The flame thrown stag nodded, not noticing the stags wariness.
Father has once again regained the thrown and with the darqs exterminated ther is no fear of revolt. The torn were with us from the start and they now live peacefully in their lands, living back in their neutral ways.
he said, happiness bubbling thrown his viens.
Mother has grown strong again and is teaching the old ways to the young fillies of the herd. She misses you so.
he said, nuzzling his sister again.
We all miss you.

Alastor's sonars flick back as Wind utters 'is last words, ''E wants 'er to come back with 'im...I just know it.' 'E thinks uneasily, rocking back onto 'is hinds slightly with nervousness, but still 'e remains politely silent, not wanting to assume too much so soon.

Spirit smiled, though pain was evident in her face. She knew exactly what her brother was asking and though it would pain her to answer, she knew what her final desicion was.
Wind, you know i can no return with you.
she whispered softly, extending her mug to his.
But this is my home now. I belong here, it this place. With Alastor.
she said, stepping back to Alastor's side and nuzzlingly him lovingly.
I cannot return home.
she said, though her tones, to her own suprise, showed no signs of sadness.

The masc looks to Spirit as 'he speaks, a feeling of triumph swelling within 'im, a feeling of pride at 'er loyalty to 'im. Grateful that 'e did not have to say anything, 'e returns 'er loving touch with 'is own tender nuzzle, a side cocked grin 'pon 'is librims. 'E looks apologetically to Wind, knowing that this might come as a shock to 'im. 'E felt sorry for 'im.

((Sorry if it's bad, I have no inspiration today.))

Wind threw 'is head at Spirit's reply. But deep down 'e knew 'e should have expected it. Seeing 'is sib with a mate should have instantly reassured the fact that 'he would not return home. And why 'e expected 'er too when 'e too had made connections here was beyond 'e thoughts at the moment.
i understand Spirit, though perhaps do not agree.
'e replied, slightly digruntled but made no futher comment.

The bright bay hessian flicks 'is damask flag lightly, brushing it softly 'cross Spirit's gilded flank. 'E drops 'is crown slightly, feeling quite awkward and 'e tried to remedy this feeling by avoiding eye contact with the fire kissed brujo. 'E instead amuses 'imself by watching the sway of a nearby daisy in the gentle breeze, knowing full well that Spirit may scorn 'is silence, thinking that 'e might be apathetic 'wards 'er situation. 'E in fact, couldn't be more delighted 'bout and interested in the situation if 'e tried. 'E got to keep 'is dear one here with 'im, and no amount of guilt tactics from 'er newcomer sib would squash that feeling in 'im.

Alabaster czar wanders aimlessly o'er 'is lands. As always, 'is thoughts were concentreated on Ice. Sighing in infatuation 'e realises 'is pillars 'ave carried 'im to th' great lake that lies in th' centre o' th' abode. giving a joyful nicker 'e plunges into th' crystalline depths, striking out with strong, ivory 'ppendages. 'is dappled peltage now sodden and dripping, 'e clambers out o' th' liquid and shakes 'imself, giving 'is appreance a rather rugged, but handsome look.

Spying th' trio standing together 'e tosses 'is crown, and embarks 'ward them. Flints barely touching th' sod as 'e extends 'is strides and four-beats 'cross th' flourishing lands. Pulling up sharply, raising thick clouds o' dust 'round 'is form as 'is paces decrease in velocity. Coming to a halt 'e tosses 'is crown and waits for th' dust to clear, which it does fairly quickly. 'e flicks 'is plume in obvious embarrasment, fully aware that 'is sodden banners and peltage are dripping onto th' geo. Gracing 'is features with a gentle smile 'e dips 'is crown to th' two 'e knows, passing 'is gaze o'er th' other.

Lo Alastor, Spirit 'e says in 'is smooth, melodic lyricals, wondering who th' newcomer was.

Mahonany peaks swivel to the sounds of anothers beats, and 'e greets the King with a bow, being careful not to put too much weight 'pon 'is wounded limb. "Good afternoon yer Majesty." 'E says cheerfully, a bright grin 'pon 'is kissers.

'e too nickers cheerfully, throwing 'is crown in a gesture o' welcome. 'e acknowledges 'is bow with a brief nod o' is crown, 'is features softening slightly in pity as 'e notices 'is lamed pillar.

I see yer limb still ails ye? 'e asks quietly, gesturing with a vague throw o' 'is cerebrum 'ward 'is pillar.

Spirit turned her golden pelt towards the king and dipped her tiara in a respectful hello. She pawed uneasily at the ground with the mention of Alastor's injury and glanced over to him.

Wind almost jumped at the arrival of the fourth equine. hearing the stag's address he dipped his head and would wait until the equines had conversed before introducing himself.

The stag grimaces slightly and looks at 'is pillar that was raises slightly from teh geo, "Aye, I'm afraid it does M'King, little more than a dull ache, but if I place my flint the wrong way I know about it." 'E jokes, tossing 'is dial skywards and giving a hearty chuckle. 'E had now learnt to live with 'is ailment, and it really neither bothered 'im or disabled 'im, just reminded 'im of darker days and 'is bravest moments, defending 'is kind.

Spirit whickered, glad that Alastor could joke about his pillar. she looked up at the king and gave a small smile, before throwing a look to her brother.

'e smiles cheerfully at Alastor's response, realising 'e did not really wish to talk 'bout it. Tossing 'is tresses from 'is visage 'e suddenly remebers what 'e 'as to tell Alastor. 'is oculi cloud with pity as 'e remebers what 'tis like to lose one ye love. Fairly reluctantly, 'e parts 'is kissers.

Alastor, can I talk to ye alone for a moment? 'e whickers softly, giving 'is tones as gentle an edge as possible. Sidestepping 'e keeps 'is orbs on Alastor, 'oping 'e would come without question.

OOC: It's a really bad post, I know, but i'm tired and not in the mood for posting :D

The bay hessian does little more than raise 'is brow slightly at the request, before nodding and following the King o'er to a more private spot. A strange feeling in 'im told 'im that 'e should be worried, but 'e shakes 'is dial and disregards it. 'E couldn't help but dwell on the reluctance of 'is rulers words however, and the ominous feeling creeps back uncomfortably.

Satisfied that Alastor is following 'im 'e makes for a clearing, 'is beats gaining velocity in an effort to get this over and done with as quickly as possible. Reaching a secluded spot, which is concealed by a bare knuckle o' stone, 'e closes 'is oculi and sighs 'eavily. Flicking 'is plume 'e awaits Alastor to catch up with 'im.

As th' czar reaches 'im 'e gives 'im th' briefest o' smiles, aware th' atmosphere was growing tenser with every breath 'e takes. 'e parts 'is kissers to begin 'is lyricals, only to find no words flowing from 'is chords. Taking a deep breath, 'e again tries to speak, but only to find 'e seemed to 'ave become mute. Forcing 'imself to pull 'imself together, 'e finally manages to speak.

Alastor, there is no easy way to say this. As I am sure ye are aware, a flash flood recently 'as swept th' land. I thought all 'ad escaped, but Euphoria, 'he... 'e breaks off, unable to speak any more. 'e remembers 'er cold, ravaged frame when 'e 'ad discovered it, only two days ago, 'er orbs so blank and empty, 'er tiara flopping limply 'pon th' geo.

Shaking away 'is memories, afriad of dislodging ones even more painful, 'e attempts to finish 'is sentence, which 'e 'ad broke off abrupty.

'he... didn't manage to escape. I found 'er not two days ago. 'e drops 'is oculi, unable to 'old 'is any longer. 'e briefly extends 'is mug to brush Alastor's in sympathy, and gives a quiet whicker.

I am sorry 'e says simply, then retreats to a few paces away, ready to leave if 'e wished to be alone.

The kind orbs of the brujo darken and deepen with every melancholy lyrical coming from the alabaster czar's kissers, until finally 'e closes 'is lids o'er them with grief. 'E shudders gently, and 'is frame develops a slight shake, 'is pillars threatening to fail 'neath 'im. 'E withdraws 'is crown as 'e feels the brush of the Kings muzzle against 'is, and 'is delicate dial all of a sudden felt like 'twas made of iron, and 'e drops it to the geo. Sobs beginning to come from 'is librims, 'is frame follows 'is zentith, limbs collapsing under 'im, 'is mahogany bodice crashes to the emerald carpeted ground and 'e wriths there, 'is misery incomprehensable. Too much in pain to think to hold 'imself up, 'e flops down onto to sod, 'is cran lying 'pon the soft grass as 'e shed 'is crystalline tears. 'My dear sister...' 'E thinks, and 'is sobs escalate to the point where 'e lets loose a pitiful scream, "'Tis not fair! How shall ill fate take 'er, 'he loved nothing more than 'er life! 'He was too young to die!" 'E cries shakily.

'e watches th' czar lamentations in sorrow, despising 'imself for shattering 'is 'eart in a few words. 'e bows 'is cerebrum and mutters a soft prayer for th' spirit o' Euphoria, 'oping that 'he would be able to find 'er way to Heaven Pass, and finally gain eternal peace. Tears threaten 'im as th' czar screams out 'is grief, memories o' th' night 'is sire died threatening to overwhelm 'im. But 'e pushes them back, and although 'is pools are sore from 'is efforts to keep 'is composure, 'e manages a mournful whicker, th' only condolence 'e can give to this brujo.

I shall leave ye now, 'e says, realising 'is presence is no longer wanted. 'e wouldn't be suprised if th' masc loathed 'im now for being th' one to break th' news to 'im. 'e turns, and with a brief glance back to Alastor, 'e begins to embark back to th' remaining duo, unable to keep a tear from running down 'is visage.

OOC: lol - am hinting very slightly ( :P ) in lines 2 + 3

Spirit had watched the two stags trot away. She flung a look back towards Wind and then over to her mate and the king. From the distance of her position she saw the sorrow sweep Alastor and she trotted to him.
She did not speak, but reached her boa over his and pulled him to her.

The greiving hessian allows 'imself to be moved, taking comfort in the warmth of 'is love beside 'im. For a long time 'e cries into 'er golden pelt, 'is shattered heart piecing itself back together again with every liquid crystal that ran from 'is ebony pools. Finally, the sobbing slows then stops, but 'e remains silent as 'e looks up to Spirit, finding that for once in 'is life, there was nothing that 'e could say.

Hearing 'is sobs and feeling 'is salty tears against 'er pelt, Spirit's heart too broke. Seeing 'er love like this tore 'er in two. As the sobs stopped Spirit looked at Alastor and nuzzled 'is cheek in support. 'er orbs were wet with tears for 'er love, 'er sould begging for something 'he could do to make it right.

'Is heartbroken sobs had stopped, but still 'e lays on the ground, limbs sprawled, clinging closely to Spirit who too lay on the ground at 'is side. 'E closes 'is tear drenched pools as 'he nuzzles 'is cheek, 'er affection was appreciated beyond words. 'E opens 'is eyes again and looks up into 'er, trying to show 'er the pain 'e was in, because mere movements of 'is tongue could never properly convey it. A sad thought suddenly occurs to 'im and, gaze still locked with Spirits, 'e chooses to voice it,

"I never got to say goodbye..." 'E whickers croakily. 'E keeps 'is kissers parted to explain 'imself further, but 'e finds nothing to say, so 'e closes 'is librims again, hoping that 'he would understand. 'E knew deep in 'is heart that 'he would.

Spirit whickered gently to him, pulling him closer to her. She licked his nape in love, knowing there way nothing she could say to ebb the sorrow filling her loved one. She knew that all she could do was lie here with him and comfort him with her presence. She only hoped it would be enough.

The mahogany hessian lays still for a while more, then gives a silent nod of 'is crown that seemed to mean something to 'im. 'E touches Spirit softly on 'er cheek, nares taking in 'er sweet feminine scent, and then too licks 'er nape in return. 'E moves 'is pillars stiffly across the ground, pulling them into order somewhat. 'E shifts 'is bodice and collects 'is fores under 'is chest, hoisting 'imself up with grace and ease of movement that came with the strength of 'is youth, being careful not to place too much weight on 'is injured 'ppendage. 'E stands still and breathes deeply, closing 'is pools, the shakes of shock and sorrow that had been ravaging 'is frame almost disappeared. 'E opens 'is pools again, and looks down to 'is love,

"Come on dearest one, I am okay." 'E says, lowering 'is dial to nuzzle 'er blade tenderly.

"Yer sib still stands o'er there, 'e is probably quite confused about everything by now, what with my collapse and...and such. We should go back o'er there." 'E whickers sincerly, ever the gentleman, not wanting to keep 'er brother waiting any more than 'e had allready.

Spirit pulled her pillars under her bodice as Alastor moved. She sat there for a moment, watching her love with a small smile on her facade. With the mention of Wind she turned her head and glanced back towards her flame thrown brother. He had resorted to grazing, though is orbs and auds never left Spirit and her mate. She laughed slightly and clambered to her hooves.
She nuzzled Alastor and trotted quickly back to her brother.
Apologies, Wind. We meet for the first time in a while, and I leave you as such.
she said with a small smile.

Alastor follows Spirit quietly, and stands by 'er side, leaning into 'er slightly, as 'he apologises. 'E too felt that 'e should say something,

"Yes Wind, I am sorry. I don't know what came over me, leaving ye here like that. Totally out of character..." 'E says, trailing off as a small, butter yellow moth lands 'pon 'is muzzle and 'e focuses down 'is bridge to look at it.

Wind shook his cran.
Do not trouble yourselves, i can see that some trauma has fallen upon you, it gave me a chance to do some much needed grazing.

he said with a small laugh, watching Alastor carefully. though he seemed a nice enough stag, he was not sure if he was worthy to be his sister's mate.