.. I very much fear the wrong words have slipped of your tongue, My Lord.

.. His grin returns, cranium shoved in a mockingly comforting gesture. He sighs, Rising his slightly as if mentally dissmissing the stallion. He jerks his visage down abruptly, adding that poor soul to another list, a hitlist. A selection of alabaster whipcords is slung idly to the left, swatting an invisible fly, before it is returned to the right. The trip to the left is repeated, this time more of a sharp whip, its return more forceful then the last. His friendly expression increased the eeriness; a cat lashing it's tail; licking it's lips. He takes his next small step, swerving ever so slightly inward, his circle becoming smaller, and smaller.

.. Pity, that

Silence falls upon their small little cut out circle of atmosphere, quivering focus tingling the flesh of both of them, beckoning their hairs to rise. He stops, coiling himself, tightness visible about him. One more bound and he would be atpo the other stallion, war amidst the two. He shatters the silence suddenly, his voice cold and hard.