Nothing New (Toaster)

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Aiden stood knee-deep in the body of water that they called Jihar, her red and cream tail contrasting oddly with the dark, blue-brown water as it floated out behind her in the almost nonexistent current. The minimal ripples around her body suggested that she had been standing still for a resonable amount of time, just watching the water as she rested from the heat and the bugs, and so she had. While many people enjoyed the summer, and even she had to admit that they had experienced a very nasty winter, she still had little tolerance for the horrific heat. Bring on the snow any day, she liked it much better.

The mare, who had just recently been staring at the water with a slightly vacant expression seemed to come back to herself, a small jerk of head bringing her gaze to the lake water around her legs. Her knees folded, and her back dissapered under the water for a moment, then she emerged and began slopping towards the shore, the roan of her body now a dark red and her mane dripping on the grass as she grazed and dried off.

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It seemed like forever that Voltair had been watching his latest target. For the longest time, all she had done was stare off into the slow moving waters of the lake. The black stallion had never seen someone space out for such a long period of time. It probably would of served him well to do what he’d originally been planning since he spotted the mare; rape. Or, as he’d like to call it, simply claiming what he thought was rightfully his. How easy it would have been to simply walk up and take her during that time. It was almost laughable. Yet, watching her was of great fun, too. And besides, he had other plans for her besides an unwilling mate.

As soon as the mare seemed to come back to herself, Voltair let out a snort of amusement and determination. In a rush, he descend the slight hill he’d been perched upon for at least five minutes, and neighed to announce his (most likely) unwanted presence. The other horse appeared out of the water from which she’d momentarily descended in. And as soon as she’d made it back to land, he was there to greet her with a harsh and unnecessary nip to the shoulder.

He enjoyed making a nuisance of himself. To see the irritated or frightened looks on another’s face. To give them hell instead of peace. Votlair hadn’t been one for peace in years. It’s not as if he didn’t desire it, somewhere deep, deep within. It’s the fact that he couldn’t find it. And besides, what fun was peace? The tranquility of such a thing was boring to those like him. And if he couldn’t find it, then he’d make sure nobody else would. Especially mares.

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It was odd, probably, that Aiden hadn't seen the stallion all the time she was there. Yes, she had had her back turned and she had been spaced out for a short while there, but he seemed to have descended the hill as she emerged and it seem extremely thoughtless of her to let him get so close without her knowledge—she jumped slightly and silently scolded herself for it a second latter as he neighed. She had learned rather early on that stallions were often not to be trusted, and this feeling only increased as he nipped at her shoulder, perhaps a little harder than a normal play-nip would have been.

Quickly skittering away from the black stallion and giving him a look of cool calculation, the mare flicked her still sopping wet tail, taking care to spray the impertinent stallion as she did so. ”If you are trying to flirt with me, you are doing a very poor job.” The mare told Voltair, putting a bored kind of disdain in the words that would hopefully tell him—unless he was exceptionally thick, which was not entirely out of the question—that she was not interested in him in the least.

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He felt the light spray of water come off her tail as she flicked it, yet he was hardly fazed by the move. With ears pinned tightly back, Voltiar watched as the mare reacted just how he suspected she would. Though that didn’t mean he didn't like it. Most of them always put up a fight, and he was sure this one would be no different. That was alright for Voltair, though. Just more fun and games for him.

The female’s words caused a smirk to spread across his maw, but he disregarded them completely. Flirt? As if. He’d simply been doing what he considered to be entertaining. Yes, biting and causing others discomfort and pain was his idea of a good time. The fact that the mare clearly didn’t like it just egged him on further. In another move, he pushed off with his powerful back legs and charged towards the mare as if he were about to ram right into her. But, at the last second, he veered off to the left with inches to spare and reached out to take yet another bite at her. Mere seconds later he came to a sliding halt on the other side of the other horse from where he’d just been and faced her again, both an evil and amused glint in his eyes.

It seemed clear that Voltair was not here for chit chat, and that he did not care whether she wanted him here or not. What she wanted was of no interest to the pumped up black stallion. He was completely focused on tormenting her at the moment.

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Aiden couldn't pretend that she wasn't suprised as the stallion suddenly charged her, but being small sometimes had it's advantages; she managed to leap out of the way, and even though it was unnessicary as he swerved aside, he probably still heard her snarl. Her demenour had noticably changed with his one move. She was seriously ticked off now, and she had never really cared who knew it; her eyes were narrowed and her neck extended towards him, with her feet planted and her ears and tail clamped. This had always been her problem: what bothers her always showed through, and she allowed herself to be provoked...

"What are you playing at?" The mare demanded agressively, taking a step towards Voltair, but doing nothing aside from glare at him yet-- while neither her build nor her stature demanded much respect, her anger did serve to give her a little more of an advantage; that might even be why she had developed it in the first place. "Just back the hell off, okay?" The mare told him venomously.

[ooc: Hehe, it's fun to play her whe she's got her anger managment problems going on. ^v^]

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He’d missed her. His teeth had not found their mark when he had gone to bite her once again. But that was just one minor fault. One tiny hitch in his overall plans. The brute’s spirit was in no way dampened, for her light snarl had indeed hit his ears. It all just excited and intrigued him more. The mare was already angry at him. Unleashing the other’s temper was all to easy.

Voltair had always had a knack for getting under the skin of those he targeted. Whether it be insulting their every move and word or simply physically harassing them, it was hard to fail. Even the most peaceful of horses would eventually snap. He was heartless and relentless. Every single thing he did seemed to be for his own benefits. Even if he ever did show a hint of kindness to another, in the end it was all fake. It was all for his gain and another’s loss.

The words that slipped from the mare’s mouth almost made him laugh out loud. Why would he ever back off? Simply biting and charging her just to be on his merry way was not on his agenda today or ever. And if she thought he’d been a bastard already, she would think a few simple bites were heaven compared to what he was planning.

Shaking out the rough hairs of his mane, he stepped to the side and trotted a few paces to the female’s left before halting for a split second, neck arched and tail held high as he eyed her rump. His intentions must have been perfectly clear in that brief moment when his eyes had drifted there. But he hardly gave her a chance to comprehend it all, for he was already maneuvering behind to mount.

NOTE: Yeah… so if he succeeds right now, then black the major details out XD. If you want her to put up more of a fight then feel free. lol)

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Aiden did not turn around as the stallion circled her, refusing to give him the pleasure of seeing that she was beginning to get nervous, only her eyes following him with as much contempt as she could muster. This however, turned out to be the fatal mistake; it was a moment too late that she realized what was about to happen and couldn't get out of the way in time.

It was over with very quickly. Aiden skittered a very good ways away from him and stood with her feet planted, sides heaving as though she had run a long way. She looked as though she couldn't decide whether she was furious or terrified. Her ear were pinned against her head, but her eyes were wide; instinct made her catious, told her to run, and her spirit made her want to stay and fight.

"I..." Aiden wanted to say something, to bring the situation back into a territory she could comprehend, but she couldn't find words.

[ooc: Quick little skip over that... skip all the awk. xD]

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It was all over and done with easily. The mare skittered away from him as soon as he’d dismounted, and he let her. There wasn’t much he needed the other horse for now that he’d planted his seed. If all went well, she’d conceive and sire his spawn. If not, though, it wouldn’t make much difference to him. There were always plenty more where she came from. And besides, his main reason for this kind of act was to feel power and dominance over someone whom he saw as lesser than him. To break them, to hurt them, and to make them confused. He practically fed off of this one’s shock that was radiating from her.

Her voice floated to him even from the distance she’d put between them. He laughed a little, a sound of sick enjoyment caused by the mare’s discomfort. “Yes?” he asked “Did you want to say something?” his tone was taunting as he took a step towards her. Honestly, Voltair didn’t care much for what she had to say. But egging her on a little more than he already had before was just to irresistible. Letting out a snort of amusement, he didn’t wait to hear her answer, and instead turned to depart and leave her to face a grim reality.

NOTE: XD

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The mare was still just standing there, stiff and rigid as a board, some of the shock filtering away from her face, making her look progressively more murderous as the seconds ticked on. Adrenaline pulsed through her body, making her feel reckless, powerful. Like she could--would, no doubt--try and hurt him. Her eyes were flashing. She did not answer him, and she certainly would not. Her face had become eerily still, calm, and her breathing with slowing down again. Everything about her had slowed down a little. She was not thinking right, but she didn't know it at that moment, because she had never felt rage like this.

The stallion had already stepped forward, toward her, and it was not a very short distance to jump before the mare attacked him. She was small, and her stature did not command a lot of respect, but she knew how to fight. She'd learned it real young; when you have an older brother like she had, the kind of father she did, you know what parts are the most sensitive to bites or which ones are better for kicking. Her small hooves were good for one thing, at least; they were sharp. She wanted to get at him while he was surprised, before he started fighting back, because then it would be a real problem for her.

"How--dare--you--" Aiden puntuated each word with a blow, her voice loud and much steadier than it seemed like it would be if it were representing her feelings at the moment, knowing she could not get away from this much longer. "You--BASTARD--"

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Her words meant nothing to him. With a dismissive flick of his tail, he turned, not anticipating any attack. Yet, no shock went through the brute when a sudden pain shot through his hindquarters. Ears pinned back immediately, and he spun to face the angry mare with a vicious snap of his teeth. There was what appeared to be rage in the other’s eyes, and she’d not wasted any time in trying to go at him again. Voltar dodged to the right, away from any second oncoming attack she might be planning. The cool water of the lake washed over his hooves just a few inches, and now, facing away form her once again, he rudely kicked up mud with his back hooves, aimed right for the mare. He wasn’t going to fight her, though. One might call him a wimp for backing down so quickly, but the way Voltair saw it, he was being smart. He may have been an unruly brute that picked on other horses, but he saw absolutely no gain in a full on fight with this horse. Why risk injury when there was nothing to really fight for? The mare may have had her reasons to attack, but Voltair saw no gain for himself. He’d done his business, finished what he had came for, and that was that.

With a snort, he wasted no time in galloping off down the shoreline. Taking a curious glance back at his the other horse, and his stinging flank. Blood dripped from a pretty long, yet rather shallow cut inflicted by the mare’s hooves. It didn’t appear to be anything serious, though. He’d gotten a much worse wound on his neck a few years before. Shaking off the throbbing pain, his eyes quickly shifted to the irritated mare he was leaving behind. A small smirk formed upon his maw before he turned his vision ahead again.

NOTE: Does she chase him or is that that? : P

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"You coward-- dammit, COME BACK HERE!" Aiden was shouting like a lunatic, standing on the edge of the lake with her neck dribbling blood and water onto the mud, but with her feet planted on the shore. She knew it would be a waste of time and energy to chase him, even if she was furious. His legs were much longer than hers, not to mention he had a sizable lead on her anyway.

[ooc: We can leave it at that; no sense rambling on about it. ]