Callbear
Vengeling
Sidlet
To do list: 1. Wait for tonight.
2. Try to take over the world.
The thought she knew what she was doing, she thought that she would be able to control the situation and manipulate the lavender hued stallion. She had practiced on some nobodies in the meadow, they melted at her touch and quickly turned to gooey moldable mush. She was far from perfected but she was vivacious and attentive to how she needed to adjust. This situation was no different, this winged beast with his sultry smirk and devilish eyes was different. He didn’t puddle around her feet, no her smulder but make him bolder, and his own thirst didn’t give way to her. No She had underestimated the beast, but she liked a challenge. Oh yes, she did indeed. But he spoke and she lost her moment and she would have to take a moment to regroup and try a new angle.
Kirin. She tasted his name in her mind, and it was one she felt she would never forget, never want to either. No she rather thought he would be important, especially if he was in with Potion. She had been a vision, and he was her father surely he would be equally as visionary. The two stood just out of reach of each other, ever so close but ever so far. She toyed with the thought of going to him, as he had lowered his wings before he spoke, but she didn’t quite trust it would be the right play. Maybe it was his eagerness, it was that beyond that flirtation… she wasn’t sure, if her usually sultry play would be the right one. Instead she let the distance stand, she would let him reach, let him lead, learn his play. She listened to him finished, her equine brow raised in her own questions, her own curiosities. Her act was just that, an act-- a good one, but she wasn’t about to break character first.
Vengeling must have sensed her shift from the offensive. He came forward, his silver-black body looking smokey-grey next to his sister’s slick black one. His face was stern, business-like, he ignored that Callbear kept her sultry mischievous eyes on Kirin. He knew it was her play, but he knew that when she wasn’t being offensive it was his turn to come in, she would be be ready soon enough to continue, ”Our abilities are not in question; we are more than capable. I think the question here is, what’s in it for us?” His voice almost eerily nonchalant. It wasn’t cocky, or abrasive. Calm and collected--calculated with just a hint of amusement. THe response hung in the air the three holding the game in a standstill for the moment. The dance was well underway, and the three were still unclear how it would end. He was the hardest target they had taken on, sure the end final flourish would be a doozy. Kirin’s final question about power hung in the air now, what could possibly be better than power? Lavendar stallion still focused on callbear and Vengeling on him. Until Sidlet spoke up answering the question. ” influence. Or that is what Callbear says at least…” He smiled, a sweet innocent thing. He was along for the ride, his skills set was being the sweet one, and it was yet to be needed. Someday he’d play out a long-end game. Callbear shot him a glare however, believing the stallion was being more hypothetical.
Call took the lead once more, her eyes still toying with the beast, ”Yes, you tell us what is in it for us, other than your body, I have a feeling I could have that easily enough. And it wil do nothing for my brothers.” A quick spike of her brow toward the sky before it returned to rest spoke it her brazen undertone. A new angle to try on the beast, one day she would know his buttons, one day she would learn to work him like putty, she would agree to help him if only to continue to figure him out. ”But I think we can find agreeable terms, we’ll help you out, as long as you follow through on your end.