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Rules...Resheph didn't like rules, not at all. If he found out about one, he'd break it. Just for spite, just because he could. That's probably why he was a wanderer, never in a herd for long. He never wanted to actually challenge the Lead Stallion, he never actually wanted the responsibility to lead a herd. He just wanted to do, what he wanted to do with no one telling him what to do or setting up 'rules' and 'guidelines'. He'd rather just live on his own, where there wasn't any of those 'rules'. But of course that life also meant that you rarely met another equine, especially of the female gender. That was a certain price to pay for his current lifestyle, but he'd rather be without company then with someone always telling him what he could and could not do.

But this valley was different. This was the first place he's ever experienced a need to stay put for any amount of time. It wasn't like suddenly he wanted to slow down, become Mr. Nice guy and start a family with little mini hims all over the place. No, it wasn't like that at all. He still had no interest in a herd with an authority figure, whether it be him or another equine. And he certainly didn't have a urge to 'start a family', he shuddered at even the thought. But he just felt like this valley was interesting, something different. Small traces of familiar scents that weren't familiar at all, that had no meaning to him whatsoever but yet, it did. It was a strange feeling, knowing that you knew something, but really not knowing.

He snorted, annoyed at himself. His massive mahogany frame thundering along the valley, daggers digging into the soft soil below. He imagined it must have rained earlier, though it was currently sunny. Too sunny. He preferred a darker environment, when the moon was high in the sky. But he could only control fire, not the time schedule of the sun and moon. Thinking of this he now set his own hooves aflame, leaving burned hoof prints behind him. He didn't mind showing off, though it wasn't quite as fun when your alone as when when you have someone to show off to, that is.

He continued his journey exploring this land, death hewn orbs catching the site of large stones ahead, scattered quite randomly. He stopped by one, the scent that was annoying him earlier very strong here. He took in a deep breath through his nostrils, trying to figure it out once and for all. His annoyance boiling over he set flame to the huge stone, fire encircling it completely. He gained control of himself now, abolishing the flame and moving on. Then it hit him, it was another equine. It was definitely another equine, equines to be exact. It seemed like this was a sort of meeting place, and the scent that had confused him was of an element. He had heard of equines being able to control the other three elements, but never met one himself.

So other equines inhabited these lands, interesting, he thought as he stopped to observe his surroundings again. Maybe that was why instinct led him here? There was sure to be mares around, and that thought put a smile on his face. He had been yearning for some...attention lately, so to say. But one thing that put him in odds of finding a mare was that facts that he had no land, and he was quite picky. The first wasn't so much of an issue, because he knew if he wanted something-someone-he would get them. No matter what it took. The second though, was a problem. Fortunately his nostrils picked up quite a few scents, this place seemed to be quite the popular hang out. Maybe he'd get lucky.

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Comatose // My Life Outside the Stall

Comatose sniffed the air warily. The bay lone mare was standing against the cold wall of stone. It was several moments after the pretty young mare Passion had left. The rain was starting to fall lightly and her coat smelled of wet horse. The young mare was feeling lonely again, as she was vulnerable. A large wolf or other predator was a large danger to a small, scrawny and frightened mare who was practically afraid of her own shadow. Comatose blinked, gulping, and swallowed. She scented the strong, putrid smell of lone stallion that hadn't properly groomed in days, maybe weeks. Puzzled, she looked back towards the stone walls where Passion had just departed. The bay mare lifted her muzzle and whinnied, hoping to attract the stallion's attention. Even though he smelled like a ragged, unwashed loner he might be good company, protection, and maybe even a friend. Comatose lifted her head and nickered again, blinking with curiosity. She shook her neck calmly, chocolate brown mane flowing around her beautiful dark brown coat.

The small bay mare's eyes widened. She hoped that this stallion was kind. Being alone was nothing that Comatose relished, especially when it meant many dangers and always being on the lookout for predators. Naturally, the pretty young mare knew she could trust him. That was the dangerous part of her personality. She trusted other horses as long as they were kind to her, usually before she met them. No one had taken advantage of it yet but one day, unbeknown to her, it would happen. She didn't yet know, but maybe even with this very stranger, who would threaten her life. Comatose gulped and looked around uneasily before lifting her muzzle and screaming another neigh.

Should I reply? the bay mare argued with herself. Or should I wait quietly? She blinked and puckered her lips, deep in thought. The small mare pondered her thoughts for a few moments, at times thinking she could hear a faint reply from the stallion but never sure. After a few minutes had gone by, her thoughts cleared slightly. How dangerous can a stallion be? For all I know, he might be friendly and good protection! Comatose's eyes sparkled and she lifted her chin proudly. "Hello? Hello, are you there? Who are you?" her whinny carried across the stony plains. "I mean no harm!"

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The smell of a mare slammed into his nostrils, he took it in deeply, smile creeping on his face. He walked slowly in her direction, though his orbs hadn't caught sight of her yet. One step by one he came closer, sun shimmering off his dark pelt and blinding him simultaneously. His auds registered a whinny from the mare, confirming the fact he was walking in the right direction. He heard another vocalization from the mare and shook his head. Wow she was desperate, or lonely. Either was fine for him, but he pondered why she already seemed anxious to see him when she hadn't even saw him yet, let alone got to know him...or the real him. He was known to put on a show, and this mare was most likely not going to be any different then the others.

The sun glared in his eyes as he walked toward her, and finally he came close enough for the glare not to interrupt his sight. She seemed of some sort of Mustang decent, with a white star standing out from her bay pelt. She was beautiful, no doubt about that. But she seemed a dwarf compared to his size, though few equines were of equal or greater size lest they have draft blood in them. His train of thought was interrupted by the mares speech, asking if he was there and he who was. She almost seemed whiny, and he snorted audibly. But he kept his auds perked, lest she say more. And she did, letting him know she meant no harm. He almost laughed, but controlled himself and settled with a scoff.

How could she of all equines have a way to harm him? Haughty he was, but you do have to admit it was laughable. Well, it was for him anyway. She did smell of fire, a slightly smoky air around her. He lifted his skull into the air, shaking his mane wildly with his forelock falling onto his face. "Resheph, if you must know," he responded, now only a few feet away from her. He stood tall, eyeing her with his eerie pitch black orbs. Observing, deciding...Well, she certainly was interesting. "You?" he asked, booming voice breaking the silence that seemed to be present.

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Comatose // My Life Outside the Stall

Comatose gulped with uneasyness. "I'm... I'm Comatose. But call me Com-. I hate my name." she quietly murmured, looking up. "Hello, Resheph. That's a nice name." The bay mare tried to play herself calm and easy but couldn't hide the fear in her voice. This stallion had a large build and a deep voice, showing he was not just some prance along play the leader colt who wandered too far from the herd. No, this stallion meant business. Comatosegulped, shuddering, and blinked. "Um.. hi." she repeated, still wary and uneasy. Looking at him, though, she could see that he would be great at protecting her and was by far the most handsome and mature stallion she had ever met.

The bay mare quivered. Even though this handsome young stallion had come along and swept her off her hooves, she was nervous and shy, as usual. Comatose wasn't used to other horses very much, ever since she had ran away from the rebel herd that her mother had bore her in. She shook her neck, bay mane flicking against the stone wall, and lifted her brown head proudly. " I'm Comatose, a Fire Mare." Comatose proudly whinnied, reintroducing herself. "I live as a loner ever since I abandoned my birth herd." She continued. Oh my gosh, she thought embarrassed. Do I really sound so immature? She gulped and her gaze hardened untruthfully. with a hint of fear. Oh my gosh...

Comatose blinked a few times curiously and raised her muzle, nickering softly. She waited for the stallion to reply back, unsure what to do next.

//OOC// Sorry it's so crappy. Not sure what she can do xD

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The sun fell gradually more and more toward the horizon, dusk coming ever nearer. Dusk was really the best time of day, even beating out dawn for top spot in Resheph's book. For dusk came right before night, rather then dawn as it symbolized a new day. A new day with twelve hours of sunlight, give or take. Dusk, on the other hand meant a full twelve or so hours of frightening peace. A new moon was his favorite, it always got him excited for some reason. Usually darkness frightened equines, it was the time that most predators hunted after all. But not him, not Resheph. He relished darkness, not even giving the threat of predators a second thought. He learned to get a good nights sleep with eyes open and in a standing position from when he was just a colt. Then predators were the least of his worries, it was other equines.

But for now he kept his attention away from his past and toward the mare beside him. He noted she looked nervous, and he didn't have to guess why. He was amazed, however, that she even attempted to cover it up. He usually got one of two response from females. The first being, 'I'm no harm, let me just run away cowering in peace,' which he thought she followed. And the second 'Oh, you think your so bad, but you're not. I can stand you,' those well...Let's just say they did in fact stand up to him...though it didn't end will for them. But this fae was different, maybe naive, but definitely interesting. She hadn't fulfilled either one of the usual personalities he met. Yet anyway.

"Hello Com," he responded, clenching his teeth in a effort to be nice and casual. He probably sounded strained, but it didn't really phase him much. There were other equines around, he was sure of it, although he was starting to take an interest in this 'Com'. "It means fire," he added, talking about the comment she had made about his name. As soon as he spoke fire started to dance around below him, the wet grass making sizzling noises from the sudden heat. Yes, it was much more fun showing off with an audience. A full smirk slowly inched across his mug.

He watched her quiver, almost feeling an urge to comfort her...almost. Then she seemed to shed her former personality like a snake sheds his skin and emerge a more confident mare. She shook her chocolate tresses and looked at him, seemingly free from her former uneasiness. Then she proceeded to reintroduce herself, well she never ceased to amaze. "Ah yes, a loner I am too. Though my past has been much more complicated then yours, I won't bore you with it."

He also didn't start in about his past due to the fact that it wasn't a pleasant story for many equines, and a mare certainly wouldn't want to hear about. Let alone what he had to go through as a colt...

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Comatose // My Life Outside the Stall

Comatose stood still, listening intently with her brown and black ears perked, all of the fur in her coat standing on end with fear and annoyance at his slightly rough and cold tone. She shivered as the rain dripped lightly on to her coat and shook her chocolate brown mane patiently. The bay mare was curious about this stallion. What was his foalhood like, that he seemed to dwell on? Comatose was unsure. She had lived through a rough enough foalhood of her own, rarely meeting stallions after she ran away. The young mare would never forget how openly and rudely her mother spoke of males, or how all the horses in the rebel mare herd did. It was weird that of all things that her mother had bred with one. Why join a rebel mare group when you were pregnant? Comatose blocked thoughts of her past when she noticed that Resheph had went silent and was standing in wait for a reply from her. Comatose flicked her tail in light apology and nickered, glad that she had at least caught his last words. "Though my past has been much more complicated then yours, I won't bore you with it." he had said. What did he mean, Comatose wondered?

The bay mare lifted her head and nickered, blinking with curiosity. No, boring is being trapped with a bunch of old mares who eat grass and complain about stallions all day. Boring is living every day watching your mother attempt to fit in with a rebel mares-only herd where you're lucky if she doesn't take her anger out on you when they make fun of her. Boring is- Yet again Comatose broke off her chain of thought, noticing she was still being rude silently staring at him with the occasional curious blink. She closed her eyes and shook her head apologetically. "No, stories don't bore me. My foalhood bored me. I was stuck with a bunch of mares so old that they were probably here when the stones were fit in place!" she whinnied, letting out a short horse laugh.

She let her shoulders sag with relaxation and nickered again. "Seriousely! They were old and annoying. Talk about boring! You can tell me if you like. I don't mind." Comatose tried to be as kind as possible, her fear ebbing away like stones in a stream. She wasn't as fearful as before and almost completely calm, which was unusual for such a frightened mare. She smiled slightly and faintly, blinking a bit as the curiosity left her slowly. It was replaced with confidence and slight enjoyment of this moment. This stallion sure was likeable.

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Resheph snorted in annoyance, she was in her own little world and didn't even notice his fire play. He relinquished the flames and struck the charred earth with his dagger, like a bull would do before charring. Though he had no intentions of running, he was quite content now in his current position. Looking down-in a quite literal term-at the mare in front of him. She neighed, in apology maybe? He took it as such and kept his auds perked, awaiting to catch her next set of words. But they didn't come, not anytime soon anyway. Rather she seemed to have disappeared, not physically but mentally. Like she was thinking of something, that past perhaps? She continued to stare upwards at him as he watched her curiously, thinking about how odd she really was. Interesting, different, all sugar coated words for odd in his vocabulary. And he didn't sugar coat very often. Unless he was trying to impress someone, as he was trying to now with this mare. He didn't know exactly why, she seemed so naive and inferior. There had to be better mares around. But something kept him rooted in that spot, awaiting her voice.

Finally she did speak, but only to speak more of her past and then inquire of his own. She made a joke and laughed in response, he managed to force a chuckle and actually looked around at the stones with his coal orbs. They were certainly odd, and seemingly just thrown in random places, deeply embedded in the earth from years of sitting there. He made fire near her daggers, at a safe distance away but slowly coming near her and licking at her hooves. He sent a streak of it upward, though away from her and toward him, dying out inches before it hit his stilts. Even though he was resistant to any type of heat like most other equines of his nature. He noticed her nervousness slowly slipping away, revealing a much more clam and confident horse. She talked more about her past, and it did seem very boring. His past wasn't exactly boring per say, he just didn't want to bother her with it. Or to bother himself to tell it, especially the not so nice parts. He hated to lie already, and tried to think up a way to twist his past to become more...acceptable so to say. He didn't want to scare her off so soon, it just wouldn't be fair for him. He was starting to take a liking to her.

"Well, I...left the herd and became a wanderer," he started, so far somewhat truthfully. He did leave the herd...after he killed the lead stallion and with not leader the herd broke up. He had no intentions of picking up that responsibility, after all he didn't even ask for the fight...in a literal sense. "I joined a few other herds, we had some...disagreements," he continued, trying to stick with the truth as much as possible. He did in fact join other herds...but they always had those annoying 'rules' they expected him to follow...More fights...More lives taken..."As I wandered I met a few mares, but they didn't seem to like me much," He didn't discriminate against mares, he fought them too. He stared downward at her, keeping eye contact. Trying to decide where to stop, how far to go with this story. "That's about it, I warned you it was boring," he finished. Smirk still ever present on his mug. Sure, it was boring. Minus the fights, the lives taken, the predators always stalking you, the dehydration, the starvation, the exhaustion, the...well I'll stop. You get the point. He did many things as a wanderer, things this mare certainly didn't need to know if she was going to stay and keep him...company.

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OCC||Eh, it's long but if I didn't give you enough to reply to just let me know. I was pressed for time. haha.

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Comatose // My Life Outside the Stall

Comatose stood still, flicking her tail at the stone walls with slight boredom as silence struck the air like lightning, with only the quick patters of rain on the stone and the two horses' heavy breathing to take account of. Rain was pelting harder on to her coat and a cold, wet drop flicked annoyingly at her ear. Her eyes blinked with curiosity as Resheph took his time standing motionless like she had. His eyes flicked with annoyance as she accounted of her brief history and she let out a quiet but accusing snort. Finally, the other stallion spoke and Comatose perked her ears intently, angling her head with more curious intents now. Resheph went in to a brief explanation of his own history. Her curiosity faded when she noticed that between each set of lyrics he paused as if considering what to say. Why would he need to think through what to tell her, a weak and harmless mare? Comatose snorted lightly, frustrated that he was lying to her or at least not telling her the whole truth. When he finished, the bay mare twitched her dark brown mane and lifted her bay neck respectfully, not sure what to say.

After careful consideration, she spoke. "Well... interesting. I see that you must have had an exceptionally-" Comatose hesitated here, unsure what word would suit best. "-troubled-" The sleek brown muscle over her shoulders flexed anxiousely when she added that part of the sentence. "-herd life." Oh my gosh, what if he notices my stuttering? The bay mare thought excitedly, jumping from one hoof to the other in leaning motions. She flicked her black tail and gulped away the anxiety, looking deep in to his orbs. They seemed troubled and forced in to hiding something, but Comatose was unsure of what that was supposed to mean. She raised her muzzle to hide the fear in her orbs and attempted to think of something else to say to the stallion. "I'm sorry for boring you with my own boring past. It's just-" You make me feel comfortable and respected. I feel safe around you with no predators that you can't handle. She meant to add longingly. But Comatose wanted this stallion to think of her with respect and dignity, not of a crazy lunatic mare who had fallen in love with him. She broke off the words, quietly adding more to herself, "Nobody cares." and hoping that it would be good enough if he could hear her. Her chocolate mane was now lined with dripping rain and she shivered, the air now cold with an oncoming pour.

Unsure what else to add without boring him, Comatose shrugged lightly and stood still, pressing herself against the ice cold stone she had been standing next to and trying to block the wind from passing across her body and nearly freezing her. The tall gray stone was hard and cold but at least it was a wind stopper. Comatose forced a light smile and flicked her lips open and closed a couple times uncomfortably, just for the sake of something to do. Her sleek brown coat, still thick from the past winter, was lined with sweat now and she had to peel her skin off of the cold wall of stone that was stopping the wind from blowing in to her barrel. Comatose, still undecided of what to say, flicked her tongue around in her mouth and sniffed at the air ruefully. Her orbs met his and she silently prayed that he would break the silence with something good to say, unlike everything she could think of, which was still few and rarely some good idea.

//OOC// Don't worry, Random! I can reply to loads of things from one paragraph to four ;-) it doesn't bother me if you can only post a little bit. Sorry if I am not posting lots, though! I'm doing my best without boring you with the story of her life (again) xD

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Rain...he finally realized it was raining. Maybe it had just started, or maybe or was so caught up in himself and Comatose that he didn't notice. Either way, it annoyed him greatly. After all, water was fires sworn enemy. And this also signaled the end of him showing off tot he mare, though she wasn't paying attention to it anyway. The raindrops landed heavily on his hide, sometimes creating a sizzling noise if he concentrated heat onto that specific area. He sighed lowly, not meaning to be heard, but showing his irritation at the situation nonetheless. He wasn't really that upset with the mare, but the rain always put a damper on his spirit. Though he welcomed the gloominess it accompanied greatly, though it was already getting dark as the sun slipped below the horizon. Oooooh, spooky. He inwardly laughed at himself then pulled his attention back to Comatose, how now seemed to show a frustrated expression on her face.

Had she seen through is pitiful attempt to hide his particularly unsavory history? He wasn't ashamed at it, oh no. In matter of fact he was quite proud of his actions. He just didn't want to scare off his new little...friend. But he had to admit she wasn't stupid, and he knew she probably saw right through his lies. Although they weren't lies so to say, just stretching the truth a bit, leaving certain details out. His worriment ended when she finally spoke, though she seemed instantly nervous again, or so he perceived. He hadn't give that many details at all, he really hadn't said anything to upset or scare her. He shook his mane free from raindrops and kept his skull angled, a confused look upon his face. She spoke up again, beginning to apologize for something she needn't and then toughening up and uttering that nobody cared. He didn't have much experience with decoding mares, they didn't stick along long enough for him to attempt to understand them. So he didn't really know if she was whining that nobody cared to him, or more to herself with his ears just intruding. She shivered and he almost felt bad for this poor mare. She just seemed so...fragile.

"I don't have anything better to do," he responded, voice low and still cold as usual, but a hint of what was meant to be caring and comforting. She now seemed to be bored, switching positions every few moments. He figured he should speak again, but couldn't decide on what to say. A cold breeze blew and whipped against his large mass , but he didn't shiver. He actually wasn't very cold, but with the sun now disappearing he knew he was going to get a little chilly. When he turned his attention to it he did notice it already getting a bit colder. "Crisp spring air," he commented, though it wasn't much a conversation starter. He grunted, thinking of something else to say that wasn't corny as all get out. Maybe he should just act himself...but then she'd probably run away, and he surely didn't want that. But being nice was just so boring. Their eyes met and he felt compelled to say something again, but still nothing came to mind so he remained silent.

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OOC||Yeah, my muse comes in spurts, right now it has gone -splat-. Just wanted to give you a heads up. Also I tend to ramble on about whats going through his mind and then say almost nothing audibly, etc. So that's a bit hard to reply to, that's all I meant. And your posts are fine ^_^. But I have a horrible memory, so...I kind of forgot the plotline. Could you give me a reminder? lol *facepalm*.

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Comatose // My Life Outside the Stall

Comatose stretched her lips a bit in shy boredom. She felt compelled to do- to say- something, anything! Beads of water were now slipping down her sides and hitting the stone beside her with such a patter that it was as if a giant horse in the sky had shaken it's mane, letting small silver tears flail wildly before slamming with a small smack in to the stone wall. The bay mare blinked uncomfortably a few times and noticed that Resheph was watching her. His fiery eyes seemed to mistake her hesitation for frustration in a slightly irritating way. Comatose frowned slightly, if a horse can frown. This stallion was trying to be polite and now he was irritated with her? The small mustang's thoughts drifted slowly, like the tide at sundown, towards his past yet again. Resheph was hiding something from it, she was sure. He had hesitated quaintly after each phrase. Comatose let out a small and slightly annoyed cough, clearing her throat and lolling her tongue inside her mouth quietly.

The bay mare's ears perked as Resheph opened his mouth. "I don't have anything better to do." he said slowly and quietly, in a tone that sounded casual and bored like she expected most stallions to speak like. Comatose let out a quiet nicker with the words "Neither do I." forming on her lips. The fire stallion didn't seem to notice, though, and Comatose ruefully flicked her mane, small rain drops flying off and adding to the patter of rain spilling on to the stone. She coughed again, her throat dry and the rain not doing her any good. Resheph muttered something that Comatose picked up as "Crisp spring morning" and she lifted her head high with fake, played interest. If she wanted to leave good impressions on other horses, she would have to try not to be picky about conversation starters. The bay mare twitched one ear, still dignified, and nodded slowly.

"It is a pretty chilly, wet day today, eh?" Comatose muttered in a voice that showed a lie of satisfaction. "I hate spring sometimes. It can be so cold and predators are everywhere." Oh my gosh! The small mare thought disgustedly. She wasn't sure which was stupider- the fact that she had given away the main reason she was hanging around the lying stallion or the words themselves? She grunted quietly and flicked her tail, not sure how she could conteract that. Resheph didn't seem to be stallion who would take advantage of her slip and turn it on her but because of his lies she wasn't sure what to expect. Instead, Comatose chuckled hotly and shyly, waiting to see how he would reply.

//OOC// I'm good at replying to almost nothing at times, so don't worry! And the plot line was something like he 'kidnaps' her and stuff xD And sorry I rarely give you much to reply to! I'm doing my best :-)

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Resheph sighed, an audible loud exhale of breath signaling complete and utter boredom. He pondered over why all of a sudden he bored, was it the small talk ran out or this mare was simply not interesting, after all. He had thought her to be interesting, different, unique even. Now she just seemed dull. He marveled at his sudden mood swing, though it didn't surprise him much. he was much like a foal ways, excited at finding a new 'toy', but when bored just throwing it away in search of a new one. Of course it was hard to throw away anther equine, less he kill them or just simply leave. But he had done both any times, that in itself was boring. He just yearned for some excitement, to do something different, to experiment. At this moment he considered if suddenly running into a tree would be more exciting, though he it wouldn't. Now watching someone else run into a tree definitely would be. He inwardly smiled about that thought, though it bled through to his outward appearance, forming on his lips only seconds after he had thought it.

The rain continued down relentlessly, drowning him and anything else in its path to the ground. His mane felt plastered to his neck, as if it had glued itself to him. He shook his nape in a crazed fashion, trying to rid himself of the confined feeling he hated so much. He relaxed as soon as he was finished, not worrying himself about any threats. Comatose was most definitely not a threat, and had never had a problem with predators, whether he was alert or relaxed. That's when he heard her words, as if they were tied to his thoughts. He wiped the smile off his mug and replaced it with a similar smirk, though there was noticeable difference. Because he had an idea...He shifted his weight to his other side, a bored expression still present on his face, even with the added smirk. He wanted to mix things up a bit, go out of his comfort zone. Not that he had one anyway. Maybe he wouldn't be so nice, so reserved, so caring. That wasn't really him anyway, that was just a show. But he couldn't take anymore of this, he wanted to be entertained.

Predators, so was that what she was thinking about, hm? He turned his skull in her direction once again, twin coal black abysses staring straight into her orbs. He searched for something, though he didn't know quite what. Something to perk up the conversation? And he wasn't thinking about small talk, oh no. He was much past that now. He picked up a dagger and threw it down to the earth below, but he didn't quite make the dramatic sound he was hoping for. Because of the mud below he simply slipped and make almost no noticeable noise as at all. He snorted in annoyance, but didn't dwell on it for long rather looking about at her-Comatose.

"Ah yes, there are many predators and enemies about here...But who is to say I am not one of them?" he asked, smirk ever present on his lips. He liked fear, he fed off fear as much as he did grass and fire. With the thought of fire he ignited a quick burst of fire between them, jumping upward but then disappearing as quickly as it had appeared. He would have had more fun, but the rain he despised so much made his efforts vain. He took a step toward the femme, daggers now standing on charred grass. Yes, this was going to be fun.

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OOC||You're doing fine, stop beating yourself up xP. Sorry I didn't reply quicker, but I kept losing my post every time I finished it, lol. Anyhoo, I decided to shake things up a bit, move the plot along quicker. Plus I don't think I could write a nice Resheph any longer, lol xP. We both get bored easy, lol.

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Comatose // My Life Outside the Stall

Comatose stood, pondering in her thoughts while Reshpeh stood alone against the wind and pounding rain. She caught attention of his loud, long sigh and frowned with annoyance. Was she really that boring? The bay mare thought so. Her black mane shuddered in the wind and Comatose took a deep breath, cold from the pattering rain that splashed at her hooves and the stone. She shivered, her thin coat not long enough to conceal her from the rain. She grumbled something that not even herself could hear, but sensed it was a rude complaint about the rain. The bay mare looked up at the gray sky, its clouds pushed together like the clouds of mist in a pool of water in cool autumn days. Comatose blinked as small silver drops pattered against her eyes and turned back to Resheph as he took a breath and started to speak.

"What is to say that I am not a predator, too?" she heard him finish. Comatose's blood ran cold and she froze, frowning and looking at him curiously in a worried way. He stepped closer and the ground around him started to burn away with no fire staining it. And then she got it. Comatose was an innocent little mare that had been chosen as prey for him. He was a fire stallion that had decided he wanted to harm her. The charred soil beneath her quivered and the bay mare stepped back only to find herself pressed flat against the stone. She was trapped.

"What do you want with me?" Comatose quietly whimpered. "What have I done to yo u?" Her mind raced as he edged towards her, the smoky ground spreading out like blood in a lake. The bay mare's thoughts were hollow and she had no idea what to say or do. Comatose snuck a look at his legs. They were long and well muscled, unlike her scrawny daggers. She knew that she could never outrun him, and if she tried to the fate he had planned for her might just be all that worse. Considering how she assumed it was planned now, he was not just going to kill her and get it over with. Comatose gulped and nickered quietly in her fright, waiting to see his next move.

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How much longer can the rain go on? The fire stallion thought, visibly annoyed. He could have just so much more fun if only it stopped. Right now everything seemed so drab. The clouds were welcome, but the liquid coming out of them was surely not. If it stopped raining maybe the mare would even put up a little more fight, though he somehow doubted it. He flicked his ears back, to the extent they were almost flat against his drenched skull. But no matter how much you cursed the rain, you could never beat it. You could never tell it what to do or where to go. It answered to nobody. That he respected to an extent, but that was about it. Anything else about the rain he just despised and was constantly annoyed by it.

His attention sparked as he saw the mare move, inching slowly backward only to find herself closed in from behind. Not that he would have let her go far anyway. Oh no, she was just starting to entertain him again! Nothing like a little fear to spice up the night. He could see it in her eyes too, the fear. It was funny how fear is conveyed between different personalities. Some fight back, some run, some just cower. Then there are the ones who think they are better then him, that they can beat him at his own game. Those are the fun ones. But it didn't really matter how they acted, they all ended up the same way. Dead or changed forever.

Then she spoke, or whimpered as it sounded more like. Either way Resheph wasn't completely surprised at her response. He had heard it before, as almost all replies. But he didn't hold it against her that she was unoriginal, he actually didn't care one bit. Because he was still being entertained, and that was all that mattered to him.“What have you done to me? Nothing, nothing at all. That is the point M’lady,” he boomed, wicked smirk still blazing upon his face. The ground was too wet to maintain a constant fire, though as he edged closer to Comatose the ground beneath him started to sizzle with the threat of flames. “But what I want to do with you…well that’s another story,” he answered smoothly, though his words were followed by a chuckle. This was just getting better and better.

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Comatose // My Life Outside the Stall

Comatose's eyes widened in terror. She was afraid. The bay mare's eyes darted around, but she was too far against the wall to escape without a big risk. If she wheeled around, when she gathered her legs to take the bound to freedom and safety Resheph could easily close in on her, or... let's just say, do whatever he wanted to do. Wild eyed, she felt her heart beat faster than hooves and wanted to scream. What was he going to do to her? She already had a small idea of it, by his tone.

The fae gulped and gathered her legs behind her against the wall. She was too scared to think clearly. What was he going to do? Was she going to be okay? Her mind raced. Comatose finally spoke, weakly and fearfully, to the stallion. "What do you want from me?" she quietly, softly and scared, muttered to him. But she already knew the answer. There was nothing she could do. If I do anything now, if he gets the chance he'll do something worse... she shuddered at her dreadful conclusion.

The bay mare lifted her head, pretending to be brave and calm. I can do this, I can do this, she repeated confidently in her head, but she knew it was a lie. There were no choices, just the dreadful waiting. Her ears pinned against her head and she lowered her neck, scared. The only thing she thought to do was admit to him in her cowardly self. Not desiring any more struggle, she ruefully turned around. What else could she do?

//OOC// Sorry, not much muse there, and nothing she could really do or say... if you want, he can start now. Do you want graphic or not graphic? Your choice ^_^

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