Coming with Dark Angel

[x.:.Prophecy.:.X]

Occs were rolled in annoyance at the mare's lyrics. "I would never call you anything else, wench." She hissed, chords were full of anger and hatred. She didn't like any mares, ever. And she especially didn't like this one. As the brute trotted around her and his words hit her auds, they were pinned. "Afraid to speak to you hellion? I don't think so." She spat in reply. "But my scar is Pure Sarcasm. Call me whatever, I don't care. And yes, Muerto claimed me." She replied, stomping a dagger into the sod.

[ashley314]

A small chuckle escaped Dark Angel’s blood-stained kissers as she heard Aries’s words. Now wasn’t this wench getting Aries all worked up? The vix lifted a dagger in relaxation and quickly dozed off. After, a few minutes she awoke and trotted back over to the pair. “Come now Aries don’t get all worked up over this wench” she cooed teasingly.