Along Comes the Fox

[bambi]

"I said, 'get lost!'"

The fragile looking mare snarled, her oddly girlish voice now dripping with malice. She pivoted with the speed and grace of a fawn, her legs which only a moment ago looked so frail were now bulging with masses of muscle. A chuckle rumbled deeply from within his body, managing to somehow sound both amused and sinister. Her threatening action seemed to bother him little, and if anything he became more confident. It almost seemed to encourage him, as every other response he recieved from the mare, no matter how vague or insignificant, did. How long had it been now? The bay femme had been alerted of his presence nearly twenty minutes ago, thanks to her keen and always alert senses. Foolishly, he had followed the lone mare, keeping to the shadows and remaining visibly hidden with the help of surrounding red foilage. He thought himself to be clever. What a supreme stroke of genius, a simply natural spy! However, in his "well" thought out calculations, he made one big mistake--he showed up. Realize, she did not see or hear him. There was no soft snapping of fallen twig under his perfectly rounded hooves and it was virtually impossibly to see the stag's flame licked coat against the matching trees. She had remembered his smell. This was not the first time they met and among many other unpleasentries his smell was one she recalled well. It did not smell of blood, death nor decay--this would have rather been appealing to the flesh-eating mare, and the situation would be quite backwards. It was sweet. Sickeningly sweet. All this time, he had not ventured too closely to the testy mare. Until now. Her powerful hindquarters swung her curvy bodice around, aiming themselves at this persistant foe which she had both skillfully and swiftly placed directly in their range. Her words evoked from him a hearty round of velvety laughter, as if he were joking with an old friend. The bay mare couldn't recall a time in her life when he didn't show up from time to time, but friends they have never been. He was her tormenter. Her pursuer. Her stalker. Her constant reminder of who and what she was. He was her own personal demon with an infinite amount of time on his hands and nothing better to do with it. He had no name. He was just...He. Grinning coyly, He took a step nearer, leaning closer despite the powerful hindquarters that visibly itched to wreak havoc upon him. The mare's sides heaved as she gulped in the mettalic scented air, her breathing rate caused both by her journey to this land which mysteriously called to her and the thing standing behind her. Getting closer. That horribly sweet smelling odor filled her nostrils and it's strength only grew. Nares flared wide and exposed a pale pink color, dark eyes rolling to show white. He touched her side lightly with his muzzle, causing the mare to shiver uncontrolably at his touch. His lips moved along her side as he spoke, causing a tickling sensation:

"As you wish."

With surprising force, power and, most notably, vicousness, the petite bay mare released the great amount of tension that she had built up in the strong, hard muscles along her backside, and kicked out straight in her pursuer's broad chest. In her panicked frenzy, she could feel her daggers sink deeply into his flesh and feel his warmth. Flecks of what could only be his red, red blood tickled against her flanks as they splattered against her bronze body. Or at least she was convinced it was so.Had she not warned him? Had she not given him sufice amount of chances to turn around and make his way home? Or find some other poor lowly creature to harass? Snorting defiantly, she tossed her finely chiseled head, forelock drooping in her eyes. She was Vulpes Volopes, and not one to be trifled with. For years this little game had been going on, and this time she would bring an end to it.The mare's neck snaked around to look upon what she expected would be his tattered and torn body with cruelty shining brightly in her large eyes, delicate auds now pinned neatly back upon her head. In such a reptilian-like action, she resembled very much a serpent of some sort, an outstanding contrast from her usual appearence in which she looked young, a little on the splindly side, and inquisitive. It was something one would have to see to believe, but even then may have trouble accepting it. For being a carnivorious mare, Vulpes Volopes was generally not aggressive. Aside from the hunt and the occasional arguements, she was a rather calm mare. But should you provoke her to the point that she sees violence is the only way to properly teach you a lesson you won't forget, she will do anything and everything in her power to see that you leave, or fall, educated. However, He was an expert in bringing out this side of her. After all, it was what He wanted. And He always got what He wanted.

_"...."

Soft maw, like ebony velvet, hung open as she tried to speak, tried to make sense of the situation before her. Desperately, she searched for words but none came. Always one for words, Vulpes Volopes now stood completely speechless. Beyond baffled, she turned to face where He should have been standing...where He was standing. But He wasn't there. A tree stood in his place, sporting two large hoof prints and missing several large pieces of it's wide trunk. But how...? Had He possibly...dodged it? No, it was impossible. He'd never done so before. Why take all the other abuse and dodge her attack only now? That couldn't be...could it? Had she underestimated him? What other explanation was there? If that was so...Quickly she turned around, brow narrowed and orbs greedily drinking in every tree, every rock, every crevice in the surrounding area. He had to be there somewhere, and she would find him. He hadn't left; He never leaves...He just liked to make her think so. Cautiously, she backed up against the tree's wide base, so that a surprise attack from behind was less likely. Her breathing had slowed but her thoughts had not. Chocolately eyes darted back and forth, back and forth, looking for the slightest giveaway of his location. She had to find him. Not only to finish what He had started, this never ending mind game of his, but to settle her now buzzing, overwhelmed mind. She continued her search, her bay body now alight with a sheen of sweat that glistened over her short coat, veins branching off through her legs that seemed to spread like wildfire. Silence. A gentle breeze picked up, ruffling through the fiery leaves for a moment before dying away. Vulpes Volopes remained against the tree, body completely tensed and poised for anything. Minutes passed. It felt like hours.

Nothing. There was nothing here.

_{She was completely alone.}