.awaiting the demonessa.

[Weiry]

Bursting through much brush as he once did coming into his lands, Wake galloped into the cleared area, a revived feeling inside of him. Almost forgetting his new demonessa, the stag trotted casually and slowly among the sheer hilltop. His pillars moved with quick prancing strides as he jogged down the wide strip of flat land above the valley, short streamer flicking in every direction, swatting pesky winged creatures and the air itself. Hearing the brush give way once more the stud turned to see his new ess enter the area. Trotting to her side the stag smirked, thinking of his many plans and his recently new one; to try and get to know her better. She could perhaps be a perfect mate.. lovable and evil as well. A toy she could be, but this stallion felt something different in her, besides her gorgous looks. The body, Wake did not care about, all he cared about was attitude. d**ned stags.. He muttered to himself, not to be heard. Thinking looks are the only thing that counts in a fae such as this wench.. 'Twas the only thing Wake did not have against femms.. for other stags he did not approve of. Though affection did not come easily for him.., lust maybe, but love he couldn't understand or know how to deal with. Did this essa feel the same? Or was she truly in 'love' with him already?

Behold my glorious land, wench, for it is where you will be staying for quite some time.

He announced, stepping slightly, just slightly closer to her petite frame. Looking among her gorgous and seemingly flawless bodice, the stag felt a strange feeling inside of his own frame. Snorting the feeling away the stag returned his attention to his land, beautiful yet evil all in itself. Proudly holding his cranium high, the stallion looked for the fae's reaction. The sun rose now, quite high in the sky, but the grey plumes of ice crystals still lingered, shading the sun's bright rays. Glorious the land did look, dark and uninviting. The stag loved it..he dawned on it almost, but there was one creature he felt he dawned on more now...

[f a d e]

Essa of deepest bay cantered madly after her supposed suitor. He was, as most mares would agree, handsome. But fade completely disregarded the whole idea and tossed it aside to see his true beauty. His darkness.

As she approached where she figured he must have gone, she slowed, not wanting to seem as if she was frantically searching in vain for him. Her slender femm frame slinked through the trees easily, moving her into a clearing in the middle of darkness. Looking at her surroundings instead of the brute, she found it appeasing to even the darkest of the cursed. Such as herself.

Fade now turned to Wake, searching his unwavering gaze, wondering what he held behind them. If he thought he had "plans" for her and could "control" her, he was in for a rude awakening. The bruja hoped that he had the common sense in this matter, at least. If they were to finish out their planned destinies, she knew they would need to work together. Even if that was seemingly impossible.

Instead of responding to his comments, for it seemed he was expecting that, she nodded her appreciation. The mare was as unpredictable as a rabid 'possum, her soul a locked chamber. This stallion would soon see her for who she really was. If he meant what he said that is. Fade was the unexpected...be prepared.

[Weiry]

Snorting the brute wondered what be going on inside the mare's mind. Deeply amused by her casualty, he stepped aside, seeming to ignore her. His dark bulk moved away, hind pillars swishing slightly back and forth, black tassels flicking for no reason at his flanks. His mind reeled though as he strode down the flat slap of land above his valley. Many thoughts came and went, until finally the stag decided on one..

If thy doesn't mind I shall leave to find more wenchs..such as yourself.

He stated, pausing slightly before he said "such as yourself". Truth was, there probably was no other mare like Fade.. unique she was, unlike many stallions that roamed the lands. They were all the same, and even Wake admitted it. All blood thristy forcebreeders, and not to mention how they cared nothing for the faes in the world. Shooing the thought from his vile crania, the stag looked upon the fae now,

I will be back once I have gathered one more.

He contiued in a deep voice, and with a flick of his short black tail, and soft nip on the mare's wither, he was off through the wood. He wondered if the mare would take him wong now.. just showing her the land and leaving. He alost didn't like what he had done, but shrugged it off, looking forward already to seeing her again..