The Invisible Wall | SHEENA

[Toaster]

He was angry. The irritation swarming through his blood was boiling like a pot of hot water on a stove. He wanted to bite something. Kick something. Kill something. Ears pinned back tight against his head, sides heaved in deep huffs of annoyance as he paced through the trees. Back and forth he went for what seemed like a millennia. He had given the damn mare one simple job to do before their first official meeting, and he was feeling as if maybe she failed. Or she was just slower than a slug. A dead slug. Could he count on nobody these days? Why had he even put trust into a mare of all others. He could of sent an innocent little stallion to infiltrate his brothers lands, or even a yearling! Either of them would have been on time. “Mares” he scoffed “So unreliable”. She probably got herself killed, or changed her mind. Typical he finished in his head, eyes narrowing as he kicked a small branch out of his path.

Despite his anger, Voltair was also nervous. Yes, the heartless brute could get nervous. Being so close to his brothers lands was not where he wanted to be. The only reason he had even come was to check up with Sheena… and she hadn’t even showed up.

Grinding his teeth together, he let out a snarl like sound and lashed his back hooves at a tree, the trunk quivering from the force and causing leaves to rain down around him. They hit the ground softly, allowing him to hear a sudden sound off behind him. Footfall. Finally. The familiar scent of his pawn filled his nose, and his muscles tensed beneath his black hide. “You’re late” he growled out dangerously, not even bothering to look at her.

NOTES: nottin.
WORD COUNT: eh
MUSE: good
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood

[BATMAN.]

It hadn't even seemed to be that long since the day she met Socrates for the first time, however her stomach bulged outward both sides already. It wasn't huge or anything, but oh it was becoming noticeable. Which honestly irritated her, she hated not having her figure, it was her tool. Her weapon. Although, this was business, and she was the type to do whatever was needed to get the task in hand finished. And sacrificing her beautiful figure for a while was something she would do to get her job complete. Socrates happened to make her feel no less beautiful, he in fact had started treating her with more... comfort, than their original first meeting. It had somewhat surprised her at the amount of affection he had shown her, now it wasn't really that much, but it was a lot more than they had began with. It was all working in favors of her plan.

At this particular moment, however, the dappled mare was on her way to a meeting. With none other than the Voltair himself. It had taken her a little while to finally leave Socrates' side, along with her afternoon munchies. Carrying another was quite the hassle, she was hungry all of the damn time. As she approached the onyx hued brute, his words reached her ears. All she did was roll her eyes, "Like you had anything better to do than wait." She spat back, making her trademark circle around him, eye scanning every inch of his muscled body. Mmmmm, oh so good.

[Toaster]

Ears twitched back as her voice drifted to his sensitive ears. That sugary, seductive voice. It was one of the reasons he chose her for this job out of all others. He knew his brother had his weaknesses for mares that were both easy on the eyes and sweet on the ears. Even Voltair found himself almost falling under it’s spell. But he had some form of immunity to it. Perhaps it was the fact that he knew it was all just an act from her, even around him.

Turning his head to look at her with a scarily calm expression upon his face, the size of her stomach was hard for him to ignore. “You’re fat” he scrutinized as she circled him. He wondered if she’d let herself go. Or… oh shit. In an instant, his eyes narrowed and his teeth ground together, face twisting into anger. “You’re pregnant…”. He didn’t look happy. At all. “God!” he turned away, as if he were suddenly disgusted by the sight of her. “You stupid, stupid mare! Couldn’t resist those fucking motherly urg-” voice cut off all of a sudden as something dawned on him. “Wait a minute…”. A foal would surely put her in his brothers favor. Socrates had always been one to favor mares whom gave him heirs. Voltair knew this. This could work to his advantage. So why had he reacted the way he did? Voltair wouldn’t even bother to deny the fact it was probably because he wanted Sheena for himself. Turning back to her, his features were calm again, and he eyed her carefully. “Tell me you don’t actually want the thing” he said, locking eyes with her, as if daring her to say she did.

NOTES: nottin.
WORD COUNT: idk
MUSE: good
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood

[BATMAN.]

What unfolded in front of her was slightly amusing. Although it was annoying just as well. Typical males. She rolled her eyes, it didn't even really phase her with his outburst. Not even a flinch. It was no secret that males thought females were stupid low lives, nothing else. Better for nothing but baby makers. God, did it disgust her. Especially the mares that played into the whole thing, it was just a big joke. Love, kindness, affection. Please. It was nothing but a bunch of bullshit. Warmth quickly rushed to her head as he called her a stupid mare, that was something she absolutely hated to be called. Stupid. However, she bit her tongue, waiting for him to calm his hissy fit.

"You done yet?" She shot at him after he finished calling her a stupid mare. "Couldn’t resist those fucking motherly urg-" PUH-LEASE! Motherly urges? HA! As if. A sly smirk crept upon her muzzle as she watched him finally realizing her plan. A chilling laugh flowed from her at his last question, she shook her mane out and rolled her eyes. "Now look who's the stupid one." She responded, looking around as if she was bored already of their "meeting." Sheena took a few steps off to the side, further from Voltair. She suddenly was quite annoyed with his impatient attitude he had with her. It was very unprofessional like. "I took it upon myself to further process this plan, just being one more step ahead of you, Voltair." She glanced at him, her black eyes gleamed. She flicked her tail, feeling the tips brush against her hip bone.

"It's all business. He has taken quite an interested and affection to this thing," She reached over to touch her muzzle to her stomach, but raising her head once more to look at him directly. "I was making plans to rid of it after the mission was complete." She explained, still a slight boredom hinted in her voice. Eye "brow" raised slightly in question, "You seemed flustered however... jealous, per-say?" A very small smile was visible, although she only stood there.

[Toaster]

"Now look who's the stupid one."
"I took it upon myself to further process this plan, just being one more step ahead of you, Voltair."

“Watch yourself” he warned with a serious look upon his face, voice dripping in venom as he took a few steps towards the way she had came. If she had been anyone else, he would of rid himself of her right then and there. Yet, lucky for her, she was worth to much to him right now. Maybe later he could dispose of her. If she failed, that is. If she did her job and did it well then he could consider keeping her around. He may of called her stupid, but he didn’t underestimate her abilities. She may have been a mare, but Voltair would not deny she was the most devious one he’d ever met. That was a quality he valued. Though he also understood it could be dangerous. He didn’t doubt that Sheena had her own plans forming in her head.

“Jealous? Why yes, yes I am” he said, not bothering to pay her much mind or care what she thought as he stared off into the forest, towards the borders of Covell. If only he could storm in and take his throne right now. He could already taste his brother’s blood on his tongue. But no, he could not strike. His campaign would not be ready for quite some time. It could be months or years. But he would not strike till he was sure he and his allies were ready.

With the shake of his head, he turned back to Sheena, eyeing her growing stomach with a cold gaze. He wanted to rip that thing in there right out of her. He wanted her for himself. Perhaps her coat wasn’t the most exotic, but that didn’t matter to him. She was still attractive. And smart… even if he’d called her stupid. Voltiar had offered her the position of queen before he had sent her off to Covell, and for the time being he was sticking to his word. Though, that could change quickly depending on the circumstances. It wasn’t love, no not even close. More like to satisfy his own greed and lust.

NOTES: nottin.
WORD COUNT: idk
MUSE: good
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood

[BATMAN.]

"Watch yourself."

A wicked laugh exploded from the mare, she shook out her mane and circled the brute. "Oh, please. Do something, Voltair. I dare you," She threatened, her dark eyes glaring at him with sweet seduction. There was absolutely nothing she was afraid of, Voltair was definitely not going to boss her around. It was bad enough that she had allowed his brother do such a disgusting and revolting thing to her. But it was all business and that was all she saw it as. The foal growing inside her was nothing but a tool being used in her favor. It was rather amusing, to be in between two brothers. She was screwing with them both so much, but she enjoyed every second of it. Voltair needed her to help him. She had Socrates baby growing inside her. Oh, what a life.

"I couldn't tell." She rolled her eyes, looking in an opposite direction than the brute. She flicked her tail, the tips of it brushed against her haunches. She reached around to nip at her stomach, it was irritating her. It was as if she could feel the little bastard growing, turning, feeding. She snorted and looked back at him. She stepped toward him, stopping only so she was an inch or so from him. She cocked her head sideways ever so slightly, eyes gazing into his own. She nudged his upper neck with her muzzle, "Why you so jealous?" She whispered, her eyes held nothing but mischief.

[Toaster]

Ignoring the laugh that erupted from the mare’s overgrown belly was easy enough, and so was her taunting. In fact, he acted as if he’d not even heard her. As if her words had gone in one ear and out the other. Instead of paying her any mind, he stared into the forests, glaring into the trees with flared nostrils and tensed muscles under his black hide. He wanted his brother here now. He wanted his relations throat locked between his jaws. He wanted to hear him scream and beg for mercy. To hear him apologize for taking the throne. It was Voltair’s rightful throne, not Socrates’. It was Voltair who was supposed to rule the expanses of caverns, not Socrates.

His teeth grinded together, and he held his head high, snorting in distaste as he turned his head to the side a little, trying to distract himself from the lands that lay ahead. He couldn’t see them, but he could feel them close by. If only it would be so easy.

Sheena appeared in his line of vision, gazing at him. He simply glared back. When she nudged him, he made absolutely no move, standing as still and as strong as a stone statue. “That should be my foal growing in there” he spoke evenly, referring to the thing in her stomach. If any foal was going to come out of Sheena, he believed it should be his own. Though, he had to tell himself that the little brat by his brother would gain him something. It could easily be disposed of later.

Impatiently, he shoved past the gray mare so he didn’t have to look in the direction of his homelands anymore. The fact that such a pest as his brother roamed his lands disgusted him to no end. It would take some time, when he got it back, to rid of all the scents and other dirt that his kin left.

NOTES: nottin.
WORD COUNT: idk
MUSE: ok
VOICE: mark strong as lord blackwood