Chasms gazed at the land before her. What was this place? Everything was so different. But of course, things would be different now. No longer in the light land. Things had become more twisted and sinister. Her last time in the dark land was when she was only three. She was now six. Alot had changed, including her. She wasn't the same femme any longer.

Her heart was breaking with each step she took. It was hard to leave her love and only son. But they needed a better life. A life that most Lights lived. Not a twisted curropted one. She knew they would be better. By the time they noticed her gone, it would be too late. Even if they wanted to run after her, she would be in another land. They wouldn't know where to look.

She began her descend down into the terrian. Dead foliage crunching under the phantom demoness's weight. A fog covers the area so that becomes hard to see far away. Harks flickered trying to catch the sounds around her. Daggers left imprints in the moist sod as she continued on walking. She thought about going to see her long time friend Rebel. It had been so long since then. Surely Rebel had a family to take care of and didn't need the burdon of her.

Walking the femme enter these lands, the dusty stag snorted. His orbs shone red, his coat not the blooded colour of that of his brothers, but the colour of the dust under his hooves. Stepping silently forward he breathed in the scent of the wench. He eyed her hungrily. These were his first time in these desolate lands. Struggling to control himself he stood for only a second, watching and waiting.

The demoness continued to move through the foggy lands. She hated not seeing where she was headed. Not that it really mattered where she was going. She was running away, something cowards did. Maybe she was just scared for her Lord. If he didn't return from battle, well she couldn't bare to live. So if she wasn't in her homeland, she wouldn't know what had happened, if he lived or died. That was the one thing keeping her going.

Her pillars came to a halt near the edge of a forest. Should she venture in? She wasn't sure. Closing her orbs for a moment, she collected her courage. With a toss of her cran she moved forward into the forest. Over the years, she had heard stories of mares being forced to bare other beasts burdens. She didn't want to be one of the helpless mares. The quicker she got out of this forest, the better. Orbs scanned their surrondings every so often, making sure there wasn't a brute lurking near. She was quickfooted, if she got into trouble, hopefully that could save her.

the scent of the femme intoxicated the brute, sending his head spinning. Snorting with desire the demon pawed the ground before launching from his hiding place. His strong pillars carried him swiftly towards the wench. He sneered as he came to her rump and thurst himself upon her bodice.
His pillars clamped around her belly, squashing the air from her lungs as his ivories found flesh on her shoulder.
Emmiting a demonic laugh that even suprised himself he whispered into her auds.
Are you ready?
he bit her harshly on the cheek , drawing blood and reminding her too answer correctly.

The air was knocked out of the demoness from the sudden force. Towers pinned back as the beasts weight was settled upon her back. She tried to lunge forward but couldn't throw the brute off. Lifting a hind hoof she kicked out at his back pillars. She knew Darks didn't feel guilty and the only way to win was to fight fire with fire.

"I'll never be ready for scum like you."

Cold lyrics spilled from the vixen. She hissed as his ivories dug into her flesh. Swinging her head around to her side, she bared her ivories aiming to clamp onto his front pillar. Feeling something settle between her teeth, she qickly ripped whatever she grabbed a hold of, hopefully hurting the beast.

"Get off me bastard before you regret this."

as the wenches ivories sunk into Beast's fore pillar he growled, tighening his grasp on the wenches' neck. At her words he bit deeper, as sneered as the warm crimson liquid ran over his mug.
Wht had he become, his father? his brother? what did it matter at this point? beast snarled again and released her neck for a moment, clamping harder on her stomach to keep her steady.
I do not know regret. he snarled agnrily, he paused for a moment before roughly forcing aside her banner and plunging deep inside her warm caverns.
For a moment he paused, waiting for the wenches reaction - seeing if she had the spirit to fight a battle she had already lost.

Midnight shook her neck as the beast tightened his grasp. She brought her crown around again and tried biting him again. Feeling his pillars curl around her tighter she tried to lunge forward once more.
As he forced himself in her, she snarled but didn't give him the satisfaction of giving him a reaction. She knew not to. He would only enjoy it more. If she stayed silent and cold, he wouldn't know inside she was breaking down. This was devastating. To be forced to bare a bastard. Not caring a foal of the one you loved, but of some other b.astard brute.

You will.

She snapped. She had given up the fight, no way was she going to win. She knew it too. There was some hope left in her, hoping Illishar would somehow heroically show up and kill the beast on top of her. But even if he went looking for her, he'd never come here for her. He wouldn't think she'd be in such a place like this. She couldn't blame him either. She'd ran off to let her family live in peace with the lights. One wrong turn and here she was. Midnight wanted to rip apart the b.astard who had mounted her. She thought about what she could do. All she could think was that he better have good dodging skills once he was finished.

A growl from the depths of his throat emerged as the wench showed no reaction. The brute's ivories clamped harder on her neck before committing the deed.
Snorting slightly as his seed flooded through her, Beast released her neck, but made no movement to release her bodice.
This bantle inside you will know nothing but darkness. You will raise him until I come to collect him. he snarled with deadly finality.
If anything happens to him, itll be you and your family who pays. he hissed into her auds before snapping at her cheek, drawing blood and rearing off her.