Beautiful Death

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Bella Muerte cantered through the land. She scanned the area for stags worthy of her presence in his herd. All that she say were worthless. Her beautiful bodice was carried by her slender pillars for miles. She looked with hatred at all the Mutts she found begging a mare to go with them. Her sweet scent carried in the wind and attracted many stags. She bucked them off as they either tried to mount her or bowed their slobbery muzzles before her. She halted and kicked at a Light stags rump as he bowed to her. She stopped and realized that all were looking at her with fearful eyes. She put on a smug look, that was the way she liked it. She wanted power in a herd and she knew no stags could resist her STRONG scent of a mare in heat. Hers was unlike others it seemed to wash the Hellions minds of any other thought but breeding to her right away. With-out fail.

[devilsadvocate]

A stag, White Night to be exact troted up to the mare, away from the other less worthful ones. "Lo mare." he hisses, not attall smelling her scent, at least it didnt bother him.
(sorry no muse)

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{Lo Stag...may I ask your cursing?}
She hissed, her tones cool as she cooed, and swished her banner. Her scent flew up to his nose in the wind. She lowered her muzzle to the ground for an instant as if bowing, although she wasn't, then quickly raised her dial as high as she could hold it.

Bella Muerte was a huge mare. She was of the Shire blood. Her dark dappels, sweet head, incredably long flowing mane that reached to her knees, and delicate but strong pillars defined her as who she was. Her name helped, Bella Muerte - in a human tongue meaning Beautiful Death, seemed to highlite her personality. She seemed to seduce any stag that came within her grasp.

Her dinner-plate-sized daggers had been bloodied countless times in a fight for the lead position, a fight against an irritating Mutt, a murder of a Light, or just fighting for the fun of it. She always took pleasure in murdering Lights, especially if they tried to fight. She always led the horses into the battle against six to eight Lights, usually one stag and mares They always won and before and after the quick battle she reared and let out a scream, always killing the stag or the toughest horse. She had killed many Dark stags, some weak some strong. She had won lead position numerous amount of times. She had killed many horses for the fun of it.

Bella Muerte was feared by all horses in many lands, she had come to this land to make the horses of this land fear her. Some horses, especially foals who had been told stories of her by their mothers nad were now grown up, believed she was immortal. That her ghost stood on the outside and watched as her painless bodice got cut and scraped. She never felt pain. No matter how bad the cut or scrape. She did not knowif she was really immortal because no one had dared try to kill her but she might be.

Bella Muerte looked at the stag and searched over his bod. It was petite. Her orbs glared at him calmly through impossibly long eye lashes. She stared down at him. Her 22 hand high frame was HUGE compared to his petite carcass. She stamped her hoof and waited for her reply.

[devilsadvocate]

He smelled her sweet scent, but it did nothing to him. "Yes, you may." he said as though she was asking permission other than his name. "I see why not, it is just a question and being a famous lead stag i dont need to anser it." a sly grin spread accrossed his kissers, what was he doing?

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Bella Muerte slithered her neck around and gave him a tiny nip on the nose, out of boredom. She rubbed her pelt against his.
{And I am the most feared mare in many lands, some you have not heard of and some you are not allowed to hear of....so do I really need to state my cursing?}
She hissed, tones seducing. She danced but stopped after a while. Her question wasn't really a question. She pawed the earth beneath her daggers.

[devilsadvocate]

He smirked at the mare, but he had no sensations to breed, "No i guess not" he walked around to her rump and nipped her on it, grinning his sly grin, laughing his devilish laugh "I claim you mare.

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{And what gives you the right..Im not just any old mare...}
She hissed and turned to face him.

(sorry crummy post GTG)

[devilsadvocate]

"And i am not any old stallion, get moving," he hissed and nipped her in the butt, herding her.

(same here, but we all have our crummy moments)

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She kicked up her heels and let out a shrill whinney.
{Ill only go with you if you can give me power...say...lead mare...}
She spun smugly to face him. Her seducing tones rang in his ears. She pranced. She was either going to be in power or she was going to get a mate else where. She tossed her shire crown and reared up high. She let out a cry, not really for any stag in particular but one who was better than this Mutt that called himself famous. You had to actually do something to become famous. Not just say you were and hope horses went along with it. She crashed to the ground and smirked at him.

[devilsadvocate]

he dodged her kick easly, "And how do you know i dont already have a mate, " he hissed, at the the pushy mare.
(ble no muse)

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She hadnt really kicked at him but she had reared. She smirked.

{And how d I know you dont?}

SHe hissed, her smirk broadened. She turned her face away from him and looked over the grounds, then she looked back at him.

[devilsadvocate]

"Just for you info, vixen, i might have a mate, not that you are consirned, you are too pushy, now, i claimed yuou, it is agenst samuta rules, witch by the way is where you are now, if you dont come." he smirked and turned to walk back to his land.

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{If I dont come what?...}
She hissed and turned to follow him any way. A smug expression on her dial she snickered.