A foal she is not. Hell's Beauty having not seen much of these lands outside those of the beach and the demonic terras she called home would not have known these forests to be ones of childish playtime. But at this moment she would not have cared less either. She found these tall trees comforting, solitude and freedom were now hers, but always with the cover her white bodice desired. She trotted claimly through the green geo, her heart slightly relishing the chance to be rid of the dust, death and rank of the damned lands. She could remember the time at the beach when she had met the dark who had offered her a home after her encounter with death. but it had all aveiled to nothing. But Beauty could not wait forever, her heart would not allow it. Not that she was a filthy sun-kisser. this mare was as dark as they could come but the desire in her heart to be free needed her to make her own decisions - not follow the rules of the new queen. As he gaint slowed her dropped her head, taking a swipe at the grass at her feet, finding it sweet and lucious. She smiled to herself and stopped to graze for a moment.

a flame thrown stag cantered through the trees. he took like the mare he would soon encounter was in search of freedom. he had arrived in these lands a time ago and had found himself wandering his new home alone. so he had decided to do something new. Smiling to himself as he cantered he jumped a log and raced along a new path that bent between the trees, enjoying himself so much that he did not see the white femmora before him, or not at least till he had to skid to a halt to avoid hitting her.

Beauty, only aware of the grass at her feet, heard the stag coming too late. He careered around the corner and Beauty threw her head up and leapt out of the way at the same time. But both their efforts were not enough. The stag collided with her rump, sending them both flying into a near by bush. Beauty landed hard, though her fall was cushioned by the soft leaves of the bush. The stag, momentum too much to stop himself fell on her.

the stag flew and landed on the fae. For a moment he lay still then realising where he was lifted his head and looked down at the fae beneath him. her head a rolled back and for a moment he thought she was dead. Then she coughed and looked up at him. Bewildered for a moment her obs were wide then in a flash they turned dark and she glared at him. Shaking his head the stag made to move off her but their legs were tangled. He gave a small laugh and pulled his left fore out of the bush.

Beauty shook her head, removing the fog from her brain. She felt and enormous weight and her and turned her head and saw the flaming stag above her. Suddenly remembering what had happened she snorted and her orbs bore into him. At his feeble attempt to get off her Beauty grew even more agitated.
Get off me
she snorted angrily, now finding it a little more difficult to breathe.

The stag snorted in reply, sllightly put out by her anger. Together the two of them untangled themelves and stumbled a few feet from each other. The stag shook himself off and looked at the fae
No harm done then?
he asked, looking her up and down.

Beauty snorted angrily, a rebutal on the tip of her tongue. stupid insolent bruteher mind raged. hurt? hurt? she continued, anger boiling.
He parted her librims, ready to release her wrath on the stag, but as she looked at him properly she found that only the truth could be emitted.
I'm fine
she replied, dipping her head slightly and taking a tentative step forward.

the stag nodded.
Thats good. I am sorry. Off in a world of my own.
he was about to say that he hadn't seen her but as he took in her beauty he knew that he would never not see this fae ever again.
he too mimiced her small step foward and as he did so she too took another step and before too long they found each other in close contact, so much so that a small movement from either party would join their velvets.

Beauty, now so close to him, held he tiara slightly tucked close to her chest. He white cheeks we slightly pink, but she still held her composure. she had never felt this way in her life and did not know what caused it. her dark side wanted to squash the feeling, trying to make her run. though the other part of her was intrguied not to just this new emotion but also to this stag before her and that compelled her to stay.
It is fine.
she replied, a small smile flickering over her mug.
Do you come to these lands often?
she asked, her orbs darting to the trees.

As she spoke her words breathed on her velvets. The stag shivered slightly.
No, you?
he asked knowing his own words words touched her mug as her whiskered moved ever so slightly with his breath.

She sneezed ever so slightly at his words and shook her head the tiniest bit.
No, this is my first time here.
she whispered, words barely audible. her heart was in her throat, pounding deep within her. she lifted her orbs to look at him again, but the feeling she felt when she looked upon him was so strong she had to look away. At her sudden movement his mug brushed against her boa. the collision sent fire through her bodice. she shuddered slightly, but could not look back at him.

as his mug brushed her nape, he too felt the fire he did not pull back but kept his mug there, suspended in the air, trying with every atom of his being to keep that feeling alive. He closed his orbs hoping that would help, but the feeling ebbed away. A sudden fear that it was all a dream flooded him and his orbs flew open. He looked at her and was suprised to see her looking back at him, a small smile of her facade. It was not an embrassed smiled, nor a weak attempt, but a pure smile of happiness and something else that the stag could not place.

Beauty looked back at him and smiled as he closed his orbs. The jolt at which he opened them again made her smiled. The look of relief on his facade when he saw her flooded her with a feeling of security and safety something she had not felt for a long time. she extended her mug back to him and nudged his cheek gently, her forwardness even startling herself.

At her touch the stag extend his mug to nuzzle her cheek in return.
What is you name?
he murmered, finally able to find his vocals again.

She held her cheek against his, relishing in the warmth given off by him.
My name is Beauty
she told him, not moving. It only occured to her then that she had not spoken her full name, but had left her damned part behind.
And you, what is your dubbance?
she murmered.

the stag sighed at hearing her name.
I be dubbed Dimitri
he replied softly. With great force her stepped back from her cheek and looked at her, a small smile across his mug.
Where do you reside, Beauty?
he asked, trying to keep calm. he knew these questions had to come, and he only hoped that he would be able to stay in the company of the fae he had fallen for.

Beauty pulled back from him, orbs wild with fear at his word. She knew that now was the time to lay down the truth.
At this moment i reside in the Underworld.
she whispered, taking a strong step away from him, ready to run.

Dimitri raised his head.
The Underworld?
he repeated. he looked up at Beauty then away again, his dreambox screaming at him. He looked at her again and the pain in her face made him angry at himself.
You're an "ally"?
he asked calmly, his way of letting her know he was neutral without welcoming her darkness.

beauty's auds perked.
Neutral.
she breathed, though her words did not reach his auds. she looked up at him again. She could see in his face his true feelings, she had a way with that. it had almost gotten her killed once. She sighed softly, knowing that Dimitri did not want to be anywhere near a dark. She stepped back, making her exit.
I shall leave you know.
She whispered, turning tail and trotting away.

Dimitri watched her for a moment, then his heart kicked him forward. He raced after her and leapt before her.
Wait, Beauty wait.
He looked up at her tear stained face and rushed at her, flinging his boa around her and pulling her passionately towards him. Beauty came to him easily.

Beauty sobbed into Dimitri's chest as his boa held her to him. She had never felt a safe and loved as she did in that moment. composing herself she drew back from him and looked up at the stag before her.

Dimitri brushed his mug over her cheeks, removing the tears from her snow white face. He nuzzled her and licked her cheek lovingly. He stepped closer to her and rubbed his forehead against her chest and then up her boa.

'he quivered as 'e licked 'er cheek. as 'e rubbed 'er chest and neck 'he whickered and extended 'er nape and nipped at 'is withers. Smiling softly 'he heard the crackle of leaved under hooves.
Dimitri, shall we find somewhere quiet?
she asked huskly.

Dimitri nodded and stepped ahead of her, leading the way forward.