Bodice of fleabitten grey rocked elegantly along on pillars of a similar tone. Diamonds of navy-black hue struck the frozen meadow like it was glass she wished to shatter. Pounding along at a three-beat, orbs scanned the beautiful frozen scenery.

Mind was full of thoughts about 'home'. Dial tossed trying to forget that awful place where her father had tortured her everyday. At the age of three, she had been tossed from her father's awful herd - discarded like a foul tasting blade. She had followed none since for fear of being abandoned again, before being rejected her father had strengthened her heart against weaknesses. But his foul action had weakened her once more as he left her to find her own way.

Daiyu craved a sense of belonging that was all that she wanted. A faint, unhappy whicker escaped her maw as she continued on her dreadful journey to her fate. Her heart longed for another but none could she see.

[.x.] From the shadows a charcoal brujo prowls, his hefty flints treading silent as the wind. Creeping through the undergrowth, his firey orbs spy a lone feminine - a smirk plays upon his librims as he locks onto his target. Noticing she seems distressed, the brute decides to make his appearance, and strides out from the undergrowth, his frame casting a dark shadow upon the topography as he moves with a suprising grace for one his size. As he casts his stormy gaze upon the vix a growl comes softly from his chords, but is swept away by the breeze afore it reaches the sonar of the bytch. Circling the wretch carefully and dominantly, the brute cursed Sombra Mortua parts his librims and speaks to the bytch in cold, calculating tones.

"Well well, what do we have here? Oh, it's a little vix, all alone..." he says, a slight hiss tainting his curses as he ceases his circling, and moves extremely close to the wench, so close their frames touch as he slips by her with his slinking stride. Flicking his whipcord in anticipation, Sombra resumes his circling again, determined not to let the vix get away. [.x.]

Auds pricked & banner clamped as a gret brujo began to circle.She followed his movements, orbs watching him carfeully. Fear rise within her. This brujo was large & very obviously shadowed. By any means, he was a alot muscular than her. But, Daiyu was nimble. Her small snow-stained frame allowed her to turn quickly & speed away from danger. However, her bodice remianed frozen - diamonds dug into the undergwoth. Any energy would be conserved to fight him off.

His hiss piereced her auds like a thousand knives. Her bodice trembled as his pelt brushed hers. Orbs noticed his flipping whipcord & terror overtook her. Daiyu understood his intentins all to well but she could not will herself to run. Her black heart was taking over, her banner relaxed. Yet she did not utter a word or move a muscle.

[.x.] The brujo's smirk creeps even further upon his librims as he feels the bytch tremble at his touch. He watches her pillars move for a momen, then stand dead still as she obviously became too terrified to move. His orbs now contain a spark of victory as he realises he has truly got this bytch captured. Pools observe her clamp her banners down, then relax it, and he grins in victory. Growling softly he says no other words to the wench, instead unsheaths his member and mounts her suddenly, locking his pillars and grabbing a chunk of her nape with his ivories, making sure that she does not try and knock him off. Satisfied the wretch cannot get away, Sombra Mortua knocks her banner to the side roughly, and thrusts his tool into her now exposed hole, pumping roughly, growling in pleasure as he nips the wenches rump continuously. [.x.]

OOC: Okay... posties are getting even shorter now :(

Orbs observed as the smirk grew on his maw & another tremble shook her tiny bodice. Auds pricked as they detected his growl. A spark of victory appearend in his eyes & that made her realise what was at stake. But what could she do?

Diamonds slipped as he mounted her roughly, but Daiyu quickly resumed balance. His pillars tightened around her barrel, beginning to restrict her breathing. A squeal escaped her maw as he entered roughly & she squirmed slightly as he began to thrash around her caverns. His continuos nips made her tremble with a mixture of fear & excitement.

((don't worry))

[.x.] His nares flare sharply in an effort to allow his lungs more oxygen. Still pumping furiously, the czar smirks slightly ashe feels her tremble beneath him, in excitement of what is happening now, and in nervous anticipation of what is to come. It is always the same. The fae will scream and cry for a while, then she will settle down and begin to enjoy it. Thats where the title bytch comes from, he supposes. It is strange, only the Torn and D.amned vixens actually show any enjoyment, the Sacreds femmes always act like it is something horrendous but he bets they enjoy it too.

Returning his attentions to the fae, Sombra continues to thrust into her caverns, suddenly releasing a steady stream of seed inside her, deep into her womb, almost certainly guaranteeing a brat. He pumps for a few more minutes, then pulls out of her and eyes her carefully, making sure she did not run until he had said his last words to her.

"I will come claim the brat when it is old enough. Make sure it is worthy." he hisses softly into her sonar, his curses laced with promise of death if she dares bring the brat up to be a filthy sunkisser. Lunging forward quickly, he clamps down onto the tender flesh near her rump, leaving his mark on her. Shaking his crown vigorously for a moment to ensure the wound would leave a scar, the brute spins quickly on his hinds and three-beats out of the clearing into the tangled undergrowth, to again prowl upon the paths which only forcers seem to know. [.x.]

Daiyu began to moan in pleasure & reversed into the hession atop her. What caused her to do this, she could only presume her black-hearted side. Alternately lifting hind pillars, she began to massage his tool. He began to spray his seeds & she cursed, how dare he?

Once he dismounted, she turned to face him. Anger flashe d in her orbs as Daiyu stared at the hession.
Oh you will, will you? Shame it will be killed before that time!
she hissed, tones raising in amplitude. A scream escaped her maw as he clamped his ivories onto her rump. Her hind pillar lashed out, hoping to return the favour of a scar. She heard heim begin to three-beat away. Daiyu spat after him;
Your brat shall not survive coward!

[.x.] The hellions sharp paces slow to naught but a walk, and then halt completely as his keen sonar catches the bytches words. He spins round quickly, the czar's firey orbs flashing dangerously as he moves slowly back to the wench. How dare the bytch defy him? Keeping his gaze fixed upon the w.hores frame, Sombra brings his lithe frame close to her, hissing his curses into her now flickering sonar, making sure she catches every word.

"Oh really? On the contrary bytch, I have every reason to think it will survive. You will carry it, and you will nurse it until it is old enough to leave you forever. If you don't, the consequences for you will be... should I say.... severe." he growls softly into her left aud, his vocals dripping with malice and laced with the promise of death if she dares defy him one more time. He will have no qualms in ripping the flesh from her screaming frame if her actions warrant it. He will not tolerate this kind of disrespect from his wenches. Ignoring the pain that shoots of from his left fetlock as the w.hores daggers slice the thin flesh, he merely smirks as he watches droplets of her crimson liquid flow from the mark on her rump, the brand of Sombra Mortua, the illegimate bastard of the Lord of Cursed's himself.

Turning his stormy grey gaze from the wench, he again melts mysteriously into the myriad, ready to find another unsuspecting femme to prey upon. [.x.]

On seeing him turn back to her, she stood as tall & proudly as possible. She was determined not to let him win, never would she let him win. His curses entered her auds but made no difference to her thoughts.

Why should I care for your brat when you do not even intend to give me somewhere to stay!
she spat in raised vocals. Anger rose within her & she snapreld before aiming her ivories at his shoulder. Daiyu shok with bottled anger, she would not release it all at once for that would almost certainly result in her death.

Orbs observed him begin to melt away once more.

[.x.] A malicious voice floats out from within the shadows, seeming to echo around the clearing, and leaving no obvious source of the vocals from which the curses are originating from. Sombra stand within a concealed bramble thicket, ignoring the blood coming from his rump where the sharp barba have pricked his flesh. Why should he be responsible for the wench? Honestly, bytches today couldn't find themselves food even if they were standing in a field full of grass. Growling in annoyance he speaks his words to the fae, certain these will definately be his last.

"I do not care where you go, find another to take you in if you don't want a hellion for yerself. My advice would be to go seek out the sunkissers, they would welcome a fae like ye." he sneers, looking upon the bruja with disdain and dislike. Spinning on his haunches, and navigating his way expertly through the shadowy undergrowth, Sombra inhales the scent of the fae quickly, imprinting her scent deep within his memory, ready for when he needs to track her down in a few months time. [.x.]