(sorry was out of muse for s title :) )

the dirt brown brute trotted easily back to his terra. He snorted with distaste as he recognised the scent of his half brother, yet he let it pass. Legesain and he had had little to do with each other since their birth. He had only ever seen his brother at a distance. The right of heir had been taken and not once had the king looked back.
With a snort Beast threw his damned cran and turned wildly, searching for the wench whom he had just claimed.
He felt a sudden pang, wondering again where the one he had claimed before had gone, yet that was the past, this fem, Eleona was the future.
The brute gathered his pillars underneath his frame and rearing, scouting for her.
These were not the lands for a newcomering to be lost. With a slight snarl of frustration at losing her so soon, Beast lowered himself and stamped his flint into the dust, creating a large indentation. He decided to wait for a moment, give her a chance to arrive before he went in search of her.

[.x.] Eleona lopes gracefully through the barren demense, noticing that the pools of aqua and even the vegetation seems to be becoming ever sparser as she ventures further into this terrain. Looking forward, expecting to see the familiar bay form of Beast, she snarls and flicks her haunches sharpky with her whipcord as she realises that, by dawdling behind to consider all the new sights and sounds of these lands, she has managed to loose Beast, the one that she was meant to keep close to. Growling slightly in annoyance, noticing that the rain that is beginning to fall from the livid heavens above has begun to wash away the imprints of his flints, Eleona breaks into a graceful three beats, following the path for as long as she can afore the rain become torrential, and she manages to become completely lost. A low hiss rumbling from her chords in frustration as a cold wind now begins to blow, biting at her thin hide and managing to chill her even more, Eleona flicks her sodden forelock from her orbs and looks around attentively, keen orbs searching for the bay form of Beast.

Plodding slowly through the terrain, and realising that either she is going mad, or this is the third time she has seen this row of trees, the czarina sighs loudly and comes to a halt, ready to just walk out of here and come back later. But suddenly, she spies a bay form, slightly distorted through the rain, but unmistakable as Beast nonetheless. Whinnying loudly in relief as she gallops toward him, Eleona nips him affectionately as she nears him, glad to be back at his side. [.x.]

A young wench wandered the countryside as she had often did. A young fem accompanied her like most days. The enchantress looked massive compared to the filla beside her, making the yearling look more like a foal compared to her. But the flicka was neither a foal or hers. Noor, her newfound friend, was simply that. A companion for when days were long. And lately, now that the King had returned the young princess found more time to socialize. They had planned to perhaps explore the vast land a little more than they had dared ventured before.

Unfortunatly their day had been spoiled by the unending rain that tormented the sky and the equines that resided within the land. The mare came to a slow stop near the royals cave. She had yet to gain enough favor for the reward of resting within the dry caves. Even so, young Purgatory knew her place. She was no royal. Just a warrioress with a tormented past, assigned to gaurd the young princess Noor. She supposed Jezebel had felt sorry for her lonely times and gave her this easy job for her loyalty. Still, the flicka did not and could not replace Beast.

A harsh snort was given at this thought. It seemed it had been a lifetime since she had last seen her first love. But the draft femmora moved on, there was no need to wallow in the past. She had yet to take that chance and find love once more, but she knew one day she would. Until then she would protect Noor and try to forget the old memories once more.

Once the filly had entered the cave with the other herd members Purgatory moved off into the distance. Perhaps she would find a tree or cave to rest in. Her thoughts wandered to the cave Beast and herelf had resided in. She had contemplated residing in there once more, but decided she would not return to the cavern until a new love and future was there to guide her. Her sturdy pillars began to carry her graceful frame across the geo. A slight breeze wrapped around her, delivering her a fateful scent. Beast was not far off. The warrioress turned quickly and galloped towards the stag.

Her pillars carried her frame with power and grace. Her paperthins flared as she breathed in oxygen to supply to her blood, thus resulting in her energy to run. Her pillars came to a slow stop upon a nearby hill as her gaze eagerly moved below her. There in the distance was Beast. Purgatory moved forward at a quick walk, a nicker starting to escape from her maw. But the nicker was silenced and her steps froze as another equine was seen. Another wench. Purgatory watched in a distance as the wretch nipped Beast with affection. So this was it. He had moved on. Purgatory paused, unsure of what to do. Anger and sadness raged within her. Her hesitation showed how she was unsure of which to express to the pair. Instead the enchantress hid her feelings and turned and began to walk back the way she had come. She could hide her feelings now, but she was sure if words were exchanged with Beast she would loose her ability to do so.

The rumble of the thunder rolled over the vast expanse of plains, making Beast slightly uneasy that Eleona had not yet turned up. With a snort he turned against the driving rain and scanned the horizon, as distorted as it was. His gaze landed on a nearby hillock and he squinted, the figure standing on its crest very familar.
He breath caught in his throat as realisation swept through him.
It can't be. he murmered, his vocals drowned by the falling liquid.
A sudden nip on his rump made him jump - he swung round to see Eleona. Relief washed over him that she was safe, but it was shortlived. He swung his head around again to the hillock to see the figure gone.
Perhaps he had imagined her. No it had been Purgatory. He nudged his new mate and trotted slightly away, towards the hillock and let out a call, trying to sound above the rain.

[.x.] The bay form of the bruja turns slightly in the direction of Beast's gaze as he nudges her, her sight too drawn to a distorted figurine upon the crest of a hill. Slender pillars dance slightly upon the topography as Eleona looks to Beast questioningly, as if to inquire about the identity of the femmora, whom it seems obvious Beast is familiar with. As Beast parts his librims Eleona moves closer, assuming the vocals are meant for her, but his words are lost in the next rumble of thunder, which is accompanied a moment later by a violent flash of lightning from the livid heavens, swirling angrily above them, intent of releasing their fury upon the lands. She returns the nudge of the brute she has followed here by running her tender maw from the base of his cerebrum to his shoulder, nibbling his curvature slightly as she does so. Flicing her sodden forelock from her intelligent opticals, Eleona backs under the gnarled brances of a withered oak tree, a makeshit shelter against the driving forces of nature. Backing even further under the twisted old branches, the young wench gazes longingly to the dry caves in the distance, feeling a pang of jealousy for those inside, who can stay so dry while she is out here getting drenched.

Droplets of water hammering onto her pelt and rolling off as her thick, waterproof canvas creates a barrier between the rain and her skin, the harks of the czaressa prick attentively as she hears a call over the hammering of the rain and raging of the storm. Striding reluctantly out toward the brujo, Eleona growls furiously as the rain seems, if possible, to get even heavier, huge droplets splashing onto the grouns and managing to sufficiently soak her pillars. Her obious aversion to rain becoming even more apparent, Eleona reaches Beast's side as he ends his somehwat commanding call to the hills, and, she supposes, to the wench that was previously standing there. Her thoughts interrupted as another crackle of thunder rolls overhead, and lightning illuminates the gloomy hills in the distance seconds afterwards, Eleona c.ocks her cerebrum slightly to the side in a questioning manner as Beast turns back to her. The sorrel femme eyes Beast slightly suspiciously as he looks at her, wondering what he devil he is up to, a awaiting a satisfactory answer. [.x.]

the brute pawed restlessly at the mud under his flints. The once hard terrra was being softened by the torrential rain and the mud slipped slightly under bulk. He threw his cran almost angrily as the figure did not return. He would not let her leave so easily. He knew it would be hard to catch her as the ground became slowly more and more impassible, but that almost meant she would not get far.
But Beast knew more than anything that her fae beside him needed an explanation. And here was not the place. The torrential rain would drown their lryicals to the point of muteness.
He turned to her again and tugged gently on her tassels, pressing his chest against hers, asking her silently to turn and follow him.
Beast stepped firmly onto the unstable geo, testing each step before he made it. He turned back to face Eleona and gave a low nicker, realising at the last minute she would not hear it.

[.x.] Mud caked the lower pillars of the czaressa as she dragged them from the sticky rivers than now seemed to be everywhere she trod. Growling loudly, her increasing annoyance apparent, Eleona hops in a rather unlady-like fashion through a huge brown lake, mud now splattered upon her nape as well as up her pillars. As the rain drives down mercilessly, the vixen wonders whether or not she should just go back to where she came. At least there was shelter there, and this brute obviously had a big secret he was trying to keep from her. She contemplated thepossiblity for a moment, and then decided to follow him until such a time when she deemed him not fit to stay by her side. She was an incredibly picky femme, and needed to have a stag which kept to her needs exactly. That was why she wasn't the most... how would you put it.... popular of wenches. The rain, if at all possible, seemed to get heavier, crashing down upon her and only letting the 'ess see only two feet in front of her. She spots a dark figure advancing upon her, and allows a loud whicker to escape her kissers as she realises it was Beast. She communicated her discomfort and annoyance to him through a long stare which seemed to pass right through him, taking only a few steps forward when he apparently attempted to drag her along with him. Leaping elegantly to the side, making it perfectly obvious to the brujo that she can walk on her own, Eleona snarled angrily as she almost tripped over a branch, her left knee now slightly sore from where she had broken her fall with it. [.x.]

Beast growled slightly as the wench leapt away from him. His temper was on a short thread with the return of the ghost of his past and the rain was not helping matters. He lowered his cran against the driving rain and stumbled forwards, not caring for his pride at the moment, only caring for staying on his own feet. He left out a call from her to follow, loud enough for her to hear over the wind and staggered forward again. His long forelock was plastered across his orbs, making him unable to see far and that combined with the rain remdered him blind. Taking a deep breath he searched back into his memories and stepped forward, knowing now exactly where he was to go.

[.x.] Eleona sighed irritably as she dragged herself through the rain, her legs trembling slightly due to the cold, yet they were steady enough to keep her going through the pools and rivers of mud which now caked her lower feathers. She tossed her neck, and although the sodden strand of hair that should have been her forelock remained plastered to her features, her mane flipped slightly away to hang in what looked like matted dreadlocks, except for the fact that they were dripping with the sheer weight of water that had crashed down on them. Her fury grew and grew with every raindrop that dared to fall upon her pelt, until she had worked herself up into such a rage that it was not wise for anyone, not even Beast, to approach her now. She couldn't be responsible for his wellbeing if he said something that annoyed her. She growled out furiously at the heavens, willing them to stop with all her might. Yet still the rain crashed down upon them, and, with raging eyes, Eleona saw a small cave nestled in the hills, if you could call it a cave. It was more of a small hole. But still, the lure of being dry was too intense to worry about the amount of space she would have once there, and the mare sprung into a rapid three-beats, a determined look setting into her features as she battled the elements. There was no point in alerting Beast to her movements as he wouldn't hear her anyway, but she hoped that he saw her as she stumbled over the rocks, careful not to slip on the rocks.

She threw herself into the shelter of the cave with a raging snarl. Her hooves clattered loudly on the rocky ground, forcing herself further and further into the confines of the hollow as Beast joined her. The air quickly became unpleasantly humid as they both started to dry off while pressed together uncomfortably. She glared at Beast as he met her eyes, and spoke coldly, making it plain for Beast not to even dare to lie or evade the question, as she would be gone before he could take a step forward if he did so.

"What the hell was up with you and that wench you saw on the mountain? Don't even try to lie - I'll know."

Her words contained a warning, a chance of sorts for Beast to prove himself in her eyes. This was his one chance to show her why she should stay, and strangely, the more frank he was with her, the more impressed she would be. She had no time for liars. And, with the mood she was in, God help the stallion if she got that impression about him. [.x.]

Beast turned to her, his matted banner pressed against his neck. At her words a thousands scenarios ran through his head, all including a thousand excuses. He could lie, but one look into her orbs told him that one false word and she would be gone forever. He watched her for a moment, forcing his numb brain to work, and he realised that she was not worth losing over a lie. If her told her the truth and she still left, perhaps that was better. But then again maybe not.

He stepped away, the closeness of their bulks was too uncomfortable to think. He let out a deep sigh as he reached the mouth of the cave and then turned to face her, his orbs almost dead.

I was young when I first met Purgatory. I believe I was visiting my sister, well half sister really, Jezebel in the Great Plains and she was with her. Jezebel had met her in another land, they two had suffered much hardship. She was traumatised, damaged almost, and I believed that I could help her. She and I were mates, for a time. And then she vanished. I did not know where and though I searched, nothing came of it. I did not think she would ever return, until I saw her on the mountain. I did not belive her to be even alive.

He dropped his cran, not knowing what to think or how to feel. Even more so he did not know how Eleona would react and perhaps that tore him more. He did not look at her, but stood at the entrance to the cave, waiting.