer that curticy." He practically snarled.

A loud heaving sigh left the stallion. This would not due. If he got angry the only thing he'd ever get from any mare was either fear or resentment. He got up and shook off. The dirt flying in every direction, then swooped away on the wind's invisable wings. He gave his head another long shake. "Teasing. Is coming to a feild full of ready mares to pester stallions." He grumbled, turning his back to her. "You're quite welcome to go away now. I will not allow myself to fall prey to such petty emotions as rage, nor will I strike out at you." He spat, not litterally of course, out his words with an icey edge to them. "I have gone 2 years of my life never striking out at anything and I will not break such a record over a moody little mare."

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[Kate]

Delilah watched him as he pawed at the ground, a little put out that he wouldn’t leave. She was so used to everyone doing what she wanted when she wanted them to that she felt a little lost perhaps. She had no idea what she was supposed to do in this situation. She wanted to leave but she couldn’t be the one to leave first because it would be like admitting he was right. When he obviously wasn’t because that would mean that she was wrong. Preposterous! It was unthinkable!
Delilah did not like to be bossed about, not at all. How could he not know that that was her job? Or at the very least she didn’t get bossed around by others. Especially not this big, rude stallion that she did not like much and didn’t want to play with. She couldn’t stand this at all, she didn’t know what to think of this stallion who seemed to have shifted his behaviour once again leaving Delilah trying to work out what she was going to do next. How was she going to get her way out of this without betraying how truly young she was or coming off as silly.
”I am not too vain, thank you very much. And what does constitute as meaning a lot in the grand scheme of things, hmm? Maybe it’s just me but you don’t seem to be anything particularly significant for anything and therefore couldn’t really know what is and is not significant.” She replied, yawning and returning to grazing when he continued to get more frustrated with her. She didn’t like this conversation and since further words only provoked him to continue interacting with her further there was little else she could do. And this refusal to leave on both sides was kind of like a game. The closest to a game she would play with him.
She flicked her ears a little back when he continued to speak with her. ”I am not normally this moody or in such a bad mood but if you’re going to just come in and rub yourself against me then I am hardly going to be jumping for joy or enjoying your presence now, am I?” She pointed out quite bluntly. She didn’t require his approval of her actions and he had no ground to stand upon. ”Funny, how I am supposed to be pestering stallions when you’re the one who started this whole mess.” She pointed out with a snort of amusement before chewing on another mouthful of grass and quite flatly ignoring him. There was little else in the way of entertainment that he could hold for her.

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"Your welcome." Were the first words from the stallion at her mock show of gratitude. Shaking his head in exasperation. The poor mare just couldn't get his point could he? He stood, tall, neck arched but this time no sexual invitation in the act. "Meaning? Do you want to know what MEANS something Delilah?" He asked, "No I'm not old, I'm not wise but I'm far from stupid." He looked at the other mares, stallions and foals scattered about the land. "I only know two things that matter. I'm no omnipresence that can tell you what is right or wrong. No I'm no where near that smart..." He paused and breathed again. Calm, he needed to be calm. "I do know about the preservation of life. The process of it all." His ears pinned and eyes narrowed, showing his teeth a bit. "Not just the breeding part either!" He emphasized that point with a stamp of his foot, it dug into the ground and left a large impression in the soft spring soil. "I know that mares breed, I know that they foal. Most think of that as an honor. The only purpose I know is to make and preserve the life that I have made and on another matter I don't even like the last half but that's the beauty in it all. I don't have to like it, but it's still part of me." He turned to her now, his mane flowing gently with the breeze with little argument.

"I also know about passion...and it has more to do than a simple coupling." He circled her, giving her space. His coal black ears pinned to his head all the same. "This should be FUN and not just for you. I knew you would lash out at me, I deserved it, I looked for it. Anger is part of passion. It's a strong over whelming feeling." He sighed, "And you simply pester me by not even playing along. You aren't angry. You're down right hateful! Determined to be right, that's the only reason you're here still. How is that a game? It's a battle." He felt like he was rambling but he had a point here! He usually lived for these moments of banter, play, anger, sadness, what ever emotion over took them like a storm. Why should it only be fun for her instead of both of them?! That was the seed of this anger growing in him like a thorn bush. Changing his character so greatly. Suddenly his mood changed again, he wanted so badly to be optimistic, he'd come here looking for life changing experiences and passion beyond belief. Not to be some slimy perv with a poor temper. In the grand scheme of things he wanted her to like him, even if it was only in a kind way. Perhaps if he explained it to her she'd be more compliant.

His head went low to the ground, snorting slightly. He highly doubted it would work but he'd be cursed if he didn't try. In a burst of energy the stallion leapt high up in the air, all four feet of the ground,thick mane and tail flicking and flying in the wind. His feet his the ground with a loud thud. "This is supposed to be so much fun! Like an intricate dance. I should do something like..." He tossed his head and reared up, whinnying loudly. He wasn't trying to show off or impress her. He wanted to make a point. "Then you should respond with enthusiasm. Like when you bit me! You didn't like me, in the least but your emotions flowed out of you in a brash moment of thoughtless action. Those moments are what I live for. Without them, I cannot counter you. The dance cannot continue...and we both end in a sour mood." He exclaimed, turning and flicking his tail over the clotted blood on his hock. "Do you think I want to plead with you? Perhaps get angry and attack you, hoping to never see you again?" His voice was loud, very loud, and strong. If he could just reach her. Even in the slightest. "No. I do not want that at all. Even if we don't breed, to close yourself off so much as to want to rid yourself of another person forever, not even knowing what it has in store, is ludicrous to me" He nickered, bobbing his head at her, enthusiastic, powerful, and impressing his views on her. He was a tireless spirit.

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[Kate]

She didn’t bother to reply to him as he told her that she was welcome. She was a little frustrated but she was working it out to revert back to the cool, collected and confident mare she’d been before he had disgruntled her and invaded the personal space that she held a great love for. She didn’t mind interacting with stallions but truly she did not enjoy touching others. There was something about another’s skin rubbing against hers that did not quite sit with her well. She held her cards close to her chest emotionally as well. Not because she’d been burned, she didn’t think she would ever burn but that was probably because deep inside her some part of her feared being burned. She’d never couple with a stallion for all her games, she would let them compliment her and enchant her because this was all so new and exciting but to actually be with one? Delilah highly doubted that would ever happen. Not for a while at least.

She knew as he spoke that he was speaking of something different than what she’d assumed. She wasn’t wrong though because Delilah couldn’t quite handle being wrong. She needed to be right at all times, she couldn’t make mistakes. It would question the view that she was perfect and beautiful and generally wonderful, she’d been raised with those words on a constant replay. She was the only foal that had survived from her mother, the favourite mare, and so she had been showered with praise and love her entire life. How could she be at blame when everyone told her she was perfect all the time?

Delilah had only been playing a little attention to him but his words made sense to her. He was verbalising the same kind of feel that she felt, she liked the rush and coy games she could get out of some stallions. This stallion, so far, had not been doing as she wanted but now he seemed to have calmed his foolish head down perhaps this wasn’t going to be a complete and utter loss for her. ”I will have you know that I am not a hateful creature, and I would happily play along with these little games if you would start them right! Touching me and circling me so tightly is, as I seem to have repeated so many times I’m sick of saying it, is not going to endear me to you at all. Why play your games when you won’t play mine? No wonder I bit you- and I hope it scars.” She replied and meant it, she still had the taste of his blood in her mouth and it was not one that she liked. She was not a carnivore and the salty metallic taste was not one she looked forward to tasting.

She shook her head, pushing the crimson forelock from her dark eyes as they watched him curiously. She was beginning to see him as a slightly more interesting creature now, perhaps one worth a little bit of her attention though she convinced herself that it would soon be lost again. Delilah had seen what he was capable of and how he could act and that it would no doubt be a bit of a battle to get him to do exactly she wanted but that was all part of the fun and games. She continued to listen to his long lecture to her, picking up on the energy that he was throwing at her with every loud word and jump and enthusiastic head bobbings. ”So where does this leave us? I’ll play your games if you play mine- at a distance.” She replied after a moment. She would reply when she wanted and she was happy to keep him waiting for her reply.

Resting her hind hoof on its tip she waited patiently to see his reaction though patience was not something this mare, or perhaps filly with the way she’d been reacting slightly, had large amounts of. She was still a little rough around the edges though with his little outburst she felt like she might just have smoothed edges over and decided she could compromise herself slightly provided that he would compromise as well. She had not met someone like him before and it left her a little restless and uncertain. Not of herself (she knew she was as beautiful as ever) but she was uncertain of his reactions and the environment she was now in. She soon shifted her weight again, her head continuing to shake restlessly as she waited for him to say whatever it was that needed to be said.

The restless energy was continuing to course through her as ideas began to take hold in her mind about what other forms of passion could be taken from this all. She’d only been aware of others being passionate toward her yet she’d still been filled with so much energy while angered. That was an entirely different dance with him from the one she felt like playing now though that wasn’t to say that she was against that game. It had been thrilling and new and something she was eager to experience if only because it was all shiny and new. She was young, for the next few years she wanted as many new experiences as could be thrown at her. A more mature part of her mind was taking the reins on this now and pushing the childish part of her that wanted to come out and once again charge around. She would not let it out right now of course. Instead she looked to see what this stallion was going to offer her.

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Rhys would have chuckled if it was possible, but only a mild shake of his head was given. Mane tossing every which way as he did. "No no no." He huffed, prancing around her like a yearling, head high and tossing as he went. Such an energetic steed he was. "You still aren't hearing me are you?" He tsked at her. His large brown eyes stared deeply at her, he trotted behind her, tail high and muzzle pointed toward the heavens.

"You aren't SUPPOSED to be comfortable." He said poking his head up from behind her, still not touching her, just taking advantage of the blind spots in her vision. "Neither am I!" The mire beneath his hooves flew as he cantered toward and cluster of trees and circled one, bucking wildly. He had to shout so she could hear him, or possibly just because he felt like shouting. " It's the thrill of the matter!" His ears pinned and he galloped full force toward her. The dust flying. If he could only keep her attention. The odd black stallion thought to himself. He was getting only strides away from the mare, not slowing down a bit, before sliding powerfully on his haunches. His hooves cut the ground like lightening disrupts the rain, leaving a long two or three stride slide mark that was at least a hoof length deep. His nostrils flared, only inches away from her, but not touching her, he most certainly didn't want his face bit by her lovely pearly whites. "That discomfort in your joints." He mumbled, snorting some air on her. "The tightening in your gut, the swimming of your thoughts and the pace in your feet. All playing to the beat of a furious heart. That's what I live for pretty lady." He turned to face toward a creek and flicked his tail to slightly touch her shoulder.

He trotted for the small stream but instead of leaning to drink he jumped up in the air again, crashing into the stream that was too small to hardly wade in. The water flew every which way around his coal black body, droplets clinging to his fur in a silent refusal to join their brothers and sisters in the mud or the stream. A loud whinny shook his rib cage. He was becoming a little smitten not only with her, but with the act itself. He loved doing these things. "What do you think will happen?" He asked suddenly very serious. A soft nicker flowing from his lips through the air. "Perhaps you find me careless?" He sort of snorted, well he hadn't exactly seemed...like a gentle creature. When in fact he really he wasn't rough at all. Raw, passionate and never half hearted at anything. Everything he did he did to it's fullest. "Or maybe you'll think I'll hurt you." He walked back over to her, looking much more humble but still so proud. "There is the possibility that you're much more fragile than you appear...but aren't we all." He pawed gently at her, "What will you ever get from your life if you never take the chance? Pain is part of the beauty of life...like the tide of the ocean it recedes...still I can promise I have no intention to harm you. Whether it be here." He tossed his head, walking around to faintly snort at her heart girth, "OR here."

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[Kate]

Delilah snorted as she watched him prance around like a filly, something she usually did. It took her by surprise this sudden change of heart and attitude that he possessed and this only added to her confusion. What was she supposed to do with this? How was she supposed to react? She honestly had no idea and stood there for a moment watching him. ”I may be hearing you but that doesn’t necessarily mean I care for what you say so I twist it to make it more interesting for me. I believe all words are open for artistic interpretation,” she told him quite simply while he tsked her. He was amusing her at the very least and perhaps the entertainment now was worth putting up with his bullheaded behaviour from earlier. She tilted her head slightly to keep an eye on the stallion as he trotted behind her, half in the mind to just go right ahead and kick him. She didn’t trust him, especially behind her.
”If I’m not supposed to be comfortable then maybe you’re going to have to try a little bit harder to make me uncomfortable.” She told him teasingly, her eyes bright with amusement. Anything was better than the brutish and immature behaviour both of them had been displaying not too long ago. She watched him as he cantered towards some trees and assumed that he would stay over there so she returned to her grazing. She knew that really he would be coming back but she wasn’t going to let him know that he had all of her attention yet. She reared up slightly as he galloped full force toward the petite red mare and she made a few sidesteps laterally for no other reason than she didn’t want to move a lot further away from him but just didn’t want him to be so close to her. Besides Delilah found some joy in doing it. Her ears hesitated between perking forward and playing full attention to him and then sliding back to both listen to a conversation behind her and keep them back from irritation. ”In short, you live for the games and the chase.” She told him, returning the snort of air he’d breathed upon her.
Her ears finally decided to flicker back as he flicked his tail over her shoulder, shaking her head and turning herself to look over at the creek. She watched him trot over, hesitating for a moment before following him in a trot. She got there just in time to be a little splashed by the water. She moved to the edge of the stream a little further away from the whinnying stallion and stuck a hoof in curiously. It wasn’t so bad, wasn’t too cold, but she didn’t plan on getting herself in there. Delilah would admit to being intrigued and curious about the stallion, glancing over to him thoughtfully and mulling over his question. ”I don’t really know,” she replied though no doubt this would not be a long time. ”Think you’ll hurt me? What makes you so sure you’ll ever get under my skin enough to hurt me?” She told him. ”I don’t know, am I fragile? I believe you were telling me I was going to be eaten by wolves because I can’t defend myself earlier. A little before I took a chunk out of your leg.” She reminded him, ignoring the rest of what he said. She doubted it. ”

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He listened intently as she spoke. "Art is such a lovely thing. It provides insight to the soul." He said taking a long drink out of the creek, his back legs sinking into the mud, making a loud suction noise as he lifted the heave black, well now brown, mud caked hooves from the mire one by one. She was an interesting filly, hard headed, spoiled, pushy, she was a mareish him. Perhaps that's why he enjoyed her company so much. He kicked his back leg, shaking the mud from it and looked at the cut she'd make with her teeth. "I do believe I tried that and you see what it earned me." His voice was deep and coy even though he struggled for control over himself. Mares were his greatest joy and his biggest downfall.

But was what she said true about him? Did he only live for the chase? For the chance of a game or two? Should he be offended. Well if he should have it didn't matter because the only thing that came over him was a bemused glint in his dark eyes. "Yes. That is exactly what I mean...my way to say it made me seem much more impressive than it really was hm?" Again he pawed at the ground. Curse his hormones. If she would only breed to him then he would be able to not take every word as an invitation from her. If she wanted discomfort he could give her that. "But back to what you said before. I can defiantly make you more comfortable than I can uncomfortable if you'd only let me." His head tossed, goodness he was a sleaze. "Yes to answer your next question I'm a rather slimy creature by nature. At least I admit that." His body pressed very lightly against her shoulder and then he darted away as to not get hit again but the action in and of itself seemed to be begging for her to come after him.

He trotted over to a tree and looked up at the leaves. Taunting him with their taste but out of his supposed reach. He reared up on his hind legs and jumped, fumbling a little but he wasn't doing this for her. No he was rather distracted for the moment. His large jaw set around part of the branch. The wooden taste made his mouth water in anticipation. It snapped as he fell from the air but instead of eating it the stud decided to use it for his advantage. The stick was long, probably a leg's length or a bit more. She said she didn't want HIM touching her, nothing about his stick. He pranced back over to her, branch in mouth tossing his head, poking at her side with it annoyingly. A very immature creature. Still it was all in good fun. Perhaps he could ware the poor female down or hit a soft spot in her brain just enough to let him in. He poked her again, nickering over the branch before dropping it and cantering away slowly. "You said I couldn't get under you skin! Not a word about my stick!" He called after her childishly.

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