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Trudging through the snow, steam rose from her back as she let her golden daggers search the area for more animals to prey on. Snickering loudly, it sounded like a harsh hissing coming from afar in the land, unknown, mysterious.. dangerous. Ears pricked to the sudden sound of a shrew horse talking, well, quite loudly in fact, almost harsh. Sorting, she let her thoughts go as she continued on her way, what was this female horse doing, being raped, maybe molest, or bothered by a brute? HA! Snickering again, then she spoke aloud as the horse came into vision " Most shrews enjoy the attention, no matter the cost." Her eyes dragged themselves across the terrain, then sucked up the details of the other equine. Bring her head up to full height, her muscles bulged with delectable delight as the steam continued to rise from her body, like hot water in a cold breeze. Snorting, the hot air rushed out in front of her, blocking her vision for a moment, before vanishing off into the air, soon turning into crystals. Tossing her hair, her tail whipped against her hind quarters like that of a whip used on slaves. She could feel her heart beat quicken as the item of interest was now fully in view. She watched as the horse struggled and slipped on the ice a couple times, all the while making snippy comments. Grumbling to herself with laughter, she spoke a loud to alert the other horse that an unknown enemy has invaded her land. " Why hello.. " her voice was like the cold, harsh and nipped at your skin, almost leaving the feeling of needles.

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Standing there watching, she watched the horse as she fell down on the ice again, a mere snicker erupted from her lips. Golden daggers watching her as she threw her fit, snorting, a slight feeling of something else was in her presence as well. Ears pricked forward as she closed her eyes, breathing the cold air in deeply and soon picked up the sense of another horse around, not just a horse, but a spirit. A wicked grin grew upon her lips, showing sharpened daggers that shimmered brightly like the snow itself, but had the faintest hint of red. Snickering, she laid her ears back and planted her hooves flatly on the ground, feeling the cold circle around her legs, like veins in a forest, but this had no chance of grabbing a hold, and hanging on for dear life. Black hair laid still on her head, tickling the tip of her nostril, all the while, a feeling of sneezing was pushed aside for another time. Continuing to swish her tail, all the sudden, the unknown friend jumped in front of her, testing by the looks of it. Snorting, she bared her teeth even more, muscles bulged with the feeling of chase, but knew better, a spirit isn't worth her time, she had no way of make it wish it was dead. Listening to it speak, she snapped her daggers at it, harshly speaking " Your winter, pretty obvious from you behavior, and who are you? " her voice dripped off her tongue like venom, and it tasted deliciously.

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Golden emeralds shimmered with delight as she watched the spirit cower in fear, a mere chuckle climbed out of the dark fortresses in her throat. Ears pricked forward as the shrew spoke her name, Layka , memories rushed back to her as she remembered a certain brute speaking of her highly, as his lover, foolishly in love, blind with it. Still baring teeth, she spoke aloud to the shrew, ignoring the spirits question of how I knew, " Layka huh? Wheres your boyfriend? I figured you two would be all over each other!" she busted out in laughter. Listening to the shrew continue to speak, not towards her, but the spirit, asking it to protect her. "Unless you plan on having him whip up a storm or defense field, he can't protect you " her voice turned even harsher, taunting the two. Watching the shrew suddenly find the courage to dare, and take a step forward asking who I was, who I am? oh my dear she giggled at the thought, then heard her stamp her foot, demanding. Ears shot backwards, flattening themselves against her zephyr, almost as if they were never there, her body lunged forwards as she ran toward the shrew, hooves digging deeply into the snow, leave scars of her being. Planting her hooves against the ground, as she slide to a stop in front of the screaming shrew, their muzzle could touch, her breath blowing between them, masking the vision. Steam rose from her back more heavily as she let her cold voice slither into the air, "I'm BlackFeet.. " she tossed her head up and chuckled, the quickly brought her face down and stared into her eyes " I'm here for the fun " she snapped her teeth at the shrew, almost nicking her muzzle. She turned her head to the side to stare at the brute as he gathered up his own little nerves to ask a question of what I want with them. They'll find out soon enough...

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Golden emeralds watched her closely and felt the atmosphere change round her, snorting, the grin grew even more wicked, she had a feeling, that it was either "fight-or-flight" for this shrew. Looking down upon her, she watched as the spirit told her not to do what she was thinking of doing, yet, seeing as this horse felt the need to show herself as someone not to screw with, she lunged. She dug her hooves into the cold hard ground, and tensed all of her muscles, pushing herself forwards, she felt a slight sting, like a paper cut just above her shoulder. She ignored it, wasn't nothing that needed any attention at all, not even worth a thought. Eyes watched stayed locked on the shrew, " You like that huh? The taste of blood teasing your tongue? The feeling of its warmth, the feeling of life in it, the smooth, thick, and metallic flavor? " her voice stayed the same, but had sharp edges to it, "So do I. " She in turned, lunged at the shrew, not to attack, damage, or hurt, even though she would love to let her daggers tear through the shrews soft flesh. Hooves slammed into the ground, as she charged straight forward her, as the last minute, just before she could hit her straight on, she turned, and trotted a circle around her, testing.

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As she trotted around the horse, she laughed aloud and in the shrew's face as she said she didn't like the taste of blood. Continuing her circle, as the horse bucked like a mad person, her golden emeralds watched the spirit as he left. Snorting, she came to a stop in front of the shrew, " Having fun? " , she stamped her hoof against the ground, feeling it vibrate through the hard ground, like an earthquake.

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She starred at the shrew as she said she was no fun, should she explain what kind of fun she was talking about? No, she has no interest in this shrew more then the next horse that walks by and sees her talking to herself, that is if they don't see her little side kick walking around with her. Her fun was something of the likes of fighting, but it held more, the game of cat and mouse. Watching the prey run off, worries, scared, terrified of what could find them, what it would do once it found them. The panic, all the running, hiding, worrying, it only fed the lust for blood even more. Blood hungry eyes that watch its every twist and turn, like the woods.. Always a hidden darkness in there, where light never touches, the feeling of being watched always felt, even when nothing is seen there. The feeling of being watched that sent them into a panic attack, making them run, trying to get as far away, without looking back to see if it was following. Only the feeling of its cold, blood thirsty stare. Her breathing quickened up, making her sides look as if they were quivering, almost as if she had been running for a long time, the muscles quiver with exhaustion. The feeling of her heart beat quicken up felt like it was starting to come up her throat, a cool sweat started to form on her body, even though it was cold out. Visions flashed as she closed her eyes and let the feeling take over her body, the site of the horse running, dodging trees and yelling for help, the heavy breathing coming from it, the quick glances behind, but only seeing nothing, yet the feeling continued. Her muscles tightened up even more, bulging underneath her scared pelt, looking as if they could tear through it at any moment. The screams echoed from her memory in her ears, the warmth on her lips, going down her neck, her sides, her legs. She snorted, coming back to reality, emeralds locked on the spirit as he stood in front of her. She listened to him, keeping herself from going back into the land of lust. Watching as he puffed air, more snowflakes fell, then he slid his hoof across the ground, leaving a trail of ice. Snorting, she locked eyes with him as he smiled, he was seeking even ground, smart. Pursing her lips, she let her teeth come forth again, as she spoke "Your could in the form of winter, but the cold that will never find its way into your soul, is the cold of death, its harshness, its lust that drives you mad for it, the feeling and the need for terror, screams, pain. You know your cold, but you'll never know my cold, no matter how far you dig, you'll never touch it, or get any where near it. " .