the devils inside. [LG]

[Bailey.]

The meeting had been such a bore. The Spanish mare's elegant head bobbed with each elastic step, dragging her ever deeper into the treacherous caverns. They were, however, the Corrupt Caverns, were they not? Dangerous.. perilous.. deadly. The mare grinned as if she'd told herself a joke. She was silly like that, with little a care in the world. She had nothing to fear, after all, as she was the queen, and would forever reign her kingdom, no matter how large or small. Looking Glass was simply just another card dealt to her in her game, another move to play. But she would milk it for all it was worth! He was useful, the king of a lovely, dangerous land that she oh so wished to obtain. And she would, with a little effort and hard work on her part. But work was such a drab subject.. why not have a little fun with it?

Why, she'd only known him twenty four hours and he was already a blast to tease. His reactions were so charming, and absolutely captivating. Her sarcasm seemed to get to him in an intoxicating kind of way. Of course, he'd reprimanded her for her dismissive ways at the herd meeting that he had held. A wicked grin crossed her pink lips. He'd laid his teeth on her sharply, ordered her around as if she were a lost puppy with no where to go, when in fact, she had places to go, people to see, stallion's to torture, and castles to conquer. But of course she wouldn't allow Looking Glass to know that. To him she was a simple little mare when a strong will and opinion with a superior attitude. Sure she was strong, overbearing, slightly over confident, and a little more than a handful, but what queen wasn't?

The blue roan wandered deeper into the caves, winding through passages with little sense of where she was going, however she didn't care much where she ended up. She needed some alone time with the massive black stallion whom she itched to seduce. She turned tail and let out a velvet whinny back the way she'd come. He couldn't be far, as the meeting had just been adjourned and he wouldn't be less than fifteen feet from the gaping, sharp-toothed mouth of the cavern. "Looooking Glass.." She cooed, voice gentle and inquiring, with a quirky smirk tinging the edge of her lips. "My love.." She grinned, venom dripping in excess off the seemingly welcoming words. "I miss you, my king!" She chanted through the echoing darkness that shrouded around her like a veil, like a clammy silhouette wrapping it's humid arms around her petite physique.

"I don't like to be kept waiting, my sweet, sweet Looking Glass.." She murmured, loud enough that if he was traveling toward her, the echoes would carry it effortlessly to his pointed ears. "Besides, I know you, handsome. You wouldn't pass up the opportunity to have anyone like me all to yourself, alone, in a deep, dark cave.." She giggled like a young filly and spun on her haunches, cantering rather carefully, deeper into the slick darkness.

Callisto. Five. Blue Roan. Lusitano x Spanish Mustang. 15.1. Mare.

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[atrb=background,http://i879.photobucket.com/albums/ab360/GREYtheFLAILER/LGDARKTABLEMIDDLE.jpg] Looking Glass I’ll seek you out, Flay you alive, One more word and you won’t survive. And I’m not scared of your stolen power, I see right through you any hour... .xXx. The meeting hadn’t been quite what the hefty stallion had been expecting, though Looking Glass figured it wasn’t often that things would follow his carefully constructed plans—especially when attempting to bring a group, such as the Saints, all together in one place. Each and every horse had an entirely different personality, though they all had one, important thing in common; the raging hunger for power. It was a particularly primal want, one that has been present since the creation of living things, but even still, Looking Glass could see it glimmering within the depths of the eyes of each and every horse that had attended. But, the longing for power, recognition, and respect was something Looking Glass loved seeing within the eyes of his followers, as without it, each and every equine would be lacking passion. And, passion was certainly needed in order to accomplish great things; things that, despite what others may believe, Looking Glass fully intended to accomplish within his reign as king. As horses began to file out of the cavern, the charred and ivory beast heaved a great sigh, his chest expanding with the action, as his eyes stayed firmly trained on the beings making their exit. They were quick to escape the chaos that had been the meeting, and it didn’t take long before the draft cross was in his lonesome, ears perked and forward, as he let out a single, harsh snort in slight relief. The male’s tail whipped against his side as he steadily began to make his way from the cavern, each and every step carefully placed, before the sudden, soft sound of a feminine voice brushed past his audits, causing the male to pause, his cerulean orbs flickering from place to place, in search of the nearby female. “Loooking Glass...” Immediately the brute’s entire disposition changed, the seductively spoken words causing the stallion’s nares to flare to the widest of their ability, as well as his neck to arch in both a regal and powerful display of strength and hunger. “My love... I miss you, my King!” The voice, whom he soon recognized to be Callisto—the daringly flirtatious mare from the meeting, called, and Looking Glass could nearly envision the delicious, little smirk that would be upon her maw, accompanying such deliciously spoken lyrics. He didn’t bother calling back to the female, as that would only be a display of immaturity and uselessness, but instead, the hellion began stalking towards the echoing sound of her voice. Excitement thrummed throughout his entire, massive frame as he continued onwards, adrenaline pumping throughout his veins, as it tended to do with the anticipation of company with a female. “I don’t like to be waiting, my sweet, sweet Looking Glass... Besides, I know you, handsome. You wouldn’t pass up the opportunity to have someone like me all to yourself, alone, in a deep, dark cave...” The tauntingly intoxicating tone of Callisto’s words were enough to snag the stallion’s attention thoroughly, and it wasn’t long before Looking Glass could inhale her feminine aroma; an indicator to her nearness. Darkness loomed about the stallion like thick smoke, and though he usually wasn’t bothered by such a thing, the lack of visibility was currently somewhat irritating. The brute thought briefly about emitting a low, throaty nicker in calling to the mare, but quickly dismissed the thought as pointless. Never would he, Looking Glass, call so pathetically to a mare. He perused mares, and he let them come willingly to him; never would he call to a female, in such a miserable attempt at authority. Looking Glass didn’t ask permission; no, he went after what he wanted, no matter what the circumstances. The echoing sound of hooves clipping against the cave entered the male’s ears after a moment, and it became suddenly certain that the mare, Callisto, was cantering. His ears threatening to pin with the taunting thought of her escaping, Looking Glass pushed himself into an immediate lope, his hooves pounding considerably more savagely against the rock beneath him. He’d travelled these paths many times since his arrival as king, and he trusted his knowledge of the paths, though the stallion couldn’t seem to repress his desperate longing to catch a glimpse of her, just to feed the fire. His wish was granted soon enough, as Looking Glass raced onwards through the smaller caverns, and through the dappled pattern of light sneaking in through the rocks of the ceiling, he caught sight of her roaned pelt, and in response, immediately began pushing himself forwards. He approached her easily, his gate slowing as they approached a larger, more open cavern, and the stallion took no haste in coming to her side, his neck extending in order to let his maw caress lightly against the round of her barrel, in a rather forward, eager greeting, the touch sending warmth throughout his entire mug. “I’m sure letting such a chance escape my grasp would be enough to kill me, Love.” He replied far too easily, his lyrics gravelly and deep; nearly oozing with seduction and a very wild, lustful hunger. It wasn’t nearly spring, to the stallion’s dismay, but that certainly didn’t meant the two couldn’t have some fun. What that implied, Looking Glass had yet to know. I’m taking it slow, Feeding my flame, Shuffling the cards of your game. And just in time, In the right place, Suddenly I will play my ace... Words: 938 Muse: Terrible Notes: I need to post for youuu.. sorry if it fails. D;

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[Bailey.]

Callisto's stride slowed gradually as she carefully avoided the black walls surrounding her. Shoulders brushed clammy stone here, haunches faintly flickered past dripping rock there. Each touch sent a sensual shiver down her spine, like fingers seductively closing around her windpipe, sucking the air from her body. She grinned wickedly in the blackness, to herself and only herself. That was all she needed. Depending on others was a weakness. And being weak wasn't Calli's strong suit. Her hooves fell in a steady rhythm, sending out vibrations, echoing to lead LG to her. After all, she wasn't hiding from him. Simply, playing games.. Oh, yes. Callisto was very, very good at playing games. If she was wasn't modest, she'd call it her forte.. oh, wait.

Finally the pounding of his hooves thrummed deliciously in her pricked ears. The grin seeped back into place, the only flash of white in the pitch darkness which encased them both. "I’m sure letting such a chance escape my grasp would be enough to kill me, Love." She let out a chuckle at his words. "Oh, my sweet, I'm quite sure it would." She purred, hooves leaving very little evidence as to where exactly she stood around LG. She laughed again, the darkness and resounding walls playing exactly to her advantage.

"I think we have some discussing to do, Darling." Though the purr remained, the words faded into a hiss, surprisingly venomous for such a stunningly beautiful creature. She edged closer to his body heat, reaching out gingerly until she felt skin. She felt with an audacity, not caring what crevices she stumbled upon, freely searching his velvety skin until she found his flowing spine. Her maw opened and teeth bumped down the vertebrae until she had no more room at the base of his tail. With that she lengthened her Spanish stride into the opposite direction.

"I saw you tormenting that poor little thing." She let the words drop off in quiet suspense. She turned, and walked briskly back toward him, allowing the confusing rings of hoof beats to resonate around him. She strode past him letting her blue body slink against his. "The poor little, Kai." She spit the name out, as if disgusted by the taste. "My Love, we really do need to get to work on your taste. That stunningly illiterate foal." Callisto spun on her haunches, creating a unique succession of sound, and aimed blindly for where he had previously stood. Luckily, he still remained there, and she came face to face with him in the darkness.

Her voice was only but a whisper in the stillness which enveloped them. "You must agree," She almost demanded this, a grin on her lips as breath after breath heated LG's own muzzle. She took a step closer, letting her own maw slip up his intoxicating boa constrictor of a neck. "You must not waste your time on little accessories like her, Doll. You need the real deal.." She trailed off again, as she had so famously perfected. She let her muzzle fall to his withers, resting her head there and allowed her salt and pepper toned tail flick into her face, teasing, taunting. She twisted her neck, remaining with her hooves planted beside him, rump placed ever so enticingly near his face.

She awaited for silence to once again wrap around her. "Looking Glass, my love.." She smirked a sick little smile. "You need me." She laughed, so self-confident, and so terrible. With that said, the roan kicked into a canter, eyes searching blindly in the dark for a twisting passageway that would lead her further from him. Had to keep him on his toes after all, if he wanted anything out of this fifteen hand mare. She wasn't easy. Notoriously not, actually. But would she be Callisto is she was?

Callisto. Five. Blue Roan. Lusitano x Spanish Mustang. 15.1. Mare.