Redeema

I trot into the land. I don't call out. I just stand there, flicking my tail and getting used to the scents. My nares flare and the place reeked of his scent. It was probably the only dark stallion herd in all of the lands. I snort and paw the ground. Hmph. I didn't even know his name. Ah, well. It got me away from those annoying retards, at least. I rolls my eyes and wait.

Suicide

A mares silhouuette appears on the horizon and Suicide knew immidately who it was. Redeema. As she stops, the animation of the monarch begins as he makes his way towards her.

Greetings M'lady Redeema, I am Suicide.

He tosses his andalusian crown, his titanic body swaying as he adjusts his nadirs on the brital earth of hells roof.

Redeema

I snort and shake my head. I raise my brwos and hiss, Do you have a lead? I longed to be lead with him and have heirs to make herds. Some would say that I'm a slut, but I call it happiness. I smirk and look at him.

Psyche

I watch silently my dark eyes flickering with flames of anger. Something about Redeema made me angry although I was unsure what. Shaking my head I moved quietly towards them thorns laced back against my skull the mask on but my anger evident to even the stupid slut Redeema. I didnt say a word just watched darkly my eyes on Suicide. I was here to make an alliance with him....He just had to return the favor. I would let him bring it up, hopefully leaving my name out of all of this. I liked my aura of mystery no one knowing who I was what I could do.

I watched both of them warily not fearing but not wanting to seem stupid enough to relax in this hell hole.

Suicide

No

The hellion then turned his attention to the one he knew as Psyche.

Ahhh, Psyche. You've considered my deal then? What say you?