A light in the darkness flickers.....

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Temptress stood framed in the darkness. Curse these wretched White Stains. They would not help her at all. All they did was comprimise her and let others aware of her. How could she go on sneeking on lights if they spotted her first. They woudl have to go, but she would take care of that later. Now. Her eyes were focused on one. A normal deep blue in color they now stood vivid red as if in a transe. But Firefly knew exactly what she was doaing, and he had to wait. So far this light had not noticed her, and she wanted it that way. Slowly she eased foreward closer to the edge of the shadows. When the time came she sprung from behind the shadows sheer wall and screamed out in Bloody rage. Her face no longer fine lined and perfect in arabian manner, but now livid with concentration and the lust for the kill. Before this Golden Bay mare could react she was jumped by Firefly who took no waste in ripping the vocals from her throat. The Mare screamed but nothign came out of her open mouth. She was now mute, and if she ever lived, she would remember this day forever. Firefly pinnned her to the ground easily breaking the mares thrashing legs that stood in her way and tore skin from the bodice. A deep wound lay open and bleeding when she was done on the stomach of the mare. The Hellioness dipped her face down and tenderly licked a few droplets of blood shuddering in the horrid flavor that kept her sane and living. She rubbed her nose in it , then her forehead until the white streak was bathed in crimson liquid. Then Carefully covered each stocking till they too were disguised. Now she was a pure Red in color, no stains. But in the distance she could hear the calls of others looking for the mare. She snorted. Her mark was well known around here. She quickly but carefully dipped on hoof in the spilling srimson and left a perfect bloody imprint of her hoof on the mares shoulder, The mark of the Fire Deamoness. But as the herd drew near she was nowhere to be found. Only the russle of the bushes to the left suggested any other presence there other than the herd and the mute mare now almost dead..... On to another land Firefly moved to reak havok. On To the Desert......

Now she stumbled upon the sands of long ago. Ancestors long since gone belonging to all horses had roamed these very sands long long ago. She stood out a starking hot red color framed all around by hot blue sky, and ever changing tan sands. No white shown through the blood, but that was perfcet for her. She looked over the land and snorted. This looked like a fun place to ruin. She'd make some fool fall for her, break his heart, and destroy his herd. But her challenge was finding a good stallion to ruin. She surveyed the place finally deciding on a nice hollow across the way and trotted towards it. Her arabian banner raised reagally an dher nape tucked neatly up raised high. As she trotted sand splayed up from under her hoofs landing points, and she looked as if she was flaoting above the sand some how. At long last she reached the hollow and shuddered in the days heat, and it wasn't even mid day. Now she stepped into the hollow and whistled out into the desert waiting patiently for one to come. Her darkened bodice shadowed deeply.....

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((Poor Firefly. Noone loves her!))

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(-bump-)

[phoenix]

A stallion appeared on the horizon. He glanced down at the faen that stood alone. She was a dark, he presumed, like himself. He smirked and called down to her,
"What is thees cursing?"

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Firefly snorted and spun on pivoting hind features to face that brujo that dared to come to her. The crimson vix shined brilliantly a dancing golden fire burning livly in her eyes and pelt seemed aglow with the days passing light. She stared for many a moment at this one ravon bloke who spoke of a question. After much thoguh she pondered a response uttering it in the smoothest tones heavenly possible. Yet there was somethign about the tone of the voice that pressummed evil, or some form of hatred. Firefly... and what tis thy nobel brutes cursing? For her background she was a curious one. But her coat of pure red(now covered white spots with blood) was not a trait to either of her known parents. No.. Her history was a dark one. And the only ones that knew of it.. no longer existed on this earth. With a smirk she toyed wiht the idea of going wiht this stallion...

[phoenix]

A smirk crossed Phoenix's features. He bowed to the chestnut faen and chissled at the ground with an ebony hoove. He said in a cool tone,
"I was born from the sun, or fire, of flame. I am known to some as Goldenfire and Firebird. But, the calling that I was dubbed from birth is Phoenix."
He glanced at the faen. She glowed like the sun itself. A brilliant light shone off of his crimson pelt. Her eyes sparkled with the intensity of one-thousand stars. A smirk danced across his features once more.......

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Firefly surveyed the strong brute standing before her. He certainly knew how to treat a fae, and especially one he knew nothign about... But she mustn't think about those things. She mustn't be weak and allow 'love' to control her..... no she was darker than that. Matching his smirk with one of her own she starred at him with glimmering blue optics one could get lost in.Tis a true curse to match one so..... mysterious as yourself. Tell me, What would a handsome brute such as yourself be doing out here looking at lowly mares for? Surly you have a great, large powerful herd with all of it's members. What is it you are looking for Phoenix? She watched him intrigued yb the muscel that seemed to be hiden beneath his pelt glimmering as brilliantly as the sun woudl allow. The outcome of such two equines of a foal could only be imagined, and seemed unreal to think of...

[phoenix]

A smirk crossed his kissers as he replied,
"A herd I am building so I need mares for it. Thee isn't a lowly mare, Firefly. Thee is a flower in a feild of weeds."
Pheonix bowed to the faen. He felt a fire glowing inside of him.

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Firefly smirked. Manners too! He did seem to have quite a bit going for him, but would he be able to claim her and win her trust and heart. Flirting was one thing but love..... Love was a whole new demention."Surly you speak but lies.... Others stand out much more than i ever could..... But you seem to have discovered me unalert. What are you to do about it?" Now she waited her rear hoof thingyed lazily and the creamy glaze glimmering in the fading light. The two hell born equines stood, Firefly glimmering like the bright fire that burned so brilliantly inside of her. And yet she waited, but for what...

[phoenix]

Phoenix dipped his arabic drenched head. He nuzzled her neck and backed away he pranced around and dipped his head to her again. He smirked and said,
"If thee doesn't want me then I will only purse you more."
His eyes wandered over her beautiful chestnut body. He couldn't help himself.

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Firefly only smirked. "Now who was to say that? And just to pose an opinion... What if you did pursue me and i still did not follow you? What would be your options? It was a test. Her test, So far she liked his style, and his color. His linage by looks was outstanding. But the true test was still to come... Would she follow him?

[phoenix]

Phoenix smirked. He liked the way the faen questioned him, the way she tested him. He thingyed his head to the side, thinking. He then trotted closer to her and said,

"I have no other options but to follow you until you promise me your devotion. For here and now, I promise mine."

The crimson stag dipped his head again. He then waited for her reply....

occ: sorry it took so long.....I have a butload of hw all the time and sports

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Firefly smirked watching Phoenix swear his devotion. "Then i suppose i have no other option then to do the same. For i woudl follow you to the end of the earth." She grinned and side stepped closer to him looking around at his perfectly proportioned bod.

({thats tis ok, i'm on break right now, so i dont have any, but were gonna get slammed with it when we get back...})

[phoenix]

He dipped his crimson head to the faen before him. He said softly,
"Come to my lands...."
The stag then turned and began to trot away.....

[-Pyro-]

The amber fae nodded to him and trotted to his side. Her strides fell in perfectly with his matching his pace. Her emeralds flashed as she moved gently, Fireflys chestnut coat glinting in the sun, she trotted beside her counter part.

(Sorry i lost my muse)