[.x.] The charcoal vixen wanders aimlessley through the lands, having no real destination in mind. Her finely-bred features survey the barren lands with distaste as the stench of rotting corpses fills her nares. Snorting in dislike as she passes the maggot-ridden carcass of goodness knows what, the midnight feminine changes direction and heads for the nearest shelter as the stormy grey clouds swirling above begin to pour down onto her, soaking her to the skin and saturating her fine black peltage. Shivering as her thin skin gives her no protection against the icy wind and rain, Eleona heads for a withered oak tree, whose gnarled boughs offered some respite from the elements. Truth be told, she doesn't really know where she is, all she knows is that it seems to be popular with femme's, all of whom seem slightly desperate, latching themselves onto brutes and not letting them leave, however much they want to. The black 'ess growls in dislike as she sees them leave with some poor unsuspecting brute, who looks distinctly uncomfortable as the bytches jostle around him, playing the seduction tactic. Turning her gaze from them she directs her attention on sheltering from the storm, as her stud-farm upbringing has done nothing to help her cope with the elements.

Cursed she may be, but still there is a spark of goodness inside her. This surfaces so rarely she does not cast her soul to the Torn allegiance, instead preferring to spend her time around those like her. She does not revel in killing, merely enjoys watching others do the job for her. She does not enjoy the foul stentch of death, instead preferring to keep her distance from anything that has been dead for more than a week. Now filled with a sudden, overwhelming desire for company, the bytch swings up onto her hinds and screams imperiously for an equine to come to her, brute or not. [.x.]

the storm did not trouble the young stag who moved in the plains. they comforted him, gave him strength. the stag of royal blood caught the scream of the wretched fae and stopped. it had been too long since he had heard the voice of another equine- let alone that of wench. trotting forward he came to a halt in her line of sight and stood watching her charcoal frame.
with a snort he stepped forward.
what be your cursing? he asked crudly, his voice harsh from months no-use.

[.x.] Her rump to the raging storm, Eleona does not sense the brutes advances until he is right next to her, making her snort in suprise as she spots a figure next to her. As she looks upon the masculine, her pools flicker along his body, as if performing some sort of inspection. Satisfied, she sighs and shivers slightly, her clipped pelt desperately trying to offer her some protection against the raging elements. Strange, the brujo doesn't seem to be bothered by the storm at all. That's one of the perks of growing up in the wild, she guesses. As he speaks, she listens to him attentively, glad she has some company, as she has been in solitude for the past months, searching for somewhere fairly habitable to call her home for at least until spring comes. Parting her librims to answer the brute, her vocals emit lyricals, tainted with a soft hiss to them.

"'Lo brute. Eleona, that is my cursing. And yours?" she says quietly, looking deep into the hellions oculi afore dropping her gaze and awaiting his answer. [.x.]

OOC: Sorry its short, I'm just getting used to this charrie xD

tis okay


the brujo watched her silently for a moment, her shivering making him curious. Snorting slightly he moves around the fae, into the direction of the driving rain and stands by her, attempting to somewhat lesson the amount that fell on her.
i was cursed BrownBeast by my sire, though i am know to all as Beast. he said quickly, though his lyrics were strangley audiable above the racket of the rain. he turned his face away from the fae for a moment, and looked right into the rain. the cold liquid washed over him and he sighed slightly, remembering the old days.

[.x.] Her nares flare sharply and release translucent clouds of silvery carbon from her passages as she exhales rapidly, attempting to keep warm. Shuttng her orbs briefly, she opens them in suprise to find the brute standing in front of her, acting as her own personal umbrella. Smiling slightly in gratitude, she nips him affectionately upon his nape, but then withdraws suddenly, afraid she may have been too hasty. Averting her orbs for a second, she parts her cursers and answers him as he gives his title, hoping to act like nothing has happened.

"Well, 'lo Beast. Tell me, do you have a terrain you reside in?" she asks, wanting to know more about this czar and his life. [.x.]

OOC: Argh, horrendous postie :(

Beast turned slightly as she nipped him, though he did not mind.
i reside in the underworld. it has been my home since birth he said softly. i stay out of my brother's way and he mine. he continued.
would you care to join me there?he asked softly.


(argh! that was bad - sorry!)

[.x.] The harks of the czaressa flicker attentively as she listens to the brute curses with interest. Snorting softly as she recognises the name of the terrain in which he abides, Eleona allows a flicker of a smirk pass upon her librims, the most she will come to a smile. As he offers her the prospect of fixed home, and most importantly, a place by his side as his mate, the hint of a smile upon her maw widens slightly in gratitude, dipping her crown to him and parting her librims to answer.

"If that is what you wish," she says simply, meeting his orbs and looking into them for a moment, afore dropping her gaze and moving with an agile, and somewhat showy gait a few paces away. Throwing her crown to the exit of this barren demense, she whickers slightly and waits for him to lead the way. [.x.]

OOC: Again, sorry its bad. If you want to make a thread at the Underworld i'll reply then ^^