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Oliver ears flicked as he walked across the field that he was so used to walking alone. His eye brow raised, looking down, even his hoof tracks had not been able to wash themselves away by the wind. His light green eyes looked around coldly, he was rather irrittated by the day having trouble deciding whether it was to be sunny or cloudy. His light green hooves were quiet as he walked slowly, like he usually did in times like this. His days had grown long and boring since Tyler had gone off on her duty to find new minions and his minions were rather boring. They weren't raw, they were unable to be taught any new lessons in evil. His frown grew as he walked, he needed someone who could actually learn his ways.

He get his anger inside, as usual, letting his insides get as cold as winter snow felt. Oliver had not realized he had been walking with such a pace that soon he was presented infront of a mare. She was purple, her face having green swirls around it, also surronded by her legs. He blinked as he looked upon her, his charm was not on him today, he was in no mood to deal with those who could do him no work. He clicked his tongue, a bad habit he had formed as a child, his deep voice arising, "Hello, my lady." Another habit, calling Mares my lady whether he knew their names or not. His light green eyes took her in once more, she seemed to be just another delicate flower.

Oliver raised a brow, had the mare given him an atittude? He snorted quietly, she was brave for doing such a thing to a stallion who she did not know. He flicked his tail, watching her for a couple brief moments. The devious stallion had over looked the wings that were attached to her. She was very...purple. He had a knack for running into other soquili who were over taken by odd colors. He knew he had made her aggrivated, wanting to push this was his pleasure. He hadn't played games with anyone since old Tyler and him found that small foal. Olivers light green eyes traced the mare once more before he spoke.

"What a bitter tone, my dear." He clicked his tongue, this was always something that he knew bothered others. His eyes stayed cold, as he was, and he lowered his head down to the mare. He took in her bright purple colors, "Pretending to sleep is an awful tactic if you want others to leave you alone, my lady." He straightened his neck, his curl falling over his eye. He blew it away, how he hated this body he was given. The curls on his head, the devilish smile he had been given, his suprisingly seductive voice. He stepped away from the mare, she seemed to be weak so far, other than her boldness. His dry voice only came once more, "Whats the name, My Lady."

Oliver frowned deeper, his eyes growing cold, and his wanting to kill her was driving the stallion more mad than killing anything else in his world. Her voice trying to mock him wasn’t what pushed him over the edge, it was her excessive laughing. The stallions eyes darted to her, glaring back at what looked to him, but he wanted to keep his coy. She had a back bone, more than that, she had a stupid quirck that he wanted to ride before he left this little greeting. He shrugged, “If that’s what you want, my lady.” He was polite, but his voice was as dry and crude as it always remained. His face was dull as she spoke of her tactic, he nodded slowly. He didn’t say anything to her, for a brief moment he needed his emotions to sit inside his stomach, making him even colder. He flicked his tail, the seductive dry voice of his escaping ever so softly so that it would hit the mares ears just right, “Don’t want a cold blooded killer to come along and end your pretty little life, now do we?” He let the silence fill her thoughts, looking into her eyes as he waited for her response. His eyes were the only way to show emotions, his evil mentor Eviotil, said she could only see pure hate in them. His voice dry and cold had been this way since a child. In honesty he wanted nothing to do with this mare, but her intent to bug him made him interested in her. With a small bow, he announced, “Oliver Constantine Brochan. Known as the Kalona in a Regulars body…” he paused to look to her, “I do mean that."

Oliver raised a brow, she had no fear of him. This was a brave move and he somehow enjoyed this mare. She had shown him a sense of power, something she could actually bring to the table. He was not a smiler, he had no need to ever smile, but when he did most knew this was a bad sign. His calm face turned slightly to a smile, clicking his tongue as she got closer to his face and blew more hair over his eyes. He shook it out of the way, her stepping away from him just in what he believed was to keep her strength in case he attacked. So, he stepped closer, his devilsh smile creeping onto his face as his light green eyes swirled with evil ideas. He got even closer to her, putting his mouth towards her ear, his voice even darker and lower than before, “Come, take a walk with the devil, Sayoko.” When he looked back to her, his face was as calm and dull as it had been before. He turned and started walking, he would continue whether she came with him or not.

He starred at her, what was with this mare. His ears twitched as she followed him, he did not slow down so she could catch up. His mind began to spiral, he had never met a mare so defiant, so trying to be a big shot. His light green eyes swirled with hate, but he was still interested in how far she would push him. He could always kill her, she had quite the talk, but he imagined she had nothing more than a kick to keep predators away. Or the stallion could make her bleed just enough so that she died slowly before his eyes. He smiled in his mind about watching someone die, that was a joy of his. Oliver wasn’t the speaking type, but his voice rang out, “Sayoko, you have such a knack for bothering others. I’m surprised no one has tried to kill you yet.” His voice was rough, as he continued to walk. His eyes shot towards a bunny running across his line of vision. If only he hadn’t fed earlier. He stopped, looking at the mare, “One must learn when to stand down.”

Oliver straightened up, had she offered him a new challenge. He looked at her, she had to be kidding, she wasn’t suit enough to follow under his rule. He was ruthless, a cold-blooded killer, and she was only a flower. Her silence to his last question told him he had caught her attention. She could be evil, if he taught her his ways, got her to think like him. The strong stallion slowly circled her, good Sayoko even be taught. His eyes stayed cold, his face dull, he believed she was only a flower. His voice was low, “Teach you…” the tongue finished his breath. His eye got hard, “If you want to be a killer like me, than I suppose you’ll need to know how to manipulate someone.” He began to walk forward, slower than the last, “You listen to me, no argues, no wussing out, if I teach you something you use it.” He turned to her, “You do not go against my word, or you’ll never be a threat.” He felt his eyes stay on her longer than he wanted, shaking his head he moved at a faster pace, his cool stature being ruined by this mare. He drew in his emotions, letting them sink to the bottom of his stomach. His calm voice came back, “First, we can start with your tactics.” He turned to her, but this time his charming smile was on his face. He walked slowly with her, whispering in her ear. Oliver’s voice came out musical and soothing, “You’ve got beauty, why not rule in the ones with it?” His voice had become low, being his most handsome voice.

His eye twitched, she had touched him. Not only had she touched him, she nipped at his ear. He hated affection, he hated the touch of others, and it irritated him that she had been so bold to touch him. His frowned deepened, his voice cold and crude again, “Very good, but do not touch me.” He backed away, his face remaining unfazed as he looked to her. She was odd, with the appearance of a flower, but the instincts of a natural born seducer, he frowned again. He didn’t like her, but she intrigued him. She made him so angry and he wanted to kill her more than anything, but his body would let him. He’s teeth were clenched underneath his frown, her touch was still sitting on his skin. Oliver’s stomach was ice cold as he raised a brow to her. Who was she and where had she come from, he flicked his tail as he turned.
“Becoming a killer is harder than you think, my dear Sayoko.” She had no desire to become a killer, but if she was going to become a minion to Oliver, she would have to learn. He didn’t want anyone who couldn’t help him on a hunt by his side. He clicked his tongue walking towards her, than besides her, waiting for to move along next to him. His eyes stayed calm, what was it about this mare that made him interested. She possessed no power, no skills, nothing that he needed to take over the lands. She was just a mare, who he could teach to seduce. Maybe that is what he wanted, to just teach her how to be evil. He had been taught, why not be a mentor to someone else.