[Strangers.Aren't.Always.What.They.Seem.] [Open]

[nss]

The chestnut stags golden amber eyes searched the surrounding area. Nothing really caught his eyes. He needed a home to bring a fae or two to. The cruel steed smirked. He wasn't one to keep from force claiming. In fact he quiet enjoyed it. His eyes where narrowed and his harks in a lazy position. He was a tall brute 16.2 with a chestnut pelt and red mane. He had a white blaze down his face and three white socks. Two in the back and one on his left front. The golden eyes closed for a second and he dipped the cruel and handsome face to nibble at the forest grass. His petite nostrils flared slightly taking in the fresh smells. A bird above twittered and his skull raised to hear its sweet song. He sighed feeling the summer temperature rise. He was glad to be in the shade of the tree's for this summer was hot. He had never been this far from the other land. From where he came from. He was known in his old home the mean horse. He thought back to when humans owned him. He was always solitary. He was used in rodeo's, and even if he fought hard it seemed to only pleasure the cruel beasts called humans. They had only put him into confinement after he killed three men. The man who rode him and the men who tried to catch him. One man with a broken back, another was hit to hard in the head, and the last the chestnut stallion had trampled to death. The sight of the crushed head and face came into the stags memory and Mortimer only smiled. The end of his rodeo days. They should have known better than the capture a wild mustang and put him through such torture. His head turned to scratch his sweaty pelt and went down to nibble more grass to wait for a fae's scent to rush into his maw.

Feat; Mortimer; S; 6; 16.2;Chestnut; Golden Amber;
Notes; N/A
Muse; Over flowing

[cheezwizzard]

This was where she belonged. Her green pools that often changed shades were matching the pines on trees exactly. Not to mention her deep chestnut coat matching the bark of trees. She was pretty lil' thing. Her figure was girlish and slim, with an exception for her curvy hips and slight tummy bump. Yep, she was in hormonal pregnant bitch stage, emphasis on bitch. Her mood was good for now and this was shown in her smooth, brisk trot. Her green pools gleamed wickedly along with her smirk. She was out for revenge, loooking for the tall ebony beast who had sired the foal inside of her. Just the thought of him made Fever tick. His over confident ways, obnoxious behavior, and his 'I'm more superior then you' attitude was much to close to her own. He was to similar. That's why Fever couldn't stop thinking about his cocky and irresisble charm.

[nss]

Mortimers head raised slightly smelling the scent of another, A fae like he was hoping. He snorted loudly scaring a few birds away which made him chuckle a little. Smart birds.... He thought, and softly walked forward on the forest floor working his way up to the where he smelled the other. His golden eyes scanned the area and then they rested on a chestnut mare and he smirked. His eyes scanned her trotting figure and his light muscled legs picked up his dainty hooves letting his body give a extended trot towards the mare. he let out a soft nicker to her seeming that he was kind when in fact he was not. "Hello pretty little fae~ What brings you to these parts of the woods hm?"

[cheezwizzard]

Yippee. Another cocky male she will have to show who was boss. She smirked playfully and wandered towards him, an obnoxious half grin upon her maw. Her green pools shone with excitement and amusement as she looked him over. He was a lighter chestnut with amber eyes. He was only half a hand taller and he had already called her little. This poor brute had no clue what he was getting into. "Hello to you too. Aren't you a handsome beast?" Fever spoke clearly with a flirty bat of the eyes. She sauntered closer and smiled genuinely before smirking. "Oh! I have a better question! What are you doing out here, without any protection? You never know who I might be. I could be a serial killer or worse. I could be a pathetic ninny whose gonna bow down and kiss the floor you walk on and give you my womb next spring without a fight. Now who exactly are you and what do you want me to be?" Fever questioned with a sneer. She was already trying to state her dominace over this fool and rose an Invisable eyebrow, waiting for his response.