Let the Darkness give way to hatred......

[Alto]

Ah, I have just come to see if I could find anymore of those pathetic Lights up through 'ere. Nastey li'l buggers when they're strong, but I have fared my few sick ones. Why let them rot amongst the Earth?
He did have the interest in claiming her, but he felt he should toy with 'er mind for a bit. 'Twas always amusing.

[-Pyro-]

Nightmare laughed sourly. "Yes, they are amusing, but why would a pathetic stupid light wander across Dark soil knowingly and not already have a death tag plastered upon them?" She glared at him. "But you still have not answered my other question...... speak NOW!" She already knew the answer, but it was always more amusing to hear it from the stag themselves.

[Alto]

And why must I speak? Who are you to order me? I don't have to tell you anything!
Sarcasm reeked among 'is voice, a hint of laughter presant as well.

[-Pyro-]

Nightmare smirked and snorted. What an idiot. Oh but you do if you even want a fare chance. She smirked and reared up slicing the sky with her daggers. He'd need to try harder if he wanted to get her.

[Alto]

As she reared, 'e smirked, and quickly darted behind 'er, raising off 'is front pillars, pulling 'er tresses backwards.

[-Pyro-]

Nightmare was being pulled backwards. by her mane! She was going to fall, but not if she could help it. Gathering her strenght she twisted around and grabbed her long mane in her mouth where he had gripped it and pulled back. Feeling the jerk of the strands tencing, and finally snaping under the strain of the 'tug-of-war' game. She spat out her mane leaving it hanging once more by her side. She retreated to a safe distance. "Is that how you 'play'?" She hissed menace seeping through the gastly holes in her tone less voice. "You'll never win......"[/i] She hissed barly audiby. She was willing to fight.

[Alto]

Ok, you wish to know my intentions.
He sighed, as if it was the hardest thing to do, (sarcasm, what else), and began.
My intentions are to claim you, as you know, let you become my queen, and join me on my travles through the 'Darkened Doings' I have put myself into doing. Savvy?
He smirked, as it was no big deal. And it wasn't. If she did not wish to go with him, he would just annoy her until she finally did.

[-Pyro-]

Nightmare watched him with no hint of any emotion on her face. "You really think it's that easy? Your just going to walk up and... and 'claim me'? HA! You'll have to win That right...." She laughed a cold merciless laugh, and stepped into a fighting stance. Only time woudl tell if he truly would be claiming her or not.

[Alto]

Well, if you wish to fight... He sighed, again, toying with her. He reluctantly took fighting stance and eyed her down.
Now, I wish not to hurt you. But if I have to, I will.
He mused with her thoughts.

[-Pyro-]

Nightmare snorted. "Bring it on, I'm not afraid....." She starred straight back, her dead gaze now burning wiht a desire to win as she had done so many times in other lands. But this time it might be different. But how could she think that! No. She was determined to win, She HAD to win......

((Hehe this is getting interesting. I love my baby girl. She brings excitement into anythign...))

[Alto]

))It is... Muahahaha... O.o;;;((

Alright, but you've brought this on yourself...
He took fighting stance, and awaited her attack.

[-Pyro-]

Nightmare just watched. She wasn't going to make a move at him. No, thats not how it worked. If this so called dark stag had enough courage in him to attack her, then she'd fight back, but she woudln't attack first. No. He was the one who wished to claim her, yet he did not have the ability to fight for it?

[Alto]

Seeong clearly that she was not to move first, he kicked up into a full gallop and charged straight at her. He slid to a halt and reared high, striking at her. In feeling his pillar collide with something, he backed away to observe the damage.

[-Pyro-]

She looked at the gash he had created in her shoulder. "Is that all you are capable of?" She snorted and struck out for his back sharply as if to attack with her hooves, but last minute she seemed to have changed her mind and feinted for his neck. Hopping her ivories woudl meet their target here.
(hmmm, is this considered breaking the rules?)

[Alto]

(No, it's alright. Let's no kill each other, though. Let us do a slight bit of powerplaying. It's always a slight bit fun. But not too much. No special powers. Feinting is clever, and I shall accept it.)
Taking hr hit, he backed up a bit, surveying the wound apon his neck. Great amounts of crimson spilled from it.
A bit fiesty, eh?
He wished not to kill her. But she had wanted to fight. She would get one. He reared, aiming his flints straight for her withers. He missed somewhat, but still hit her, dragging his hhoves down her side.