Jeta

chassis of burnt red ingressed into the Ashen Domes, audreys of crimson swiveling pon their master around. tassels of scarlet flicked to and fro curiousily as nares widened and sent a snort intot he atmosphere, not of fear but of aniticipation. oh, what fun i'd have here! diamonds flitted and danced upon the fragile surface, ooids watching steam and fire burst from the ground around flints. sensitive muscles stayed taut beneath bloody pelt, having fun in this game of don't burn me.

Spy

She was one who wandered on the side of light and dark, one moment pulling you out of the fire, risking her own life and then the next minute turning you into the enemy, corrupting your very soul, turning you into a feared and hated creature. Spy moved quickly throughout the domes, heat enveloping her. Her foal was old enough now that she didn't need to be around all the time, and for the she was greatful. Being blackmailed was not her thing. Never again.

She came upon a rise, and she looked down upon Jeta. The towering black fatale moved forward, an irish sport horse with legs a mile long and movements fluid and quick. She knew nearly everyone in the valley, for that was the job that Saydin had assigned her.

She came closer now, and she gave a dark smirk. Well now, what have we here? And what side do you rest on, pretty little one? The black mare watched carefully, judging Jeta's every movement.

Jeta

Jeta had just leaped over a geyser about to shoot red hot flames into her stomach when she caught a new scent upon the air. Still snickering from the close call, she danced to the side of anotehr potential threat as her delicate nostrils flared, taking the smell. Another mare. After pinpointing what she is, now to locate her. Dark brown eyes scanned the terrain till they looked more up and found the black toned mare standing above her out of the danger of the geysers. Jeta almost snorted "coward" before she thought better of it. Now now, pretty, don't go provoking fights so early in the encounter. Let it simmer a bit before you bite. Tossing her small arab skull rebelliously, her beautiful flame red locks cascading around her arched serpentine neck, our girl let out a obnoxious whinny to the other mare before prancing her slimly muscled legs over to her. Halting a few feet from the jet black mare, she pricked her ears forward, ready to see what this girl was made of before she made judgement.
Well now, what have we here? And what side do you rest on, pretty little one?
Jeta let out a low snort at the mare's words. Her voice was inky and fluid, like a snake before they strike. Jeta wasn't sure how she felt about that. Tossing her head again, she stomped the ground with a tiny but deadly fore hoof before replying.
I have no side, miss. I just know who I am and where I'm going. But while we're questioning here, let me have some info first so as to know how to properly answer your question. What side do you belong to and why? I may find it interesting, you see.
Jeta pinned her ears, letting her words sink in as she flicked her blood red tail in anticipation. She was not going for the disrespectful tone, oh no, that was not her intention at all. Rather testing the mare to see how dominant she made herself out to be. She was still mulling over what the other had called her upon first encounter. Why yes, she knew she was pretty, thank you very much, and yes, she knew herself to be several hands shorter than the ebony mare. But really, what was her purpose behind them? Were they meant to sound motherly? Like a mother gloating on her offspring? Something to make her feel reassured in speaking with her? Our girl needed no reassurance, she found no equid too scary to approach. Did she mean it as an insult? A downsizing of her before she could make herself of opponent status? Jeta snorted at the idea. Now that couldn't drift with our little princess, oh no. She'd have to set her straight before the midnight girl thought herself above Jeta.

S.py

Her dark eyes followed the fiery red mare and she gave a tiny little smirk. My allegiance is my own. I listen to Saydin, a creature that belongs within the fiery pits of hell. However... She does have her attributes. It's better to follow her then be against her, if you catch my drift. her smirk was a little bigger, the black mares bodice contrasting against Jeta's own fiery one. Everyone has come to fear the Sedge Creek Territory. Saydin' makes sure of it. Spy was not an overly dominant mare, however she was not a push over. She did not allow others to walk all over, but at the same time she wasn't going to shove her opinions down anothers throat. Flames shot behind the female, giving her an appearance like that of a demon out of hell. Take a side now, pretty. I can't stay here long, to many hate me in this place. Do you want to meet Saydin, or declare your hate for her? Tick tock, the time was ticking... And Spy wasn't going to wait around forever.

Jeta

Jeta watched the mare's facial features with disinterested scrutiny. Her feminine fox ears pricked toward the older mare as she spoke.
My allegiance is my own.I listen to Saydin, a creature that belongs within the fiery pits of hell. However, she does have her attributes. It's better to follow her than be against her, if you catch my drift.
Jeta snorted. She wasn't sure how much she trusted this other mare yet. Saydin, huh? She wasn't sure if this mare just listened to the voices in her head or whether this creature was real. She could catch the threat/warning behind the mare's words and it also set her teeth on edge. She was almost positive not every equine in this place pledged their allegiance to this Saydin and they probably came to no harm. Pawing the earth before her, Jeta pinned her ears again and listened to the mare's next words with skepticism.
Everyone has come to fear the Sedge Creek territory. Saydin makes sure of it.
So Saydin causes fear in the other creatures around here. Jeta wondered vaguely what form this Saydin charactor took the shape of. She'd laugh if it was a crow or toad or something. Flicking her tail in frustration, our girl started weighing her options. But wait, the mare wasn't done with her speech.
Take a side now, pretty. I can't stay here long, too many hate me in this place. Do you want to meet Saydin, or declare your hate for her?
Jeta tossed her delicate head at the ultimatum. Why the rush? This wasn't an end of the road type deal. And the mare's second sentence made her more skeptical. Why couldn't she stay? Jeta loved to walk into the territory of her enemies. Watching their glares just made her dance more. If she didn't know any better, she'd say the ashen mare was scared of the other creatures here. Then she focused on the mare's last question. Well at least she didn't say "pledge your allegiance to Saydin." Meeting this character might not be so bad. And she could decide then what her options were. She certainly couldn't say she hated this Saydin. She didn't even know the fellow. Jeta snorted gently and looked into the mare's eyes with balanced emotions. She wasn't challenging the mare but she wasn't bowing before her either. Respect? Ah, but she didn't know the mare long enough for that yet. Just call it aquaintanceship then, and be glad you still have your pretty little head. She nodded her head to the ebony girl and tossed her head again in anticipation.
I will meet this Saydin and declare myself then and only then. I will depart with you.
That was kind of her polite way of saying "ok, we can go now." Swishing her flame red tail upon her haunches, she danced in place, not out of impatience, just energy, as she waited for the black mare to start in the direction she needed to go.

S.py

She gave a slight smile. Come with me. She could smell Morbid in the air, and she needed to leave quickly. The stallion wanted nothing more then to destory her life, as well as that of her foals. She took off at a steady trot, ground eating and fluid. She made her way to the sedge creek territory, heading to meet the dainty little Saydin bitch.