Feed My Lust for Money (Royalty)

[nala]

Jack stretched out his front right leg to the sun. His silver mane played with the wind as it always did. The boondocks, once his boondocks, seemed to be placed high in the homeland. Not as high as the mountains to the north, but certainly high enough for a constant playful breeze. He could smell the new stallion, the new king. The stink was musty and powerful, it gave a purpose that covered up Jack's unneeded smell below. His royal reign had been pathetic in nature and the solitude had finally gotten to him. He had no interest in being king, Jack had something else entirely in mind.

Kingly King, upon you're high rock, what are you up to? His words were always muddled and hard to understand. Jack's speech, although intelligent and worldly, was nearly always formed as a riddle even if the riddle he spoke had no answer. I seek your presence, beast on high, I have a proposition. His blue eye's flashed towards the newest smell of the stallion. The king had a queen, and the queen had his children.

ooc: Meh. but he can add to your evilness.

[Яed]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 386px; height: 482px; background-image:url(http://i48.tinypic.com/2mqm7it.jpg)] His nostrils flared with the new....though almost familiar scent; he knew this, had smelled it before though his memory drew a blank of just where he had which was slightly irritating. It was as if on the tip of his brain before it would suddenly vanish which each breathe he took; his head shaking as his mind buzzed in confusion while he grasped for the memory before it fell through his grasp once more. Orange eyes slitted though as his concentration or frantic grasping within his own mind was broken suddenly by the odd voice, no doubt belonging to the newcomer. His speech was odd to Theran though his audacity to call upon him had the black brute gnashing his teeth together in only irritation. Perhaps it had not gotten around quite yet, but the King of the Boondocks had quite the temper; both violent and easily provoked. He seemed to snap at even the tiniest slip or action he found annoying-his own blood were no exception, the young colt was privy to many of his sire's explosive outbursts with no reprieve from his mother who would just look on at the punishment being drawn out. Theran had certain....ideals as to what his blood would behave like and act as did he have certain ways to ensure their strength. He had been mildly disgusted at the female that was cursed to him, but now he found her rather amusing as she went around snapping her jaws and teeth; sometimes drawing blood once or twice even from her own sibling in which he did not hold back. The two sometimes fought like enemies, growling and inflicting upon the other though as he observed he could see the bond forming between the two however he was yet undecided if this would be of use or hindrance. Physically shaking himself from his thoughts, he had something more pressing to divert his attention to-ward. Muscles tensed beneath black flesh that pulled taught over, skin quivering against how tightly it was held over the massive form almost as if it would tear in any moment. Like his temper his patience was just as thin. Theran though admittedly was curious of this stallions offer; a proposition? The muscle above his eye seemed to tick as though he were raising it in question. "And what makes you believe I wish to hear this proposition?" He sneered, his voice a dark hiss while he fixated burning eyes upon the stallion before him, his own body moving around the other almost like a predator cornering and hunting.

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