Legesain galloped proudly into his home. He stopped in hsi tracks and looked around in disgust. The vast terrain seemed to hold only a few equines. Weak ones at that. What the hell had his sister been doing all this time? Where was his great herd of true darks? He snorted and tossed his cran. He would just have to pick the worthy from the non. There was a war to be planned. And this time, the cold wind of death shan`t ruffle his pelt.

He reared up and striked at the unending sky with `is fore daggers. He parted his librims and allowed a scream to be emitted from his vocals. A scream belonging only to one true dark. A scream that his old members, if there were any, would recognize as their true king. His thoughts flashed back to his sister and her king. He would kill the filth that tried to rule his kingdom so pitifully.

His thoughts suddenly returned to the femme he had brought here. She would be rewarded. Whatever she wished would be hers. After all he wouldn`t be standing here if she hadn`t summoned him. He awaited her presense patiently in a proud stance.

Kasumi galloped behind the king into his home. She slid to a stop a few feet behind him and looked around the terrain. Her gaze rested on the red devil once more. She was now thankful of Rebel to summon him back. The dread of him returning vanished. Towers were pressed back to her cran when he screamed. She stood behind him a few moments then she walked to his side. She nudged his shoulder gently then looked back out to the lands. This reminded her of her first herd.

Legesain felt the slight nudge on his shulder. His sense weren`t that dull to just realize she had came. It was because he had been thinking. Mostly about her funny enough. His pools traveled to her, taking in the sight of her bodice and facade slowly. He wanted to be able to remember her every line and curve. For later days. Days when horror were all that existed.

Librims streched slightly to reveal a half smile. His nape extended towards her slowly. He lipped her nape playfully before returning to his own space once more. He parted his librims slowly.

"I wanted to say thank you, if it weren`t you I wouldn`t be here...I wouldn`t be free."

He finished, his tone soft, only meant for her. He closed his librims slowly. He thought about the words he said. It didn`t mean much, surely not to her anyways. He could do better. He parted his librims once more.

"Therefore, anything you wish it shall be yours."

He said, his pools wandering from the landscape to her.

Her own orbs drifted over his crimson frame. She returned his half smile and tossed her crania up when he played with her black locks. She pressed her muzzle into his mane and nape taking a deep breath of his masculine scent. A strange feeling stirred inside her and she wondered if that was what all the other mares had been talking about.

Towers flickered upon hearing his words, though she kept her muzzle pressed to him. Whatever she wished? There were many things she could've said but only one thing drifted from her librims.

"The only thing I wish for is to reside here until my dying day."

Legesain was surprised when the femme made contact with his skin. He wondered slightly how he must feel to another equine. He was slightly colder than the average equine. Yes he was in mortal lands but he was still immortal. Part of him was still dead. He need not want breathe if he wished, but he would still live.

He enjoyed the warmth of the femme`s touch `pon his cold pelt. He smiled slightly and parted his librims.

"Then you may stay with me in these lands till your dying day."

He wished he could say our, maybe too bold for someone she just met but still he wished he could say it. Truth was he was just like a god now. He was here for eternity. His cran dipped low to her nape as he ran his maw against her warm flesh once more. A sudden thought popped into his dreambox. He raised his cran slowly to her sonar.

"What be your name?"

He whispered softly. In all the chaos of the morning he had forgotten to ask of her name. He knew once she gave it to him he would never forget it.

Though his pelt was colder then most it didn't bother her. Kasumi was glad he hadn't moved away from her, it was a bold move to make on the King but she didn't care. She smiled against his coat at his words. She wouldn't leave this place, rather him, even if another was trying to force her. She nuzzled him then took a step back to look at him. A small smile play 'pon her velvets and she spoke.

"Kasumi."

From th' shadows steps out a tall czar, 'is ashen grey pelt dull under th' midnight sky 'bove 'is crania. Keen, stormy pools pick out 'is way through th' darkness, even with th' absence o' th' silvery lune. Throwing 'is cerebrum 'e slows 'is paces as 'e recognises th' painted hellion afore 'im. 'e 'ad been happily grazing when 'is audits had picked up th' call, and, hearing th' power within that one call, 'e responded by heading 'ward it. Tossing 'is tangled banners 'e approaches th' crimson brute, somewhat apprehensively as 'e is still unsure as to whether 'e is still a spirit or not. Meeting th' hessian firey oculi, 'e straightens up, with no doubt now that th' spark o' life now once again burns brightly within 'im. Approached 'is cursed frame 'e bends a foreleg, and bows 'is curvature in a mark o' deep respect for th' stag.

M'Lord Legesain, 'e hisses, malicious lyricals holding a somewhat sarcastic humour within them.

Welcome back, 'e says wittily, giving 'im a slight smile afore turning 'is gaze to th' femme. Realising that Colton is not present within th' ever increasing band o' Cursed's, 'e throws 'is crown and screams for 'is presence, 'is call echoing o' th' desolate treetops.

He smiled as her anme reached his cursed sonar. His librims parted slowly to repeated the dove`s name. Her name was a prayer alone. He gazed at her beautiful facade with warm pools. His gaze was diverted as he sensed another coming.

Not long after a dark czar appeared. He leaned close to Legesain, in what appeared to be some sort of inspection. The hellion parted his librims and Legesain then heard the other`s curses flow to his sonar. He gave one last look at Kusami before giving Thunder his attention. He tipped his cran in response to the other`s welcoming.

"Aye and it has been a while. Are all the lands like this now?"

He hissed his tone was tainted with a bit of disappointment. When he left the dark lands had been growing, now it seemed like many had deserted them instead.

Kasumi smiled as her name rolled off his tongue, he hadn't said it with hate nor anger like every other. She extended her nape and nuzzled his cheek before pulling back. Sensing the presence of another, subconsciously she stepped closer to Legesain. She looked to the ashen hued beast and tipped her crown to him. She did not know of his rank in this herd but she showed respect to him anyway. She looked to Legesain from the corner of her eye before icy blues gazed back 'pon the grey beast.

The painted hellion watches closely as the wench standing aside Legesain tips her crown to him; he dips his politely back, not really having a clue whom the bruja is. Returning his attentions to Legesain as he picks up the lyrics streaming from the brute chords, the Lord rolls his orbs as the hellion asks about the lands. This is something he has grown increasingly frustrated about during the past few months, for all the s called 'Curseds' he has met during the year of Legesain's absence have been naught but imitations of what he calls a real Shadowed One. It seems that pure Cursed blood runs thin nowadays, with many of the old families keeping to themselves, with no heir to carry on their legacy. Thunder snorts softly as he thinks of his own family, flourishing and growing into fine examples of Cursed Ones, something he is immensely proud of. Realising that he has not yet answered the brujo, the two-tone hellions parts his painted librims and speaks to the brute in cold tones, although there is a hint of politeness that laces them also.

"Aye, I am afraid so. The old blood of real Cursed's is dwindling, and much of the filth that walk these lands don't even deserve the name 'equine', he says in a harsh way, his firey orbs holding a sarcastic spark inside their stormy depths. Smirking slighty, Thunder looks upon the brujo and parts his librms to speak again.

"Sun-kissing scum would perhaps be a more appropriate title, he says wittily, a deeper meaning hidden in his words than just the increbible drop in true Cursed's. He is referring to the growth of the bloody sun-kissers, for as pathetic and irritating as they may be, there is no doubt that they are growing is numbers, perhaps beginning to rival the numbers of the Torn, but nowhere nearing the Shadowed Ones. Watching Legesain closely, the Lord Thunder awaits a reaction or a response from the brute, tapping a flint idly in an attempt to occupy himself why he waits. [.x.]