once again the world molested you
and took your soul

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Though it was what one would deem as a rather pleasant day, the vix snarled with slight disgust of the things 'bout her. The sweet stench of luces attacked her nares while every about reeked of havoc and decay, poisoning the air until completely tainted. The trees within the vicinity moaned every so slightly as their aged limbs creaked, threatening the picturesque silhouette that the lands desire to give off.

She felt no particular need to bare her ivorns nor did she care to. T'was upon more than one occasion in which she had watched a damsel, that claiming the path of satan, act with hostility toward a stag that had ventured along her path. T'was no sign of true darkness in her set brainpain and thus, she saw no reason to act as such a poser. Then again, t'was not the brute's approval in which she require. In fact, t'was vise versa, in her thoughts. Had she not found one bastard in particular which even stung her cold hearted stone of a heart, haunches would turn in the wandering direction once more.

Shallow occuli scanned the edge of the terrain for another source of equine being, searing nasal caverns attracting the scent of testosterone before a picture painted the hideous scene. She was much aware that the golden, but slightly stained crimson, hide gave off the wrong idea to many who approached but she was all too deceiving. Seeing the nature of the hessian who had discovered her whereabouts, a soft smirk graced her labrums maliciously, a sinewy ripple visible beneath her pelt as she shifted with very little anticipation.

"Funny, I don’t remember asking." Tones held some aura of the coldest nature to them, tinted with the air of sarcasm. Quiet as her vox had been, it seemed to echo in the lands which remained deadly silent, listening to each word and stiff movement. Why was it that stags felt the need to present themselves immediately? Frankly, she didn’t give a damn what his name was. Crania dipped ever so slightly, creating a divot through the air. Not finding any need to properly greet the hessian, her motion was all that was physically offered. In every unspoken law of their kind, femmoras ranked below those of masculine form. However, the banshee had little respect or admiration for anyone other than herself and she wasn't 'bout to change her feelings now that this one had wandered along. The transaction between the two was bound to be one of great interest. ”You may call me Plague, if you must.”

for most demons that completely sought to overpower each mare they came across, or anything with estrogen for that matter, they didn’t stand for sarcasm. therefore, upon crossing paths with figures of these sorts, plague went the extra mile to agitate them as best as she possible could. and oh, was she good at it. however, she knew how it was to have a torrid temper and suffered from it all the same.

lids enveloped wild occuli momentarily, lobes twitching as she set them to their task of listening for any sign of visitors. though the wind taunted the pair, she failed to detect a sign of any others, both eased and disappointed alike. sure, this particular painted bruja looked as light as they come but how contrary she was. not once had fear twitched in her dormant veins but rather pleasure for inducing such a thing. stereotypical dark? well of course though this one was different so to speak. the demoness felt absolutely no need to present any aggression or suffer from the loss of temper for remaining level headed and sly was much more devastating. oh yes, she knew the tricks of the trade and knew them too well for only seeing four winters.

a ripple of sinew shown under the golden-painted carcass, weight shifted uneasily as she was forced to remain in the lands longer than she wished to. tangled mass of her hock kisser snapped new welts upon her flesh, striking the bloodsuckers that dared to taunt her. indeed it seemed much more work to sit and wait for a brute to wander across her lone form than it was to continue on as a lone femme though patience was something that needed practice.

optics flickered as she glanced over his form, not bad. a not bad coming from plague was certainly something to be proud. no shit, of course she knew she was in the claiming grounds. plague had always, upon entering these lands, been fully aware of the fact that just about anything could happen to her. brutes would do anything to drive their newly claimed packages back to their homage though she was not one to be swayed easily. ”ahh, and what a lovely attempt at flattery….” sarcasm still riddled her tones though it eased slightly, the hiss not quite so great.

”did i say such a thing?” surely her actions portrayed disinterest though her mind had different thoughts dancing about. ”i am more than worthy, m’lord.” a malicious grin spread across her mug though she provided no more words. yes, she was worthy but could he honestly handle her?

though plague was letting nature take its own course, she knew that she could bring about the nastiness of winter within a heartbeat. she, unlike the rest of her lineage, had been granted with a ‘gift’, just as many of the equines of these lands were. hell, it was no f**king gift but a god damn mutation, that was for sure. ice hid within every inch of her bulky carcass and devastation struck the lands when she decided to release it. for the most part, she merely brought forth a chill or light snow though the extent of what she was capable of doing was much, much worse.

even though honesty was a virtue of heaven kissers, plague had never felt the need to lie. if she killed, she admitted to it out of pure pride and bloodlust and she always admitted to her wrongdoings; didn’t any follower of satan? thus, she felt no need to lie to the hessian that had approached her, perhaps daring him to take her as she was. brutal as she was, she was a prize possession. even though the bruja had only seen a few winters past, she couldn’t even count to the number of the numerous stags that had dragged her back to their acreage, none lasting all too long.

ahhh yes, he was no stupid stag. though she had been curious, she attempted to shade it every so carefully. ”fair enough.” flints brought her forth, attenuated limbs aching with anxiousness. perhaps, just perhaps, she felt a twinge of excitement for hopes of finally finding a dwelling she would forever reside in. then again, she had had such hopes before, ones that failed. ”i suppose. the scent of heaven kissers is tainting my air.” indeed it was growing stronger. she used the excuse as one to follow him though she was truly curious as to what he would prove to be. "well then, be off." she snapped, scarred figurine picking up a lope.