Who Do You Love? (Vanira)

[Hudsdale]

Cy's keen blue eyes had spotted him. There he was - a monstrous twelve point buck with the speed of a wildcat and the strength of a horse. Cy resided far from the deer so as not to be detected but still have a clear vantage point. The grace of such a creature combined with such power and elegance astounded Cy. Though larger than the stag, Cy could not help but feel inadequate in his presence. The animal was regal, though not gaudy - tawny but not hackneyed. How could anything be more treacherous? The rack atop his head was sharp - not fuzzy and dull like those younger than him. He'd taken the time to perfect them, as well he should. They were killing machines masked with beauty. Cy wasn't sure he'd ever respected another living being as much as he did right at that moment.

He contemplated calling out to the deer. How strange it was that he'd never held a conversation with one. Cy rarely ever spoke to woodland creatures and especially never to one as regal as this beast. The bull jerked his gaze to the side, appearing to become aware of his watcher's glance. It wasn't long before the deer had gamboled off with his graceful bounds and Cy became out of luck when it came to making contact. With a little sigh, Cy's expression turned from awe to skepticism. The stag would run at the sign of any danger, neglecting to show his true power to his opponent if he could find a way out first. That was where he was wrong.

[Thoxic]

V A N I R A

The movement of her bi-coloured body was smooth and silent, not enough to scare either deer or rabbit, so when a bull just sprung out from a couple of bushes from her right, she was surprised and almost backed off a few steps. He didn't seem to be running from her, just jumping off into the heart of the forest. As Vanira usually was a grumpy bitch, and she knew it, she usually didn't care much about the wildlife around her, but for some reason, this amazed her. Maybe because the bull had been so regal with the horns and perfect strides when he had jumped of into the deeper parts of the forest.
For a moment, she tossed her head and long forelock, and let it cover more than half of her dark chestnut blaze. Her black chestnut body, with liver chestnut spots, so dark red that it looked like blood, was trimmed with muscles and health, even though it was mid-winter, and she didn't think it was cold, even though she could feel that it nagged just a bit over the less thick-coated parts of her body. The light sounds of her hooves on the snow when she continued to walk forward, soon had her in a calming grasp, and she was calm for the first time in months. Snow always had that affect on her, calming, like a cool blanket around her otherwise angry attitude, she didn't even notice herself the heat around her, it was too cold for it, and she was too much in this calm state of mind, almost dreaming.

[Hudsdale]

It was not long at all before the scent of another began to tickle his nostrils. It was the kind that he both hated and adored to detect - a mare's.

Being the excellent tracker that he was, Cy found the trail immediately, lowering his head in a fashion akin to that of a wolf following the scent. Glancing up periodically to sight her, his efforts were fruitful. The body before him was a special one - unlike any he'd seen before. The colors of her coat seemed so unique that could they possibly have been unnatural? Had Cy come across something completely new?

...Was it possible that she was not healthy? As he stood nearly two hundred feet from her behind forest brush, his view was not without its flaws. The only way to get a good look would be to approach her. It didn't take too long for him to oblige himself. His trot was short-lived, however. After having pushed aside unwanted brambles and branches, he got closer until it was clear to him that she was not in the best of moods.


Her air seemed tense - as though she wanted nothing to do with anyone. Deciding to prove to himself that the negative aspects of a buck's character did not assume him, Cy pushed through the final branch to reveal himself to the mare, a good 20 feet away now. The leaves of the branches disrupted rustled behind him, wobbling until they calmed.

"You seem to have scared off my buck..." His expression was one of mischief as his head tilted on the axis that was his neck. His snow white smirk played against his dark coat in the battle for what could attract her attention more. Then again, anything would've...

[Thoxic]

V A N I R A

Maybe the aura around her was tensed and almost angry, but it didn't get better when a stallion seemed to come trotting from nowhere, sounding all cocky and dominant, everything she hated about stallions. Saying that she had scared of the deer was ridiculous, she hadn't even been near it, and suddenly, everything about this stallion irritated her. She was in a bad mood today and maybe it showed a little too much. But she had none to answer to, so she didn't care.
"I scared no away, it scared me."
She said simply, because it was the truth, it might have been anything or anyone who scared the creature away, and what a funny thing to say, 'my buck'? Did he own this forest or something? She doubted it, but he surely seemed to be confident enough to try to be even near her. her wicked mind just wanted him to leave, to leave her here alone so she could be alone with her wicked thoughts, that she mostly kept to herself, because most horses didn't like her way of thinking.

[Hudsdale]

It scared her, huh? Cy grimaced a little with pleasure as he listened to her and read her actions. He'd stumbled upon something fiery - he could already tell. Spunky mares were always a handful and he, satisfied that he'd proven himself already against the buck with the attention span of poultry, was ready to take it today. Ordinarily, there was nothing more angering than a feminist, but he was prepared for anything for the moment.

The stallion shook his neck a little to remove a stray dead leave from his auburn mane as his tail slowly swayed back and forth behind him, brushing his hocks. Cy's eyes scanned over the mare's coat, noting each strange block of color. It seemed that everywhere he would expect to see a spot of white, it was brown. Again the thought that perhaps she was not anything he'd ever seen before popped into his brain.

"Aw, it did?" he patronized. "Seems a little backwards, don't you think?"

His voice held not even the slightest attempt at seduction. If he wanted her, he would have her and that was all there was to it. He felt no need to woo. Cy took a step closer to further examine the mare's new colors. Though they were tempting, she was no card in his hand.In all honesty, he wasn't sure why he'd approached her in the first place. As he took another look at her stunning appearance, the new warmth that surged beneath his black chestnut hide reminded him.

[Thoxic]

V A N I R A

Vanira looked at the stallion with something that looked like disgust, she really didn't want to handle with this guy right now, he had destroyed her joyous mood, a mood that she rarely had lately, and she wasn't happy with him now.
With her ears mor pointed backwards now she looked at him with her black eyes, that had several golden brown little spots in them, like golden stars on a night sky.
"See it how you want, I couldn't care less what you thought of it."
She said before she started walking again, swishing her tail over her hocks, she really couldn't care less about the stallion, she wasn't interested in such things with anyone, especially not one who started forward and bluntly accusing her for stuff. She knew that she would probably be just as crude and inpolite, but what the hell, she didn't want anyone else doing it to her, especially not now when she really wasn't in the mood. She would rather kick his face in or something.