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Many moons had passed since she'd separated from the stallion Ar.... whatever his name had been. Different lands had passed beneath her hooves. None of which had truly suited her. She had considered stopping by the ocean but decided it wasn't to her liking. And her current location far from suited her aswell. It was forested, but rather hot and dry. Darkest could practically SEE the needles from the pines falling off.

There had been some meetings with other soquili. Some of them had ended in fighting. For the most part, she'd remained unharmed; not all of the others could say the same though. She'd stopped in a clearing to get a drink of water. The down side being she had to travel through the underbrush to reach the water. Darkest hated having to back track when she smelled the water to find a place to land. Then traveling where the wind couldn't reach her made her thirstier.

Now standing at the tiny stream, she was rather disappointed. It was but a tiny trickle. A small impression had created a tiny waterhole. She sucked down what was in it then had to wait for it fill. No she definitely didn't want to remain here. Darkest hoped that it wouldn't be long before she encountered a wetter place.

Darkest was drowsing by the tiny trickle that could barely be called a stream. She hadn't seen any reason why she couldn't take a nap here. With the tree cover it was fairly well covered and protected. A splash of water brings her instantly awake. Gold eyes scan the area, but don't find anything immediately wrong.

With a swivel of her ears, she listens for sounds that had not been there before. Her sensitive hearing catches a groan and a voice. Sounded like it said "mares" or something similar. With a grunt she rises to her feet and heads silently towards the sound. In her opinion whoever it was, was not the most stealthy. Though in this heat? Who'd want to be?

She eels her way through some trees, hopefully it would be behind the other. If they didn't mean any harm, all well and good, but she was gonna scare the crap out of them. If they did mean her harm.... she was going to make sure they got first taste.

"You." Her voice hisses low, preceding her out of the shadows. One ear is focused on him, one ear is laid back. How had the stallion gotten here? Well this time there was no cliff to save him from. "Well if you want me to haunt you, I suppose that wouldn't be too hard."

Her tail twitches back and forth as she moves to circle the stallion. "And what would you be doing as to find yourself here?" She must not have gotten as far as she'd thought; ranging across the land as she had, she'd made about the same forward momentum as a ground walking stallion could. It wouldn't be a good search if she rushed it.

"So tell me, here to challenge me to another battle then try to drop yourself off a cliff to get out of it?" Her mind wracks itself for his name. Damn, why is it always names? I can recognize him but never remember a damn name.

"I donno about that. Might be fun to take a break and watch how many times your nose runs into the mud." Darkest kicks a hoof into the dry ground. "Unfortunately there's not much of that here is there? Oh well, your probably right." She pauses, just long enough for the stallion to get his hopes up before crushing them. "You'd most likely bore me to tears."

"Indeed. Lucky for you." Darkest gives a turn to head back to her little plot of a water hole. She was still quite thirsty and it should be full again by now. "So what? Perhaps I don't feel like sullying myself with it." Her tail flicks insultingly at him as she vanishes back into the scrub cover. Idiotic stallion. Meh, why Would I want to remember his name?

Darkest stops and stands stock still after she clears the brush. I don't believe this. He actually followed me? Of all the stupid..... Her mind stops as what he says sinks in, slowly. She turns slowly as her gold eyes watch him drink.

"Any smart stallion would have walked away. But you followed me." Her voice is neutral. It gives nothing away about what's going on in her mind. "If I had to guess.... I would say you Wanted to become my slave. Why else follow me AND bring it up." She takes a step towards the stallion as a gleam fills her eyes. "So tell me. Do you wish to become my slave?"

Darkest tilts her head. Oh yes, she could be evil and cow this stallion. Or allow him to provide her a small amount of amusement. It had been awhile since she'd had some fun. And he was practically begging her to. How could she resist? "Interesting view. Most would make an effort not to encounter me again, then worry about catching me in a bad mood."

Darkest lifts her eyes to the sun for a moment before looking back down. Her gaze travels the tree branches. She seems to be pondering with her head held high and haughty. He doesn't realize does he? Oh well it shall be a pleasure to enlighten him. She becomes calm and still. The stillness encasing her is almost unnatural 'til her voice breaks the silence.

"Mmmm, My games are never delayed dear stallion. And the answer to your riddle is simple for I already know your name." Her voice silky smooth. "For you fail to understand the position of a slave. You see, you do not have a any name except that which I decide to call you. And you shall only call me by the name I say you may. In this case, your name is.... Slave. And you my dear Slave, may call me Master." Darkest seems pleased and wonders how the stallion will react.

"You lost your memory?" Her gold eyes gaze upon him as her voice has an odd lit to it. Darkest couldn't believe it. She could say anything, and he would believe her. But would he? she thought. If she had known his memory was gone, she might have chosen a different tactic with him.

The black mare slowly pawed a hoof against the ground. She wondered. How far gone was his memory? He clearly remembered her to some point. How far could she lie before he caught on? Darkest let her mind mull this over. Idly her tail twitched back and forth.

She normally wouldn't care if a mare or stallion lost their memory because of an encounter with her. However, for some reason, this time it bothered her. Her hoof pawed the ground again before she decisively stepped toward him in a high stepping prance. She stopped, facing him, when her head was right beside his. Cheek to cheek.

"Areion."

Darkest felt a thrill run through her. Now he'd have to do anything she said. But what to say? Her tail twitched as she went back to get another drink. She slurped down the water. The mare wondered how long it would take to get his memory back, if at all. Wouldn't that be interesting?

Moving away she laid down again. She studied the stallion. Only for a day. Not nearly long enough to find and take over a place to call her own. "It's dry. Why don't you get a drink?" Assuming he forgot his morals along with his memory. Her feline tail curled itself around her back legs.

The mare looked slowly around. It irked her that there was nothing here to make him do! Normally she'd have taken the opportunity to be spoiled all day. Send him out to hunt down prey for her to eat, or find her something shiny and pretty to wear. It was just too dry. Any prey would be tiny. Not worth the effort of catching; even his. There would be no jewelry here either. What a problem this was.

Admittedly, Darkest thought, I could just leave him here. Let him fend for himself and do what he wants. She half gave a sigh. No fun in that. This was turning into a headache.