He hadn't an idea of what he was doing here, had no care to view the weak wenches, he needed strong ones to rule his kingdom, ones who wouldn't be afraid to defend their land, their regions. Orbs glared about in the dim lighting, it was nothing abnormal, actually it was perfectly normal. The land had been turned into something only the mind could imagine, it was terrible the devastation the two-legged kind had caused. Following the screams of the femmes he dropped his harks to the smoke covered crania as he passed a spirit mare, apparently had drank from the vile waters of the land. Eyes wide she was half dead, starved and crazy. Passing her on he went further into the lands of the vixens.

Pausing he spotted a wench, colored with charcoal three-beating away from the defeated Frenzy follower. Smirking to himself he picked up the pace and followed the black vix. Coming up beside her he slowly said,

Name vix, I don't have time for you to think, so tell me your name

The b.astard smirked ever so slightly at the vixen's reply, and he had thought she was worth going after. Her words were dull as if she didn't care, maybe she does and maybe she doesn't, we'll find out. Giving a toss with his crania, causing the smoke hued threads to fall about his features he snorted softly.

If I wanted to have you, you'd already be mine, but if you want to stay here while the other wenches die, be my guest, b.itch

His words slid out cruel and cold as ice, poison between his ivories, seeping out between his velveteens. Twin pools stared hard at the wench for a moment then released their frightening gaze as she turned to leave. Tossing his skull in the air once more he watched the vix go, making no move to catch up with her and beg for her claimence. No that would not happen, his pride was held up to high for him to fall to the ground begging. He'd find another wench if this one didn't come back, another creature for his likings.

The stag smiled ever so slightly, a rarity for him, something he almost never did. It was more of a smirk, but might be considered a smile for his upturned velveteens. His orbs remained the same, no difference in lighting, no spark, no nothing. Her response was some what witty, maybe it's what had kept her alive for so long in this place she most likely called home, seeing as she had no other. The stag slowly moved towards where she had paused in her flight, long smoke hued limbs crushing the soft dead earth beneath them as he moved.

I wouldn't expect that from you, Lightning, oh not at all

His lyrics now had taken a different tone, patronizingly monotone, it was a whole new gear to the stag. Her words appeared to be those of truth, but one can never trust a vixen.

Mine, Deception. If a herd you want, a herd you'll get.

Tone had softened to a normal voice, whatever normal was for the dark brute. He stopped talking for the moment, deciding to hold in his poison, saving it for another mare, another vix.

He gave a slight smirk at her sharpness at his so called disrespect. The vixen's head was held high, proud, thingyy, arrogant, something the stag didn't have time for. Creatures that thought too much of themselves were worth nothing in his mind, unless they were selfish enough to put them selves in danger to protect their homeland, which was highly unlikely from the animal before him. This one appeared to have more common sense then that.

What respect

He paused, he didn't care if he had the respect of his mares, he just wanted control over them. Yes that may have sounded overpowering but he didn't want respect, his herd used to roam free with a chosen leader, but not one respected that leader. They feared him.

Lightning?

He smirked, vocals dripping with scarcasm, cool to the touch. Harks shifted back on their place on his crania, as orbs stared into the others awaiting a response.