<: A shadow pelted equine with a silver soul sped silently though the night, white daggers softly piercin' the pale sand, flingin' small sprays 'hind them. Strong musucles force the black lightin' though the air, chocolate tassels defing gravity as they soared through the chilly night gases. 'bove the full moon rode high in the velvet sky, like a great dappled orb. The equine slowed to halt, flingin' up fsallin' tassels an' swishin' a dancin' banner as the God reared, salutin' the moon in 'is joy at the world's everchangin' yet eternal beauty. 'e thudded softly to the earth 'gain an', snortin' turned 'wards the salty ocean, stridin' calmly 'wards it, 'is flints splashin' the liquid as it swirled 'round 'is knees an' hocks. 'e breathed 'in, revelin' in the rememberance of 'is mortal days, when 'e 'ad found 'is glorious mate an' claimed the terra that was now 'is son's. 'e lived the life of an immortal God, forever with 'is chosen beloved yet it pleased 'im that they could still 'ave the joys mortality could bring:>

[.x.] Th' dying celestia covers th' terrain in a warm amber glow, casting dark shadows 'pon th' geo. A pale blue firnament is adorned by th' rising o' a dappled orb - shining sliver 'pon th' rippling ocean surface. Waves break in a gentle sweep 'pon th' shoreline, creating a darker pigmented stripe, contrasting 'gainst th' soft buillon tones o' th' upper beach. A salty breeze murmurs softly as its rushes through th' emerald palms, disturbing th' golden sand particles. A dappled figurine wades slowly through th' crystalline waters, ripples flowing in a gentle curvating arc from 'is frame. Nares take in th' sharp, salty air, pillars navigate expertly 'cross th' ocean bed. Th' sodden tips o' 'is banner drip salty liquid down 'is blades, winding down to merge with th' ocean once more. Exiting from th' salty waters, th' brujo shakes violently, loosing droplets from 'is sodden form. Beginning 'is walk down th' seemingly deserted beach, 'e stops for a moment throws 'is crown to th' infinite firnament, th' inky canvas dappled with million of stars, there for an eternity past, and an eternity to come. A smile pulls at th' corners o' th' czar's librims, and 'e dips 'is crown to whom 'e belives to be all th' fallen leaders o' all races, laid to rest where they can watch o'er and guide all those struggling with mortal troubles.

Th' King Forever Autumn steps silently o'er th' golden particles, now silver under th' lune-light. 'is flint-falls make shallow, cresent shaped imprints into th' soft topography, and 'e takes deep lunfuls o' th' salty air 'e smiles as it refreshes 'im, and awakens 'im from 'is idle daydreaming. As 'e stares out into th' boundless oceans, 'e thinks o' Iccinia, th' warrioress who 'as so recently captivated 'im. Feeling a shiver run through 'im o' a strange emotion 'e cannot quite name, 'is trained harks flicker, and 'is auburn pools whip round as 'e becomes aware o' another presence near 'im. Pools run o'er th' fire-stained brujo's frame, and, puzzled to 'is identity, 'e takes a few steps nearer, crown raised high warily, until 'e suddenly realises 'tis th' Torn God. Not wishing to initiate conversation with th' brujo, 'e places 'imself in clear pool view o' th' immortal, and folds 'is pillars under 'im to set 'imself down 'pon th' cooling sod. Shivering slightly as th' chilled particles pass on their night-time iciness, 'e rests 'is crown on 'is pillars and lids 'is pools, dozing under th' moonlight, but all 'is other senses, bar 'is sight, keeping alert for approaching equines. [.x.]

<:'e pauses in 'is joyus dance through the surf as 'e senses orbs upon 'im for only a moment an' casts 'is gaze to the dozin' czar, reconisin' 'im as young King Autumn. An amused snort escapes 'is velvet lips as 'e tosses 'is dial, archin' 'is cran. 'e steps on, 'is prancin' gait quickly slippin' into a smooth boundin' motion as 'e lept through the waves, further out until 'is chest was tinglin' with the icy bite of the water crashin' against 'is warm chest, 'is audits stretched 'ward eagerly. 'e turned an' raced alongside the sliver sand, crashin' 'is way through the waves joyusly, finally venturin' from the cool depths on to the shore, 'is frame dyed deepest black by the sand an' moon. Tambowus shook 'is sodden tassels from 'is bodice, clear droplets flyin' from 'im an' bent 'is long fore and hind stakes, rollin' onto 'is side an' kickin' 'is pillars in the air, sand followin' the water droplets. 'e then lifted 'is sand-coated bulk from the grains and gazed about 'im, banner swishin', with a contented sigh, despite the splendid energy bound up inside 'im:>

[.x.] Opening one hazel orb lazily, the dappled equine looks out the boundless oceans, and the faint amber sunset that is spilling down onto the world below. Bathed in the dying light of the celestia, Autumn rises to his flints; his tassels tumble down his curavture in a strangely handsome way as orbs caress the sorrel-painted immortal. Returning his attentions to the heavens, Autumn gazes intently at the star which is now directly above him, and to all the others that litter the ever-darkening indigo firnament. Orbs seek out all their constellations, smile graces his features as he remebers all the times he and Dancer used to gaze at the stars upon the the summit of Silverstream Moutain, in the stillest time of the night; the twilight hour. Suddenly, tears threaten him as the past consumes both his emotions and his thoughts.

Gaze once again drops to the sorrel czar, now bounding through the oceans like a young coltine. An amused smile blesses the young Kings visage, and for a moment he is tempted to join the burgundy immortal. But he restrains, and slowly begins to travel down the moon-drenched beach, the sand dappled silver under the lune-lights. Soft flint-falls create prints of the mascs slow path down the sandy expanse - and as the King nears Tambowus he slows down even more, in fact his daggers halt as gaze is turned to the immortal czars frame. Autumn dips his dial in respect, smiling pleasantly, not knowing how the God feels about the Torns alliance with the Shadowed Ones. But, always one to show proper respect for his elders, Autumn parts his librims for a soft greeting to the czar, the stillness of the beach barely disturbed by his soft vocals.

"'Lo Tambowus, says Autumn, debating how to properly address the czar, as the rojo czar is not his God. Finally settling on using the immortals charming as his title, Autumn halts, unsure whether or not Tambowus wishes to continue with their dialogue. [.x.]

<:Audits fly up an' toward Autumn as 'e swings 'is box 'round 'ward the steed until twin orbs lighted upon 'is silver frame, welcomin' almost a greetin' in itself. 'e dipped 'is dial to 'im a smile apearin' as 'e did so.:>
Greetings King Autumn! How be ye this glorious night?
<:'e asked, swingin' 'is 'indquaters 'round, gains swishin', so 'e can watch the king with comfort:>

[.x.]"As well as one can be when he is the prime target of Legesain," Autumn says, orbs twinkling micheviously as he smiles at the czar. Slightly suprised by how much the masc seems to be at ease around him, the King takes a step closer to the czar, vowing to just forget about their alliances for the moment, and talk to an equine without worrying about the consequences of his actions.

"And ye?" prompts Autumn, pillars splashing through the boundless ocean toward the czar. A cool breeze whistles round him, ruffling his banners. Looking out toward the oceans, whereon the dappled orb that is the moon shines silver in a graceful arc, the leaden brujo admires the idyllic sight afore him. Gaze turns to the heavens, where millions of iridescent stars pattern the inky canvas that is the night sky. Swishing his silken flag to rid himself of an airborne pest, Autumn watches the czar carefully, awaiting his reply. [.x.]

OOC: Sorry its short... i'm just trying to reply to thing ^^

[OCC- Okay, i'll spend time doing this then]

<:'e prances then pity for Autumn's dilema an' smiles sadly. Legesain was ment to be a carcass, slayed by the noble steed 'fore 'im:>
Ahh, thy greive for ye troubles. And thy am feeling wonderful, as of course, ye could see
<:Shakin' 'is arch vigorously, 'e grins delightedly. Minickin' the King's earlier 'e thoughs up 'is box an' stares up, admiroration etched over 'is visage as 'e absorbs the enchantin' sight:>
Beautiful...
<:'e mutters then lowers 'is orbs to alight upon the silver czar, studin' 'im for a moment, one poolbrow rised 'fore 'e smiles 'gain.:>
So, how goes ye reign 'sides that little draw back or is that not for thy audits?
<:'e asks genuinly curious as 'e 'adnt spent much time listernin' to messed up waffle. It would be interestin' to exchange lyrics with a stag in the thick of things, or maybe Autumn 'ad somethig else on 'is mind:>

[.x.] Noticing the immortal smile at his lyricals, Autumn too smiles sadly, banners oscuring his cerebrum partially as they are swept away from their normal position by the chilly night-time wind. Contended smile plays upon librims as he sees that at least one brujo in the lands is enjoying himself - contrary to Autumn. Nodding his cerebrum happily in agreement with the deity's admirings of the dappled heavens, Autumn throws his crown up to look once more at the stars, afore bringing his gaze downward to observe Tambowus once more. Elegant towers prick attentively as the immortal speaks again, disbelief coming to mind at the genuine amicable ways of the czar toward him. Snorting in humour at the czars remark, he wonders where to begin. Parting his librims, the alabaster sovereign takes a lungful of the salty breeze and brings his chords into action, loosing vocls to answer the brujo.

"Aside from the fact the Torn is allied with the Cursed and the Sacreds are outnumbered, our Lord has turned traitor, my sib admitting she was 'involved' with Legesain afore his death, me being too scared to admit my true feelings for a warrioress, and nobody seeming to take me seriously? Just fine, thank ye." Autumn answers softly, smiling wistfully at the God. Suddenly he realises what he has said about Ice and his feelings for her, and feels a cold pit of embarassment form at the bottom of his stomach. It was bad enough to live the knowledge he did not have the courage to tell her of his affections, but even worse to know that another knew of his affections besides he. [.x.]

<:'e snorts an' rolls 'is orbs good naturedly, then laughs:>
Old and new reports! Some of the new very interesting.
<:'e enjoyed 'is smile and the spark in 'is pools 'fore 'is expression soured slightly:>
The part about the Torns was what I managed to find out second hand and from "listening'". It would seem that the Torn have shunned me and my mate from commenting before they make their decisions. <:'e clicked 'is tongue:> I had to visit my son to scape other news of Moon's doings. Now nearly my whole family's closely involed. But, still, its been peaceful!

<:The immortal brightened, not wishin' to brood on that knowage. Gazed at the sea for a moment then, looked at Autumn sideways, a smile creasin' 'is maw 'gain:>
Sooo...finally taking closer interest in the belles are we?
<:'e whickered slyly, turnin' 'is visage to gaze straight at the King, audits 'ward in friendly teasin'.:>

[OCC-....Gwad I dont shut up! Sorry

OOC: hehe... dont worry, this thread is getting rather intersting xD

[.x.] Autumn whickers good-naturedly and too smiles as the God laughs, and listens with growing interest at the fact that Blue Moon had not consulted his God afore agreeing to ally with the Curseds. Embarassed gaze is cast downwards as the deity mentions his infatuation. Feeling heat rush into his cerebrum, the silver-pelted masc prays that he has not make himself look a fool. Amused smile creeps into librims as he realises the immortal is only teasing.

"Not really..." he sighs wistfully, meeting the Gods gaze. "She is my only warrioress, and I... well... you know, but I fear of telling her. I dont want to be distracted and fail my alliance just because I got involved with her. I also fear for her safety if Legesain knew of us." he explains, feeling more and more dejected as he continues his vocals. Sighing sadly he looks once more at the deity.

"There is no way we can be together," [.x.]

[OCC: Yeah, I am tattle taling on my own allience.*bangs head on table*. Are they ment to be tragic lovers?This gonna be horrid]

<:'e nudged Autumn softly:>
How can ye fail yer allience by choosin' yer love? Tis only natural and any stag who thinks ye have failed is a pile of dung!
<:'e snorted vermently, tossin' 'is box to impress it.:>
Is any truely safe from death and danger in these times? I am not sayin' ye should rush into anything but unless ye are willing to wait for eternity for danger from the darks to pass, keep her close until a time does come when their is time to live, to take her as yer own.
<:'e knew it would sound strange comin' from 'is velvets since 'e lived in peace with Queen but 'e was still vunrable to flesh injuries and 'e thought that the King should not be denied the happyness Red and Queen had brought 'im:>

The enchantress wandered silently amongst the golden beach. Her iron flints pawing the terrain as the waves washed up against her pistons. The salt soothed her toned muscles vehemtnantly and her dial was left to hang solemnly in front of her, relaxing with the cooling scent of the ocean and the gentle breeze that rushed against her bodice. Her pace was slow and nonchalant, her flame-thrown hue glittering as flecks of foam and water splattered it's smooth glow. The dish of her sweet cran was marked by the ivory blaze which caught the stars pastel light that floundered above her tiara. Lids of the femme closed slowly in a lazily content way, slower and slower her pace slackened until she was yet to move and simply stood against the surf's waves wallowing in the salty breeze.

Suddenly, a wave crashed up against her lowered dial filling her nares with a salty sting. She flung her tiara upward snorting as she jumped forward in a smooth knee-raising two-beat against the tide. For a moment the fire flowed with the azul, until she stopped beneath the shelter of the clouded stars and the darkened indigo sky above. Careful to the honest truth of the beholding fate of the heaven's life she snorted the salt from inside her nares. Her auds pricked forward, once lazy not she swung forward into a three-beat, running with the waves of the ocean, soaring with the seaguls in the night, racing the clouds as the sun fell, and a new turn of the world began. Her dance was concluded as the sound of voices and the presence of their figured caught her in her progress. But she need not have stopped, it was only Tambowus her beloved mate, and the Sacred king, Forever Autumn.

The vix found it to be rude to intrude upon the conversation, yet her hue was too vivid and her pistons had surely been heard. Was it wise to walk away, or approach them, therefore she attempted the latter and walked slowly up to the pair. Catching the last bit of the king's lyrics and that of Tambowus's reply, she parted her librims. "Would you follow the path of something else should a lover be in peril? Would you leave her be should the fate of your alliance be in the hands of your decision? Would you let her die just to allow you to save the path of your kinship? Only the foolhardy would say yes, should this be the way of your mind follow it, but to know the answer to what you seek of all the wisdom and knowledge you keep you should understand where to find the true answer to what you seek. Keep those that are dear close, the peace shall not last much longer." Said the enchantress quietly to the king.

She stood beside Tambowus for she knew before she spoke he recoginized her. How could he not? Queen let her orbs rest on the king a second longer 'fore she turned to Tambowus, her pools gently and loving as she dipped her dial in a simply nod to him, "'Lo Tambowus." The she turned towards the king also giving him the same greeting as that she had given Tambow, "'Lo Forever Autumn." Although the king was younger than she by many years it was not hard to see how great of a king he was. If only Moon hadn't sided with the Shadows the Torn alliance would have been safe with the Sacreds. Certainly they, the Gods, could have become allies with the Sacreds, since already the meeting between Tambow and the king had already aroused, it was plain to see the affect it could have brought on their fate.

ooc- I know I just kind of barged in and sorry, but I only have like 2 posts open and I think I need more. lol, besides, I don't think you mind too much...right?

OCC-Tambowus is delighted an' your better at explaining what langueage I am speakin'.lol.

'e watched 'er with delight an' nudged 'er softly in reply, smilin' once more at 'er previous lyrics.
Lo my lady Queen, I am glad to gaze upon ye 'gain.
'e returned, then looked at Autumn, sharin' 'im in 'is smile, pale ivories shinin' 'hind 'is midnight velvets. A rabi rippled 'is chocolate tendrils, 'is pelt seemin' to melt an' change to silk 'sides 'er mate as 'e breathed in the salt scented air, waitin' for Forever Autumn's reaction to their advice. 'e knew 'e who always follow Tiger Queen's last sentence an' always was a long time for 'im. 'e never wanted to lose 'er or 'er heart, it would be like toture to 'im 'e though, glancin' at the Goddess.

OOC- That was me too. Just so you know.lol

[.x.] Grateful smile graces the King's visage as Tambowus gives his advice. Cerebrum is moved in a downward, and then upward motion to agree with the God's vocals. Librims are parted to reply, but his keen audits catch the flint-falls of a belle of unknown identity before he has a chance to loose his lyricals. Noting the bruja's fire-stained hue, and the fact that Tambowus seems to recognise her, Autumn deducts that this be the Torn Goddess, of whom he has never laid orbs on afore. Fore pillar is extended, cerebrum lowered to the sod in a respectful greeting to the belle. Smiling happily as he considers the duo's obvious infinite love for the other, sonar flickers to catch the soothing lyricals of Tiger Queen. As she finishes, he is left with a feeling of what to do. He will find Ice, and tell her of his infatuation, and pray to all the known Gods she will share his love.

The Goddess is right; life is too short to withold love for another, as if tomorrow Ice has never awoken from her slumber, he would be forever torutured by the fact she never knew of his affections. Crown is dipped once more to the Goddess in deep gratitude, librims part to reply to her greeting.

"'Lo Tiger Queen, and may I thank ye for yer words; they have helped me more than anything." he says happily, meeting the Goddesses wise pools and smiling once again. [.x.]

The minx reached out her fire-stained mug to nudge Tambowus softly. Deep pools fond of his every feature and word. Yet she did not answer him it was clear how she appreciated his vocals, some would think had little meaning, yet of all, she knew him best, every word was inciteful with precise meaning, only few would look deep enough into his lyrics to find their true meaning. Perhaps it was the same with her, many had figured her rather imperative as every word she spoke had hidden meaning, every simple and delecately spoken song distinct in its meaning. The Goddess' audits flickered as she heard the King's responce, looking back at him she smiled gently. Yes he was intrigingly wise, though she could tell by his lyrics he thought the same of her, one could not be as unpredictable as he. He listened. He listened and responded, understanding what she spoke of and finding the hidden meaning.

Might I say I am rather surprised of your hardship Autumn, I thought one of your stature would have realized the need for companionship besides your sib Moonlight Dancer. Though she is indeed close to you, only true love runs deeper than blood relation and is imperative as a meaning to gone on, a meaning to live for more than fighting a war or ruling a land. Love makes all the difference to what you do, your actions are paused as you consider the results of your actions. Indeed love is delecate, for those who are known of high power are always stripped of what they love most. Yet that is simply because they forget the possibilities and ignore what has always been their. Don't forget her or leave her alone, may your bodies not be always together don't lose her in your heart.

The Torn vix told the brujo serenly. Casting her soft pools gently in his direction, not meant as a lecture, more advice. Surprising though it was that she did this. Their Alliance was supposedly in line with the Shadows, though had she been included in this decision now she would have easily chosen to be allied with the Sacreds. Though their King indeed was young and inexperienced he had the heart that one needed, and that went far more than ability and fighting strength.

[.x.] Pools are cast downwards softly as she speaks, observing the topography with passive interest. Sighing slightly, he knows what she says is true. He does need one to share his troubles with aside Dancer, but for the love of the Gods he cannot think of any others aside Ice. Smiling slightly, he notices the similarities between him and Dancer's foalhood and their adult lives now. When they were bantles, Dancer had always been the adventurous one, always the loudest and the bossiest, whereas he had been the quiet one, the one that could sit in silence for hours pondering something. Nothing had really changed now they were older. Dancer was off goodness knows where with her love and bantle, whereas he was still stuck at Silverstream on his own, with no companionship aside from the polite greetings of other equines.

But, even though he yearns for Ice's companionship, he can never have it. Those few words she said to him at the meeting place, the way he was forced to order her around like she was nothing but a mere pawn to do his bidding, and the way it was the most painful thing he had ever had to do. It may be true, what the Goddess has said, but none of it made sense if she didn't actually love him in return. [.x.]

The enchantress watched Autumn silently, surveying him through wisened abmer optics. Blinking gently, ebon lashes flickering with every blink. A flick of her banner signaled a new thought, as her tiara rose further towards the heavens once the czar nodded towards the geo. Yet the minx was not surprised, his wistful language was clear, increasing her surprise for his undoubtful dilema. Cerebrum tipped slightly, lines of the Arabian dishes out her maw, she studied him as he thought. Clear to what he was considering, such a poor brujo. Through all the compassion he showed for this vix, he doubted her love for him. His dilema could only be the cause of lack of adventure. He sought out the quiet days, passing the hours in silent seclusion, simply pondering upon a simple matter. The rays of the sun's light beamed upon her crimson hue, igniting it in a firey wave of scarlett flame. As her banner flickered again, its glimmer was caught in the sun, starting the reflection of northen lights beneath it. Flawlessly opening her maw again she inquired softly. Each lyrics delecate and pure with evening kindness.

You think she does not show the love you have for her in return, but how will you ever know, if you never take the chance to find out?

The minx's soft and stable request flowed through the heaven's like the ripples across the evening ocean. Gentle and pure, every particle of equal liking of Autum plain in her oculars. It was the liking of a decent friendship, nothing more. How could there be? When her heart had already been stolen by another?

[.x.] The pale golden sun rises from over the soft azure horizon, casting the first glimmers of its light onto the terrain. Slowly, and elegantly, it throws its life-giving rays upon the entire beach, illuminating the previously inky dark surroundings. Autumn watches all this in wonder, seeing how, when everything seems black, and you think that daylight will never come again, the light always shines through the darkness in the end.Throwing his flowing banners from his amber optics, Autumn looks at the Goddess questioningly, listening to her wise words in silence. Tipping his finely features cran to one side as he thinks about her words, the dapples czar smiles softly, a flicker of his intentions showing onto his visage. He will tell Ice of his love for her, and pray that the heavens will look down on him and allow her to feel the same about him. If she doesn't feel the same... well that doesn't bear thinking about. He is sure that once, when he was in the Mountains, and caught her eyes for a moment, there was something shining within their azure depths that was more then friendship or respect.

Smiling gently at the immortal vix, that one smile encompassing all his gratitude and respect for her, Autumn dips his crown gently to both of the equines, and parts his librims to speak the duo.

"Thank you," he says quietly, casting his gaze downards after saying those two words, suddenly feeling rather shy in the presence of such wise and revered equines. When he finally does pluck up the courage to speak to them again, his tones have lost that regretful quality, and are now bouncy and full of life, a shadow of the Autumn that had just spoken.

"Well you must be tired of me by now. How are things with you two?" he asks light-heartedly, allowing his true self to shine through, somewhat exilharated by the dawning of a new day, and the dawning of a new goal in his life. [.x.]

Tambowus smiled and turned 'is crown to 'is beloved at the question, awed by the beauty of 'is mate and 'er perfect temperment, proud of 'er achivements and wisedom. 'e would die if 'he ever regetted 'im and 'is adoring love for 'er. 'e turned back to the young King Autumn.
"Well I dont know about the lovely goddess here but I have been ensnared by this enchantress from the day we met. I am still glad that 'he did not turn away a boisterous know-it-all young stag and chose me from all those respectable suitors. I bet their still waiting too, worshipping their favorite goddess."
'e grinned at Autumn, a sparkle or memories in 'is large pools, nudging Queen softly with love. A remember old saying slipped from 'is lips.
"The whole world moves for love, the world gazes in awe at it's power. It should never be underestimated."
'e smiled, 'is crazy good humor still in place, as always.

OOC: Last sentence sounds just like me. Crazy. lol