Firebringer High

Mai just stared as the blue colt turned his back on her. He would come back, he always came back. It just took her dating another guy, making it look like he hurt her in some way and some teary eyes. That usually did the trick to get him back. She knew that the talent scouts were watching Pelli and Mai wouldn’t mind being one of those footballwifes that lived a life in luxury. Noone had heard the comment she had said to Pelli so she put on a very dramatic face and made herself think of Mittens, hers and Tal’s cat that had been run over when they were foals. That made at least a few tears appear and then she added the thoughts of her loosing the promqueen title and that brought out a stream of crocodiletears. She sniffed and sobbed dramatically as she threw herself in Makan’s arms. It looked quite real. There wasn't many, perhaps only her sister, who knew how good Mai was at acting. The filly knew how to get her way. Mai knew that in some point in time, when she, Pelli and Makan had been freshman’s the best friend of Pelli’s had a crush on her – it suited her well to see if he still was interested. He had at least looked at her that way (when Pelli wasn't watching), especially when she ‘dressed up' in her out of school clothes (that sometimes was even more daring than her 'in school' outfits). She felt the pale blue colts surprise but he didn’t seem to be sad over to feel her voluptuous body pressed hard against his own. This would work out just fine. From what the others had seen it looked like the star of Firebringer High's football team ditched his girlfriend for a filly at the rivalschool - in front of the whole school. Leaving her for a filly that was known for getting into trouble and one that had almost beaten her. Every student at Firebringer High would think he was crazy and they would feel sorry for her. The spotted filly hid her smirk against the colts shoulder and once more thought of losing the crown causing more tears run down her cheek.


Wasp looked up as the bluecolored colt sat down beside her. It was just a short glance but the filly’s eyes were filled with a mixture of anger, anguish, fear, sadness and longing. “You should go.” The words were short and cold. She didn’t really want him to go. Yet she didn’t want him to see her like this so she turned away from him. “You shouldn’t be here. Go…go back to your girlfriend. Forget about me. I only mean trouble…for everyone." The filly stood up. "If you won't go…I must go…I'm late for class anyway…” She wiped the last cursed tears off her cheek. If she didn’t do well in school Wayra would go ballistic. Even if she didn’t care at all about her daughters wellbeing she still demanded that she preformed straight A’s in every subject. Thankfully she had no problem with school, if you didn’t count the problems her temper caused her with the other students. She often made all the extra credit assignments and from what the teachers told her she wouldn’t have any trouble applying for any collage she wished to attend. Not that she cared.

Suddenly a cold wind swept through the small garden making her shiver and she wrapped her arms around her. Why couldn’t he just go? Why did he look at her that way? Wasp then noticed that her sweater had been pulled up revealing three cigarette burn marks in the black fur on her arm. They were still quite fresh. She ignored what looked like a questioning look in his eyes as she pulled the fabric down, covering the wounds. To hide her arms more in case the other bruises would show Wasp took her jacket on again. Wayra had been careful not to hit her where it might show and most of her bruises was easily disguised as being caused by the lacrosse. Noone had suspected a thing.

-Wasp
-Mai

OOC: I was thinking that maybe Makan and Mai will end up together and as the minx that Mai is she will "part" (at least temp) the friendship between Makan and Pelli. Mai will feed him (Makan) with some lies that Makan, who might have had deep crush on Mai for a long time, will belive. Just to add to the high school drama. What do you think?

Makan watched Pelli leave, shaking his head. The dude was stupid or something. Sure that stripped chick had been hot, but this was Mai we were talking about! Speaking of Mai... he turned to her and saw her tears. How could he be so inconsiderate?! Suddenly she flung herself into his arms. He was stunned at first, stumbling a little at the sudden weight. His faced flushed as he wrapped his arms around her slightly awkwardly at first, patting her back. But as she didn't leave his arms a cocky smile grew on his lips. Take that Pelli, look who's got the girl now!

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Pelli stood as Wasp did. Something was very wrong, he couldn't put his finger on it. Sure he had heard the rumors of her mother as well, but there was something deeper there. He shook his head at her request for him to leave.

"I'm not going anywhere"

But then she went on to say she would leave if he didn't. Class... school wasn't as important as the state of your heart and mind. That was his philosophy. He didn't work to get by, and get by he did. He was cocky and arrogant, but he could be smart when he wanted to be. He reached out his hand to her as she shivered in a slight breeze. But as she rubbed her arms her sleeves ran up a bit on her arm to reveal three circular burns on her arm. His eyes turned to hers, shock and questions there but when she didn't say anything his ears went back. He wanted answers. He put his hands on her shoulders and turned her towards him, his sunset eyes burning like fire now.

"Wasp, who did that to you? Tell me, I just want to help. I... I want to protect you, to help. You can trust me. I know I'm just some stupid jock from your rival school of all things, and that what we did... that it might have meant little to you... but not to me. I want to help you Wasp. Keeping something like that secret could hurt you in the future."

He looked down remembering his Junior year. He had been drunk... he had thought it was cool to do that. To take a girl, get wasted, and then go on a 'romantic' drive in the country. But no... it hadn't been fun for him. Instead it had been a blur of road and trees, rolling metal, flashing lights, and pained screams. She hadn't made it through the night. He hadn't let anyone know what had happened. It had been over the summer so news hadn't traveled. His wounds had healed for the most part over the summer and the girl had been from out of town. No one knew her. He looked at Wasp again. He didn't want another girl he cared for to get hurt to.

"Please Wasp, let me help you."

~Makan/Kokopelli

“Oh Makan, what should I do now?” Mai sobbed dramatically. “I thought he loved me! I'm all alone!” The spotted filly pressed harder against the colt and let some more tears wet her cheeks. “I'm ugly aren’t I? That’s why he left with her! I'm ugly and I'm fat!” Mai took a half step away from the colt, her lower lip trembling. "You don't think I'm ugly do you?" Here she made an appropriate pause and looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes, batting her eyelashes and made her best to look vulnerable and innocent. Acting like this was one thing she was good at and she perfected it to the fullest.

Meanwhile the colt talked she zoned out a bit thinking what she could do to hurt Pelli the most. He would regret the day he crossed her. Soon he would come crawling back. That filly would also get some of her devoted attention. The striped filly would certainly regret the day she stepped into her school. She nodded a little, sniveled where it seemed appropriate.



The filly trembled as he touched her shoulders but didn’t dare to look meet his gaze. The left shoulder was especially tender. Her dam had shoved her hard into the wall the other day and it still hurt. She had been late from school and hadn’t cleaned the apartment in time to when Wayra got home. Wasp had been almost finished but as always what ever she did it was never good enough. Her dam always found something that she had done wrong and it didn’t had to be much to ignite Wayra’s short fuse. Wasp was happy school had started again. It had always been worse during the summer. Sometimes she didn’t leave the apartment for a week due to the bruises. She swallowed hard, fought the tears that treated to break the barriers she had put up. The filly sniffled and then turned her head to meet the colt’s eyes. By sheer will she held her own steady. Wasp knew she could never tell anyone what Wayra did. Her dam had told her what would happen, what she would do to her if she did. It was to frightful to even risk it. The filly’s eyes glowed while the tears made them glitter and her usual sullen look came back. Once more Wasp barricaded herself to avoid the pain to reject someone she cared about.

“Its nothing - I had myself to blame...since I...fell...so there is nothing you can do about it Pelli. You can’t protect or help me...Noone can...because there is nothing thats...wrong. Just…just leave me be…please…”

Wasp couldn’t continue and looked away again. Once there had been a colt that had shown interest in her but as soon as her dam had found out the punishment had come swift and hard. It had been the first time she got beaten with something more than her dam’s fists. She knew if her dam found out about Pelli there would be a severe punishment. Just to be seen with a colt like this could mean trouble. There were certain male teachers at Firebringer High as well at her own school that were regulars in the club where Wayra worked. They worked as her spies and reported what they saw her do. She looked up at him and smiled a sad smile. Before she could stop herself she had raised her hand and tenderly let her fingers follow his jawline down to his to chin. She sighed as she let her fingers stroke the beginning of a beard.

“I…must go now. I will get into…trouble if I stay to long…” Wasp exhaled quietly. Part of her wanted to tell him but she knew she could never do that. It was too risky. Before she turned away from him she leaned forward, kissed him on the cheek and whispered in his ear.
“The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or touched, but are felt in the heart. For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”

Then she turned and started to walk out of the garden.She didn't see the fullgrown stallion who had been sitting close by and who now was using his cellphone. The filly didn't hear his voice.

"...Wayra - its me...I've seen your daughter...she met someone..."

-Wasp
-Mai

OOC: The part Wasp says before she leaves is not by me but are 2 quotes from the movieworld

Nuria chuckled at Ketu's response to her idea. He did indeed get excited! She found it nice in a refreshing kind of way. It was a rare thing to find someone who liked history as much as she did. He seemed to get a burst of inspiration and started to write down ideas and lists of book titles. She smiled and chuckled to herself, amused, as she continued her own work... well doodle. A jock who collected old books and loved history? Where had he been all her life? He suddenly started talking again and she couldn't help but smile more broadly. A list of his books? Then he began to say 'come over' but stopped himself. She flicked her ears. Why did he stop? Oh... He knew she didn't like cliques... As he mumbled a fumbled apology for his accidental flirting then looked down at his paper again she laughed and smiled.

"I think it would be very interesting to see those books. Perhaps we could work on our papers together or something as well? I mean, quite honestly I'll probably be so distracted by your collection that I won't be able to focus, but I'm sure I would be able to pull myself away eventually!"

~Nuria

The dark colt smiled warmly at the red filly. Some said his smile had caused many fillies hearts to break. When he smiled it made his eyes sparkle like dark crystals. The smile faded some however as he hoped that she didn’t think that he was just one of those jocks that was after one thing. He flicked his ear when he heard some sort of commotion outside the classroom. Ketu knew the angry voice he heard. It was Mai – the minx of Firebringer High - who was dating the star of the football team, Kokopelli. At that time the bell rang. The others rushed out – they had also heard the ruckus outside and didn’t seem to want to miss a thing. Ketu didn’t care however. He wasn’t much for gossip and such. Besides, Mai had a nasty temper and it was not good to get on her bad side. Sure – he had been under her spell once – before he found out what she was after. It was slightly before she starting dating Pelli. He had been hurt for awhile but then he had started dating again. Not many though and it was not one that had made him feel like she had been the one. Of course – it was silly to believe that you would meet the love of your life in high school even if it wasn’t unheard of.

As they entered the hall it was students everywhere. Ketu thought he heard Nuria say something but he couldn’t hear what. He tried to say something to her but she didn’t seem to hear either. He scribbled down a few sentences on a note and just managed to get it to her before he got shoved one way and she the other. Then he got another shove as a black and yellow filly stormed passed him. To his surprise Pelli stormed by shortly after. He raised a brow as he saw Mai – in a dramatic manner - throw her arms around Makan. He rolled his eyes – such drama. He was thankful for that the school day was over. He jogged over to the students parking lot to get his car – a midnightblue Ferrari Testarossa. Ketu hoped that the filly would be able to read his note.

“I don’t have to go to practice after school. If you want you can come by the house today. I have the car back from the shop if you want a ride. Just come down to the main entrance in five minutes? If you’re not there I know you couldn’t make it today. If you dont want a ride the adress is: Knoll Terrace #5”

-Ketu

Salka breathed on her blue nails before rubbing them on her skirt. There... Much better... Satisfied, the french mare tossed her curly mane and sashayed over towards Mai. She couldn't help but sneer, what some mares would do to get stallions... She wasn't the type of girl that had to practically beg guys to ogle at her by wearing immodest clothes. Instead she emitted an almost tangible allure and glamor that made colts stare. She opened her golden eyes wide, looking more coquettish than usual, "What 'as 'appened? May, what iz wrong?" She was aware of the single strand of light blue mane hanging flirtatiously over one eye.

Toying with danger she put one hand on Makan's shoulder, "You are a doll, taking care of Mai zo!" She sighed dreamily, "What I wouldeen't give for a stallion like zat..." She smiled, stepping out of the 'danger zone', "But you are zo clearly takeen! I wouldeen't dream of separating a match zo clearly made in heaven." She flashed a look at Mai that clearly said 'I don't want the guy, don't hurt me'. Salka was careful with her flirting. Perhaps when Mai dumped this one she could take him... That would be wonderful. Makan was a nice enough guy, and wouldn't she look wonderful on his arm... But Mai... She'd take Makan later, she liked living too much to risk it now.

-Salka

Mai ignored the lightblue haired filly. She vaguely remembered that she might be one of those foreign exchange students but those where never anything to bother about in Mai’s book. She couldn’t even say her name right. The spotted filly turned her full attention to the colt and sniffed once more dramatically but wiped her wet cheeks with the palms of her hands, although carefully not to ruin her makeup more than necessary. Mai knew she had to come up with something to destroy Wasp and get Pelli back. He would be the innocent one, she would be the forgiving one and the striped filly…she was toast.

She sniffled again and looked up at the colt with eyes that was shimmering with (the fake) tears. “You know why he left me right?” The filly took a deep breath like it was something that hurted her, that she was upset, ashamed and embarrassed over. “That Triple H filly…she…I'm not sure if you heard but…she dances with just about any colt…I’ve heard that she even dance with some of the teachers just to get good grades and…” Mai made a dramatic pause and let new tears wet her cheeks. She pressed against him once more as if she tried to gather strength from him, making sure some areas was pressed harder against him than others. Mai knew on how to "spellbind" colts. Speaking to his shoulder (that was muscular but not in the same way as Pelli’s) she continued. “…I walked in on them once, both claiming it was nothing but…she had this smirk on her face…after that I…well…maybe I was a little guarding towards Pelli meeting others but…didn’t want to loose him…and…and…now I walked in on them again…but this time she says she is pregnant by him…He believes her and want to do the right thing. I told him it wasnt true..but he just said Im crazy and a lier! Its she that makes up things about me, poisioning him with lies...such lies that...he think is true...I…I think he is gonna marry her Makan! But he cant be the sire…that was like to long ago…he cant be…can he…Makan? Have you seen anything different with him?” Mai let her lower lip tremble for a good effect.

-Mai

Pato was the last to leave the classroom; he was one of the few that didn’t bother about the commotion created by the two fillies and the blue jock colt. The crowd made him however stuck in the hallway and he ended up beside the french filly. He frowned at Mai. That was one he didn’t like at all. She had ever since they were foals teased him for reasons he didn’t know why. After awhile he stopped reacting and then her teasing stopped. Sometimes as he passed in the hallway she and her squads of wannabes formed a cluster and giggled.

He eyed the foreign filly up and down. Fancy indeed. Nice shapes. Not bad at all. He grinned. Some fillies liked his rough look. Not that he cared about that. Ladies, good or bad, couldn’t be trusted. It was only one that had affected him slightly. One mare that had managed to reach to his mangled heart and she was a mare that made him feel something. She was older but he didn’t care. He had met her during the summer and had shared a few nights with her. Then she had left. Pato had mourned that in his own way but hadn’t shared it with anyone. Sharing was for sissies anyway.

The colt stood close to the french filly and then leaned towards her. He had seen her looks and her apology towards the spotted filly that just seemed to ignore her in her normal fashion. She did that to anyone that she didn’t think was worthy of her attention.

“Salut comment allez vous jolie fille, ne vous occupez pas des filles stupides, elles ne comprennent pas que l'important teinte de toute façon” (Hi there pretty girl, don’t mind the stupid girls, they don’t understand the important things anyway.)*

He had never told anyone that he knew french. Noone bother to ask him stuff. Like Nuria many of the teachers assumed that he was a certain way due to the way he dressed and acted, none of them bothered to see who he really was. In the end he gave up convincing them on the opposite.

-Pato

* I dont speak any french, this is made through Bablefish..if you write any french as a reply Lumin I will use that as a translator so keep it simple

Makan shook his head as Pelli gave his speech to Mai and stormed off leaving her there stunned. Sure, maybe Mai had gone over the top, but dude, this was MAI. The hottest girl in school! Who wouldn't want her? And as that thought entered his brain he was shocked to find Mai fall into his arms sobbing. His! Though the sobbing was the best of situations... his elation turned to an awkward sympathy. He pat her back lightly as she cried, only managing a soft "no silly" when she asked if she was ugly before another hand on his shoulder made him look into the blue face of another pretty mare. Makan felt his ego boost a tad at the thought. Two mares hitting on him in one day! Lucky him! Though the blue mare backed off, letting Mai be unchallenged, Makan knew he had her too. Makan turned his attention back to Mai as she asked her question and began to tell her story, pressing into him. He felt his cheeks flush at that then his face pale as Mai described Kokopelli's relationship with the striped mare. He had had no idea that Pelli was doing that kind of thing. He knew that he went around with girls, sure, but never that seriously. And... WHAT?! No way, Pelli would have been far more distracted at practice if he knew that girl was pregnant by him. He shook his head to show Mai he didn't believe that part.

"I don't think he's the sire at all. Don't worry. He would have been far more distracted at the games for sure and he's been his normal self. Just quit worrying, I gotcha now."

He smiled kindly at her, his normally laughing gray eyes gentle. This was okay... he could get use to being like this!

~Makan

The spotted filly frowned slightly but let it quickly fade and masked it like she had gotten mascara in her eye. She needed to ignite Makan’s anger somehow. What could possibly be the trigger needed? Taking a deep breath she stepped once more into the colts arms. She could hide her face better from him this way. Hide what she was thinking. At times it was hard for her to play that dimwitted cheerleader. If only the others knew how smart she really was. She was going places! There was no way that she was going to be stuck here after high school! The only good with this place was that the school sometimes let them travel to the Summer Sea. It was really for biology classes and such but after the assignments were done there was always room for some fun stuff, in this case sunbathing. Most of the times when they were there, Pelli had played ball with the other guys, sometimes football, other times soccer and volleyball. Volleyball was the best in Mai’s book. Then all the boys had their shirts off and she could observe them all behind her shades. Sometimes however Pelli had been beside her, often wet from a swim, and he had “for fun” splashed her soaking wet. She really didn’t mind but always put up a big fuss about it. Jumping up and down in her tiny hot pink bikini so all the boys looked at her. One of those times when he had been beside her, he had shared something with her, one thing Makan had shared with him in confidence. That could work, it had to work. If she knew Makan right it was something he was mortified over.

Mai bit her lower lip and looked like she tried not to cry anymore. “But…she just told him that Makan…I just wondered if you…have seen them together somewhere… Oh Makan…me and…him…I…we…Pelli and I…we had talked a little…just a little but still…to…get engaged…to mar…” She closed her eyes and took a shivering breath, waved her hand in front of her face like she almost lost control over her emotions and needed a moment to gather them again. “I always thought he was waiting for me…for our wedding night Makan…I couldn’t dream of that he would do something like this!” The filly took a new shivering breath and let a tear find its way down her cheek. Oh how good her drama teacher would think she preformed at this point. To bad she had him fired. It was due to another good acting from her side before the principal. She couldn’t really remember what she accused the dramateacher for but that didn’t matter. He had been in her way. She opened her eyes again, looking ever so innocent.

“Some might say all of this its my fault, that it is my blame…that its because I let him go out with others, I did that yes but…that’s only because…I never really wanted to date any other than Pelli, but he…forced me…almost…just so he could… I never thought that he…would do something like…like…this…Its almost like…your sire and that Chixa…them having your halfsister Rox…oh!…” Mai took a step back, a hand over her mouth like she was embarrassed and ashamed over what slipped out her mouth. “Whoops, Pelli said not to tell you I knew that! I am SO sorry Makan! You know I really can keep a secret…I just see you as someone I can trust and I hope you can trust me…I would never ever say it to anyone else – promise!”

She stepped up to him close again, embraced him and let one of her hands stroke him over his back, scratching him lightly with her nails. She needed him to forget that she had said that, that he only would focus on that Pelli had been fooling around with another filly, a filly from the rival school no less, making that very filly pregnant, going behind both their backs plus that he had told one of his secrets Mai thought that Makan was made belive that Pelli had told one of Makan's secrets, who knew who else he shared them with. The rival school filly? She knew that Makan saw Pelli as his shoulderfriend, someone he would have trusted to the end. How could you not be angry then? The filly lifted her head as much as she could and leaned her chin on his shoulder; this made her bust press quite hard against him as she had to stand on her toes a bit. She wasn’t short but Makan and Pelli was still a little bit taller than her. She could easily be a model with her looks if she wanted to. Mai sighed deeply and let some of the air, secretly on purpose, blow on his neck with the intention to make him shiver. “Oh Makan, what would I ever do without you?” she whispered in his ear. But in the back of her head she was quite pleased with herself. Lets see who is winning over who now Pelli. You will be back with me somehow, or at least that harlot wont have you and I will see to that she’s not gonna be liked after this, starplayer or not! She will regret this…she will…she will regret the day she crossed me and drove You from me…

-Mai

OOC: Sorry for the bad word at the end...not sure if its VERY bad but...anyway.. Im not good at playing a mean girl...

Salka heard a raspy voice close to her ear and spun around. She glanced up and down the colt, not bad... Not bad at all... And he knew French! She smiled at him, a hint of a flirty look in her golden eyes, "Ahh, zo you speak French! 'Ow interesting... I did not know you Vale-dwellers knew ze language of love!" She walked towards the colt, curly light blue hair falling over one eye, "You are right. Zese Vale girls are very, how do you say, idiotic. Zey chase ze colts and do not learn. In my country I was ze most popular girl in my school and ze smartest. But zen my parents broke up and I came 'ere. 'Ow do you stand zese fillies anyway?"

She began to walk away, hoping the colt would follow. He was very handsome, she liked edgy guys best. The ones that made her sire squeal with rage. Salka looked at Pato, "What iz your name? Mine iz Alusalka." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, very handsome indeed... Perfect.

-Salka
(Sorry for the shortness!)

He grinned. It seemed like this filly was a foreign version of Mai in the way she described herself. She could, definitely with her looks, be able to amuse him, at least for a little while. The colt swiped a hand through his greased back hair but he still had some unruly locks that hang over his eyes. He didn’t changed his outfits much and today as any other he had a black t-shirt (with the sleeves rolled up) and black jeans with rolled-up cuffs plus his worn leather jacket. His broad muscular chest still showed despite the simple t-shirt. The colt looked the filly over again as he took off the jacket and revealed his muscular arms as well. The work at the garage gave him fine muscles but he used to train with the weights too. Pato knew he looked good and that it was something with his renegade look that made the fillies interested in him even if they tried to pretend that they where not. He didn’t care how they felt just as long he got something out of it. It wasn’t like he planned something long lasting anyway. But looking good was not the only reason for him to lift weights. It stopped the bullying when others learnt that you could defend yourself.

Pato, still grinning, watched the filly start walking away. She looked smoking from behind too. Not like other colts that sometimes tried to pretend they didn’t look Pato continued to look at the filly with a dangerous spark in his eyes. That very spark that so many sires of the fillies attending Firebringer High didn’t like. They didn’t like him, no question to it, and yet he hadn’t really done anything to deserve it. He wasn’t the worst player in school; it was plenty of jocks around to take that place. But it was like it was who he was and what clothes he had on that seemed to made up their minds who was good and who was bad. It was they thought he would lure them away. The sport jocks with their bright future were clearly on the pro-list and he was on the con-list. Pato didn’t saw that some something to be sad over. Some of the fun lay in how to watch the sires become furious. But they couldn’t do much because his behavior was never ‘bad’ – at least not when they watched him.

He closed the distance between them and came up close behind her as she briefly stopped in her step and glanced back at him. Due to the large crowd he got pushed even closer and his body pressed slightly against hers. In his voice that almost sounded like it was tinted with mystery, dark sensuality he whispered in her ear.

“Ce qui est un nom mon amour, son seulement une étiquette. Mais si vous devez savoir, mon nom est ennui. Font vous aiment l'ennui?” The colt flashed one of his sly grins and added, “A n'importe qui jamais dit te le ressembler à une déesse?” It never hurted to put in a compliment and the french was know to spread those around. That should make her feel at home.

[What is a name my love, it’s only a label. But if you must know, my name is Trouble. Do you like trouble? AND “Has anyone ever told you look like a goddess?]

-Pato

Salka shivered as he whispered in her ear, whiskers tickling her ear sensually. She laughed and spoke in a quiet tone, "Ennui? J'aime l'ennui. En fait, je suis dangereux… Je vois que vous aimez le danger, oui?" She turned around slightly, smiling flirtatiously. Her eyes glinted in a predatory way, a somewhat wolf-like way. She put her hand on his shoulder and leaned in close, replying in English, "Many have said this, yes. You haven't seen anything yet... I am the goddess of beauty, when I am in splendor Mai will seem like an urchin child." She arched one eyebrow dangerously, "Can you handle me in glory? Or will you be faint of heart like so many others?" Her voice was soft, but filled with an almost tangible allure, like musky perfume. No one could resist it.

Salka's golden eyes were like the panther's, the snake's, the wolf's. She would get this one for sure, no one could stand up to her for long.....

He rolled his eyes. Even his bad eye that had a dusky minty green color compared to the vivid green on the other eye, showed that he didn’t really cared about who was the prettiest filly on earth. He wasn’t interested in catfights. Grinning he stroked her along her lower back but removed his hand before he came to her rump. “I fear nothing baby...” The colt moved even closer, daringly meeting her predatory eyes with his own. He pressed her slightly against the lockers, ignoring the pushes around him by students that rushed to their next class. Everybody expected him to be late so he wasn’t in a hurry. Standing in front of her, leaning on the lockers with each hand on either side of her head he let his face come closer to hers. With his arms on either side of her she couldn’t turn her head away. In a way he liked that, the power was his. But she could still go if she wished. He didn’t have any fancy cologne instead he was surrounded by the scent of motor oil, leather and smoke. He took a light hold of her head with one hand and stroked her cheek with his thumb. Pato leaned in even closer to her as to give the filly a kiss only to whisper softly with a lewd voice. “…it is you that…should fear me…” Then his ears flicked back at the sound and he stepped away. He stared daringly at the teacher that had come up behind them. Pato didn’t fear the teachers. They didn’t deserve any attention of his.

“WHAT are you doing Mr Turaco?! Shouldn’t you be heading for class? You should too Miss! I'm sure your classes have started?!”

Pato yawned almost in the teachers face to show that he really didn’t care what he said. “Yeah…they probably have started Sir…but I have such a good time here…” The rose grey teacher looked at him with a stern face. “Enough with the lame excuses Mr Turaco - go to class! You are already in trouble as it is!” Pointing towards the classroom the teacher waited for the colt to move. Pato looked at the filly and grinned. “Yeah…later…”

“MR TURACO!” The teacher laid his ears flat back. “Looks like someone has a attitude problem – again. Now…if you wont go to class its straight to the principals office. You know you can’t…continue like this! You won’t get into collage if your grades are slipping and I really don’t want that…Patollo…” The posture and the look in the grey eyes showed that this wasn’t the first time and how frustrated he started to get.

With a short snort the colt answered. “Gee, very noble gesture, my favorite kind - dramatic, yet completely empty.” But despite his words he followed the grey but before he left he turned back to the filly. “Sorry baby…my services are needed else where it seems…I'm gonna pick up where I left off when we meet again…just so you know” and with a sly smile he added “…Goddess…” As they wandered away the teacher sighed. “…Let’s go Casanova…” The colt only laughed. “Mr Farran, come on, I'm complicated - fillies dig that!”


Thirty minutes later he came out from the office. It wasn’t that bad this time. He snorted. They even gave him some sort of assignment. He was supposed to guide a new student around. Show him the school and all the activities. Like he was some babysitter! But the colt knew why…they wanted to keep him occupied so he stayed out of trouble. The new student was about to arrive soon according to the principal. As he came outside the main entrance he stopped…shit…he forgot the surname! It was just the first name he remembered, Void. What kind of name was that? The colt leaned against the brick wall. His leg started to hurt again. He hated this cursed pain. Pato stood still for a few minutes, concentrating on ignoring the pain that traveled up his leg, spreading through his body. But it was no use. He put his hand in his jeans pocket and when he pulled it up again he had four red seeds in his hand. They weren’t big but they helped. He looked around quickly before he swallowed them all. There…it shouldn’t be long now before they kicked in. But the present pain still made the multicolored colt annoyed. Where in Almas name were that new student?!

-Pato

(a invite for Asherahs Void)

[ooc: da da dahhhhh! VOID!]

Void shrugged deeper into his black leather jacket as she sauntered lazily up the walk to Firebringer High. Public school wasn't exactly his idea of a good education - of course but what was? Void hardly cared about school at all. He was loaded, what did he need school for? - but he had been kicked out over every private school he had been enrolled in. His sire, Rou, had been unable to get him into another, despite his influence. No place else would take him, not after the scandal he's caused with his principal's daughter. He smiled crookedly at the memory. She had been such a sweet little thing. It was one incident that his sire hadn't been able to cover up. Not after they had been caught... snuggling on her mom's desk. They kicked him out of school immediately and the girl had been bundled off to "study abroad". His thought tingled a bit when he thought of that. Quite often that was the wording used when a girl was pregnant when she shouldn't be... like while in high school. She'd never said anything and Void rather doubted it. He didn't really care either way and the thought didn't stay longer than the time it took to flit through his mind.
Frankly he'd much rather not be bothered with having to go to school at all. He'd tried to tell Rou that a tutor would do well enough- if she were pretty anyway- but his sire had flatly refused. He'd even gone to far to say, angrily I might add, that if Void didn't graduate from some school that He'd be cut off. Money wasn't especially important to Void. The Jaguar was nice and the designer clothes but that hardly registered to him. What Void was particularly interested in however, was women. They seemed to enjoy it when he gave them expensive gifts. Most would fall down at his feet for a trifle. THAT was why he liked to have the trust fund and why he would eventually like to inherit his sire's vast fortune... for the ladies.
walking up he grimaced as he looked around. Definitely not the sort of place he was used to. Dirty and old and probably roaches in the food. His last school had a Koi pond with a fountain and an expansive garden out in front. It was considered to be a cheap school what was public school supposed to be? "My how the mighty have fallen." Void thought ruefully to himself. The idea was rather funny - likely the cost of just his jeans was more than most kids here saw in a month - and he giggled a bit before he could stop himself. Grunting he straightened himself and tried to sober up but a smile kept cracking his facade. After a minuet he decided it wasn't worth bothering with and he walked up to the building with a giant grin on his face. He spotted a brightly hued colt leaning up against the wall. The principal had said someone would be waiting... this guy must be it. Void walked over not really caring to know the students name and with little intentions of imparting his own. He just wished they'd given him a filly. They had to have heard about the last school though. it wouldn't really be a good idea to let him loose alone with a female.
"Hey man." He said as he walked up, still with the huge lopsided grin painting his face. " Lets get this over with... this ain't exactly my idea of a good time."

-Void

Oh sweet Alma! Pato raised his brow in disbelief as the icy maned colt came closer. Not him! He wasn’t that good with remembering names but he memorized faces quite well and this whiney thing wasn’t really a face he wanted to see. It was actually a face he wanted to ‘a-void’, Pato smirked at his own joke. He remembered that the colt had his car in for service at the garage he worked at. It had been one thing after the other he had complained about. Pato had just about lost his temper and would have given the colt a good whack if not his boss have given him a eye of warning. Narrowing his eyes he observed the colt in front of him. Perhaps he could have his fun with him here instead. Yes…at least some fun…and perhaps he was stupid enough so he could get some cash out of it. If it was something he needed it was money, both for his bike and for the seeds.

“Sorry to spoil it rich boy but I’ve been told to herd your pampered little butt around here for at least a week – just to show you the ropes of Firebringer High.” Pato smirked at the colt. So clueless about the real world, so dependant on daddy’s money, how would he survive here? Picking up his leather jacket he couldn’t help but notice the other colts jacket, so different than his own, that had a more worn look. It had to be a fashionbrand jacket. He looked at the lanky colt and the rest of his outfit, it wasnt that much better. Oh boy they would eat him alive – that’s for sure! Just smear him up with butter. He muttered to himself ”....they put me to guard a freekin’ filly…”

Pato shoved the colt on the shoulder making him temporarily loose his balance. “Well…rich boy…lets go…”

-Pato

(OOC Not that long...or anything but..its something)

(OOc) Just jumpin in here, anyone feel free to pick her up. Hope this works, if not just let me know

Cutting the engine to her 67 impala she laid her head on the steering wheel. A single tear rolled down her muzzle before she quickly wiped the wet stain away replacing the hurt look that covered her face with one of complete seriousness. Her mother couldn’t control her, couldn’t tell her what to do. She was just an angry drunk, well maybe not so much angry as she was emotional. Blaming her for her problems, blaming her for her father leaving them. It wasn’t fair! Now she had to move to a new school, new teachers. It wasn’t like she had any friends at her old school anyway, she had a boyfriend but…..why did he have to do it. Living….living was never that bad…..he should have come for her, they could have run away together. She would have went with him, without a seconds thought. Now she was alone in the world, alone and completely unprepared to deal with it.
Slowly she lifted her head and looked at the building she would be serving her time in, a brand new hell to get used to. It’s exterior less than brilliant in her mind and a mill of students walking around, hurrying to get to class. It meant classes were getting ready to start and she was going to be late. She sighed low and quiet, cursing under her breath. “What a great way to start the year off Hoirah, you’re doing great….” Sarcasm dripping heavily from her words. She was in no mood for class but somewhere deep down she really did care about her school work, it just took a little poking and prodding to convince her of it.

Opening the door she stepped lightly out of the black rusting vehicle, her black leather heels clicking the pavement loudly. If Hoirah loved one thing it was her appearance, her strong muscled body a sight to see. She wasn’t large, but not a slight thing either. Not an ounce of fat graced her green figure and where muscle could be muscle was. She was thin but strong and she flaunted it heavily, wearing tight leather pants and a strapless v neck shirt the color of midnight blue. It was revealing but what did she care, if you got it use it. That was her motto. She was young and she was wild, it would only be like this for so long. Every moment of everyday was spend living life to the fullest, except for now. Having to come to a place so full of anxiety and hate, her sensitive emotions feeding on others. She would have to be careful here, careful not to overdo it, not to lose it.
Taking a deep breath she slung her bag across her back and began walking as confidently as she could to class, her long silver hair braided loosely as it reached well past the middle of her back.

As she strode to the front doors she looked to the other students, everyone seemingly happy, enjoying their pitiful lives. She sneered at their happiness, jealous of the carefree air they had to them. Her temper flared then and it took most of her control not to just walk over to the nearest stallion or mare and just clock em one in the kisser. Closing her eyes she took a deep breath and just kept walking, mind set on reaching the door. She laid her ears back, metal rings clinking softly as they touched, trying to shut the noise out. It was going to be a looong day. Quickly she opened the doors and took her first steps into her living nightmare. Head held high and ears laid flat she walked, walked to a bright and shining future all her superiors told her she would one day find.

Hoirah