Risk thought he had smelt another in these parts. He approached to thankfully find her to be a fae. He approached somewhat cautiously, putting on his well-practiced "nice boy" guise, not knowing how this fae was. Now, what is a fine beauty like yourself doing all alone in these parts? Do you not have an escort? Risk asked sweetly, well or he pretended. His goal was to get this mare to come back to his herd, and possibly bear some of his foals. She looked strong, and her foals would be nice looking, he remarked to himself as he looked her over. Pardon myself, I am known as Risky Venture, but just Risk without all the unneccisary formalities. Risk said, nodding to the mare. He hoped she would not be much work.

This was turning to be easier than he thought. Anytime. Risk said nonchalantly, shrugging off the comment- it meant nothing to him unless he was given pleasure. She even asked to go with him- a treat he had never enjoyed before. He slowly, carefully approached the mare. I would be honored to be your guide... Risk crooned, massaging her neck gently. In one swift motion he took another bite out of his bloodmark on the inside of his forleg. With the blood on his teeth, he swiftly bit his customary flame-mark into the mare's upper shoulder-wither area. Biting through a bit to blood, he knew the marking took hold. After he knew it worked, his muscles bunched and he moved to the mare's rear.
Risk [force]bred Paint the Wind

Removing himself after he knew that the breeding was sufficent enough to impregnate the mare, he finally began to speak, his true nature covering up the nice facade he had played.
Now, my pretty, you will venture with me back to my lands, and become a member of my harem. Risk said, pushing the mare's rear towards his lands. Now, when will you foal? Risk said, uncaringly, knowing that if she did not foal this time, he could always breed again.

Risk nodded to the mare, she seemed naieve, yet willing to bear his foals. An interesting combonation. Interesting, but always welcome to Risk. She did avoid his question however, and it slightly annoyed the brute. I will ask again, when will you have your foal, or will I have to try again? Risk said, snapping ever so slightly as he uttered the words. This mare was interesting, but a mare nonetheless that will add to his harem. He wanted a filly, a strong one. He only desired one more colt, and that from his lead. Any other colts would be a challenge to his rule, and that of his heirs.