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Jarl walked towards the mare, a look of mingled amusement and curiousity fixed upon his face. While he knew little about this strange region, he doubted it was normal even here for mares to be hiding in the gloomy depths of caves. He studied the stranger as she stepped cautiously out of the cave, then froze at the sight of him. The young stallion chuckled softly, his dark eyes flashing with a sort of savage delight. "Baby, I refuse to believe that a cave is an ideal place for a princess like you." He hissed the words, making them slow and deliberate. While Jarl could be perfectly charming when he wished, he was also a bully. And this little mare seemed to be quite the perfect victim...}

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The mare's words perplexed Jarl. How could she possibly be willingly held captive? His dark eyes became distant as he considered the idea, but he could see no possible way for both of these things to be true. He blinked, shifting his focus back to the mare. "So the princess is a willing prisoner?" He queried, beginning to circle her slowly. He had noticed that the mare had relaxed slightly, and somehow this displeased him. He wanted to feel powerful, to see the whites of her eyes, and to watch her flinch away from him. For some twisted reason that Jarl couldn't put into words, he wanted this mare to fear him.

The stallion stepped closer to the mare, so that he could feel the heat of her body against his own. "Well, princess, maybe you picked the wrong day to escape." Jarl chuckled darkly, though his words were just empty threats. He wouldn't really harm her... Would he?</sup>

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Jarl nodded slowly at the mare's words, not really paying much attention. "I'm a slave mare." He heard her words as if from a distance, and although they surprised him, he tried not to show it. What sort of animal could allow themselves to be enslaved by another? He continued to observe the mare, watching as she backed away from him. Was she actually afraid of him? Jarl gave a low laugh, taking a confident step closer to the female, who was trembling - she really was afraid. This fear only deepened Jarl's desire to terrify her, and he found himself tormenting her once again.

"What's the matter, princess? Are you scared?" Jarl cackled with laughter, though he moved no closer to the young mare. "Do you really think I'd hurt you, baby?" Whether this was meant to console her or scare her further, even Jarl wasn't sure.</sup>

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"There's always a way out, princess..." Jarl muttered, his eyes never leaving the mare as she admitted to her fear, backing away from him as though cornered by a demon. He studied her somberly for a moment or two, then turned and walked a few steps away from the female. His slight movement left the mare enough room to flee if she wished - and although the young stallion still felt the overbearing desire to terrify the female, he had finally decided that enough was enough. "Come with me, baby," He whispered suddenly, his dark eyes unreadable. "Leave this place." He paused, chuckling under his breath. "I'll protect you from the things that go bump in the night." Jarl turned away, giving the female the choice. Surely he was the lesser of the two evils that the young mare faced?

OOC: Welcome back! :]
Excuse the rubbishness (is that even a word?) of this post; I can't breathe properly at the moment DX some kid puffed loads of smoke in my face, and I'm a little asthmatic.. Bad times. >.></sup>