Thunder rolls loudly in the damask heavens, and bright lightning splits the sky savagely on this prodigal night. The night that a mad stallion cursed Lucius brings 'is terror back to these lands. 'E slinks slyly from the dead, twisted myriad, dull jade hued lanterns flicking wildly about 'is surrounds. 'E strides slowly, placing 'is flints in strange succession, giving 'im an uncoordinated appearance. 'E pulls 'is dished crown uo with a swinging motion, and tries to remain still while 'e examines the strangely familiar place 'e was in. 'E looks at the dark sky above 'im, that was weaved with billowing ebony and amythist. 'E winces and squeals as the sight remind 'im of 'is old homeland, of 'is Spire. Of 'is dear Kryptin, 'is mother and 'is father. 'Is only son. 'E lowers 'is cran so that 'is ebony mug brushes the hearth, gravity causing a crystalline tear to slip from 'is pool and run down 'is bridge. 'Is home, taken, 'is loved ones, killed. 'E reels backwards as 'e thinks about it, whimpering pathetically in fright as vivid images reply in 'is dreambox.

There is an ebony fae, 'er beauty beyond comparison, and a babe at 'er side, the very image of 'is sire. Of 'im. In a flash of vermillion and a symphony of terryfied screams run, and 'e loses them. Later, when all 'is silent, they reappear, still side by side, but this time they lay on the ground, unmoving and silent as their surroundings in the aftermath of the takeover. They lay with the dust, and the images fade to blackness.

'E finally gathers enough control over 'imself to snap open 'is lids, which had seemed to be glued shut, to toment 'im with 'is own nightmarish memories. Scared, 'e rears ungracefully and screams wildly into the heavens, just as a bolt of lightning strikes violently seeming to crack its inky blackness to allow sheets of stinging rain and sleet pour down upon the dazed and fatigued hessian.

Th' painted czar sighs as 'e slumbers, great sides rising only gently as 'is breath rises in steamy clouds into th' livid heavens. At th' next rumble o' thunder 'e jerks awake with a snarl, sensing th' prescence o' another equine. Getting to 'is flints quickly 'e gives a slightly worried glance o'er to Tybalt, who was sleeping peacefully in th' hollow where th' two o' them 'ad stayed th' night. Sure 'he would be fine 'e prowls silently o'er th' crimson terrain, though in th' crazed light o' this hour th' scarlet pools glow eerilry onyx. As nares catch th' unfamiliar scent 'e growls loudly as 'e recognised th' aroma. Sure it was who e thought it was 'e lessens th' weight 'pon 'is daggers to allow 'is flint-falls to become silent as th' morning breeze. Pulling 'imself to 'is full height 'is daggers left cresent imprints in th' saturated geo, with chocolate stains now caking 'is feathers and lowers 'ppendages.

Flicking 'is whipcord angrily 'e takes th' secret path only known to a few, th' shortcut to th' terrain border. Extending 'is paces so they became a full four-beats a branch whipped back and scrapes 'is cheek, giving 'im a line o' scarlet beads 'pon 'is cheek. As lightning explodes from th' clouds 'e skids to a halt as th' strike hits just infront o' 'im, narrowly missing th' hessian's great flints. Snorting in annoyance as th' strike ignited a blaze on th' ferns opposite 'im. With a fierce whinny 'e leaps o'er th' flames, and with a quick glance behind 'im 'e sees th' rain 'as doused them as quickly as they 'ave appeared.

Pulling to a halt just in front o' th' border 'e prowls through th' undergrwth, watching th' midnight hessian with suspicion. Seeing 'e was cleary distressed, 'e watches in pleasure as th' czar that 'ad tormented 'im when Reb was still a young lassina whimpers and screams. Bored now 'o th' show, 'e decides to make 'is apprearance. Leaping from th' undegrowth with a fierce whinny lightning and thunder explode together behind 'im, giving 'is gargantuan a terrifying sillhouette o' onyx shadows. As 'is flints strke th' ground a slight rumble came from th' place where 'e lands..

Pulling up 'e surveyed th' stag in disgust, seeing what 'e 'ad come to. Parting 'is kissers 'e growled loudly, circling 'im dominantly.

Well, well Lucius, not so in control o' yerself now are ye? Those demons in yer head must 'ave come loose. Tell me, why 'ave ye come 'ere? Ye are clearly not welcome. 'e hisses, baring 'is slightly serrated fangs and observing 'im constantly with 'is strange mix o' crimson and onyx orbs.

At the sound of the deep lyrics over the torential rain, the coal hued prince spins to face the other direction, 'is gaze meeting the familiar frame of a tall bi-coloured hessian. 'E looks at 'im closely, then speaks, 'is tone filled with relief rather than the fear that one would expect, "I know ye...." 'E says with a creepily delighted grin. 'E dips 'is cran and brings it up again with uneven swining motions and continues, "Running Thunder if I am not mistaken. What was that ye said? Demons? In my head, oh don't be silly." 'E whickers, rocking back then forwards on his limbs. Glaring at 'im fiercly 'e decides to ignore the part about 'is coming here, then 'e decides 'e may as well tell the truth, "Why am I here. Well. Hahahaha, I don't know...My flints just took me here." 'E says, laughing under 'is breath. 'E looks around again, puzzlement crossing 'is features, "Where am I again exactly?" 'E asks, perplexed.

Th' titan scuffs a dagger 'pon th' geo idly, audits flickering in puzzlement at th' distinct lack o' fear or amniosity in 'is lyricals. As th' czar meets 'is gaze 'e notices that th' there is no gleam within 'is viridian oculars, just a blank dullness that suggests that 'e 'as been forced to witness some great tradgedy, maybe to ones 'e loves. An inkling o' pity washes through, but 'e shakes it away aggressively. Whoever 'as 'eard o' a Shadowed one, a Lord at that, feeling pity for another? 'Twas not acceptable. 'e growls a warning, more defensive than anything at 'is eerily elated smile, which spooks 'im more than anything that as 'appened this night. Catching 'is cursings 'e glares fiercly at th' prince with 'is piercing scarlet stare.

Aye. And that's Lord to ye, Lucius. I 'aven't forgetten our last meeting 'e hisses, and then smirks at 'is next words. Orbs showing puzzlement and confusion at 'is unconcievable ecstasy. Rolling 'is oculars at 'is questions 'e decides that 'e might as well answer them, just to placate 'im.

Ye are in Bloody Basin. Surely ye remeber? 'e snarls fiercly, tones dripping with sarcasm.

'He scowls lightly as the masc speaks, not in scorn, but it seemed that 'e was finding it hard to retain the simple dialogue. 'E waits a few distracted moments, 'is expression quite vague and almost strangely peaceful. It wasn't natural, especially for a stallion who once had so much spark and lustre within 'im. Now 'e came across as nothing more than an unbalanced shell of an equine. Finally, 'e nods, looking back at the paint czar, "Bloody Basin eh? Hmm, yes, the title seems familiar. Familiar...famil...family..." 'E says, trailing off rather abruptly and becoming silent. 'E grinds 'is teeth, observing an unfascinating clump of yellowed grass before 'e registers the form of the Lord again and jumps as if 'e had forgotten that 'e was there. 'E watches 'im quietly then speaks to 'im again, in a manner so distant that one observing their conversation might think that 'e hadn't just spoken to 'im, "So ye be the Lord 'ere? What be yer cursing?" 'E asks, 'is lyrics genuine and politely inquisitive. A thought suddenly arises in 'is mind, and 'is lanterns widen as 'e recalls that this strange brute had called 'im by 'is name, "And how the devil is it that ye know my name?!" 'E demands, 'is blankness being over ridden by awe and shock. 'E half rears skittishly and then glares at the demon suspiciously, realising something else about 'is recently spoken curse, "And what last meeting...?" 'E hisses, looking at the Lord with narrowed jade oculars.

Sighing almost in relief as 'e seems to gain an inkling o' 'is sanity back 'e watches th' brujo with relieved orbs. 'is harks perk as 'e stops 'is cursings abruptly, and 'e considers 'im suspiciously. Taking another step back 'e throws 'is crown in discomfort at this hessians strnage actions. 'e was slightly perturbed o' this brute, 'e 'ad never met one like 'im before and, frankly, 'e was slightly scared o' 'im. Th' czar's sudden jump makes 'is own form flinch in suprise. At 'is next questioning 'e narrows 'is orbs in confusion, throwing 'im an annoyed glare. Keeping 'is distance 'e parts 'is librims.

Oh, for devils sake, ye know my cursing. 'e hisses, tones growing darker with confusion.

I know yer alias from our last meeting. Does ye not even remeber? When ye tried to take Shadow away, and the young bruja Rebel?

Curving back 'is librims to show th' tips o' 'is fangs 'e snarls, in nothing but a warning. Suddenly bringing 'is crown to a high level 'e looks at Lucius warily, remebering that 'e 'is 'er sib, and 'e did not yet know o' 'er passing. Wondering when 'e would remeber Shadow and ask 'bout 'er 'e merely awaits th' moment when 'e would 'ave to shatter this czar's sanity, if there was any left, with a few words.

'E looks at the brute, 'is expression changing from blank to insulted and annoyed half way through 'is first sentance, then back to vague at 'is second statement. 'E stamps 'is ebonite dagger angrily, "Yes Lord Thunder, I know I know your name! I called ye by it just moments ago!" 'E growls haughtily, as if 'is intelligence had been insulted. 'E glares angrily at Thunder for a mere second before 'is expression drops again and the focus leaves 'is pools, "Shadow ye say...I had a sister named Shadow once only 'er name wasn't Shadow, it was Shades, 'he ran away to another land because father fought with 'er. Father used to call 'er Star Shadow ye see, so Shadow remids me of 'er. I wonder what 'he is up to these dark days..." 'E says, 'is tones becoming almost a whispered tale to 'imself more than to the czar afore 'im.

'e watches th' range o' emotions flitting 'cross 'is visage with growing suspicion. 'e rolls 'is oculi at 'is first statement, and growls in annoyance at 'is second. Unable to contain 'is rage any longer, 'e bursts out in fury.

What in demons name is wrong with ye? Are ye not even capable of following a simple conversation? The Shadow I mentioned is yer Shades, can ye not remeber? 'e snarls, 'is tones ferocious in irritation.

'e flicks 'is whipcord and watches 'im warily, staring for a moment into 'is oculi and sensing something unstable and broken within 'im. 'e feels a twinge o' pity, them reprimands 'imself sharply for even beginning to feel sorrow for th' hellion. Awaiting 'is response 'e taps a fore 'pon th' crimson stained geo idly.

'E jumps backwards at the outburst and regards 'im quizzically for a moment, 'is jade pools seeming to stare right through 'im. 'E moves 'is gaze slightly and snarls, 'is lanterns now actually looking at the painted hessian, "Aye, I remember..." 'E hisses slowly, a scowl on 'is features, at the moment 'e had 'is mind, but not for long, after a short pause, the brightness leaves 'is lanterns once more and 'e tosses 'is crown at the sight of the brute in front of 'im, "Last I checked there was not a damn thing wrong with me thankyou, Mr, er, Whoever-ye-be. Nosy thing aren't ye..." 'E growls, the tone of 'is voice jumping about strangely. 'E pivots on 'is hinds to turn 'is back on Thunder, and takes a few paces away from 'im before halting abrubtly and pivoting againt to be back where 'e started. The spark was now back in 'is orbits, and 'e looked around 'imself unsurely, as if 'e had no idea why 'e was suddenly so far away. Perplexed, 'e ambles slowly back towards the Lord, and stands waiting on a response.

'e watches 'is next actions with a slightly irritated, slightly perplexed look 'pon 'is cerebrum. As th' hellion reaches 'im, 'e just stands there in silence, before tossing 'is cerebrum and parting 'is kissers.

There's something wrong with ye. Really. 'e growls, 'fore spinning on 'is hinds, and beginning to walk in th' opposite direction to th' brujo, muttering incomprehensible words under 'is breath, such as 'crazy damn brute', and 'what th' devil's wrong with 'im anyway?'. 'e takes a sharp intake o' breath as 'e remembers something else 'e wants to say to 'im.

Ye may stay 'ere, but leave Reb, Tybalt, and I alone. We 'ave enough to deal with, without yer insane ramblings. 'e narls, 'fore continuing 'is exit from th' brute's sight.

OOC: lol, thunders really freaked out abou lucius - and so am i! lol

OOC: Good, then I've acheved the desired effect hehe...

BIC: The pure ebony brute listens to Thunder with a gaze that had much more determined focus now, as if the brute was forcing 'imself to keep 'is mind 'is own. 'E frowns slightly in thought about 'is strange behaviors recently and how 'e always seemed so distant from 'is physical frame,

'Perhaps there is something wrong with me, if others are noticing this too...' 'E thinks with worry that does not show on 'is visage. 'E dips 'is cran reluctanly as Thunder turns to leave,

"Ye are a fine host my Shadowed Lord." 'E hisses after a moment of hesitation, 'e supposed 'e was glad that 'e had been granted a place 'ere without having to ask. 'E widens 'is pools as a suspicious thought occurs to 'im about Thunder's last statement,

"Am I not to bother Shades aswell?" 'E asks, 'is voice tentative and as polite as 'e could force 'imself to be. Perhaps, with a little luck, 'e would be allowed to see 'er.

OOC: You can either tell him about it, let him hang for a bit, or lie and tell him he's not to see her and have him find out later and crack much more severly, whatever you feel like...*malicious laughter*

OOC: Thunder isn't that evil! Well...maybe he is, but I want to see Luce's reaction NOW! woo!

BIC: 'e pivots on 'is hinds to face 'im. A thought comes to 'im, a plan so evil 'e 'as difficulty restaining a smirk. 'ow 'bout 'e strings th' czar on for a while longer? 'e parts 'is librims, forming a hiss within 'is chords, but suddenly a voice comes to 'im. 'twas Shadow's, in 'er dying moments.

"My time is up, Thunder M'Love....Never, never forget that I will....I will always be by your side......Tell our children that I....That I.....love them....and that I w-will watch over them....."

Sadness, and maybe a dash o' pity glitter in 'is orbs. 'e recalls 'er last words, and realises that 'he 'as never really left 'im, 'he is now part o' everything, in th' fine rain that sometimes drenchesth' terrain, in th' yellow foliage that dotted th' topography, and in all th' atoms o' that oxi, whistling forever through th' domain. As an unusually strong gust o' wind ruffles 'is banners, 'e breathes in th' somewhat toxic oxi with a zealous passion. 'e becomes aware that 'e 'as not yet spoken to Lucius, so 'e takes a step nearer, and, 'oping that 'e would not yet again become insane, parts 'is librims.

Ye cannot see 'er, for 'he is dead 'e says simply, although not maliciously. 'e offers no elaboration, just th' plain and unadorned fact. 'e studies th' charcoal czar's visage, searching for some hint o' a reaction.

The ebonite stag baulks slightly, taking a stumbling step backwards as 'e gets a winded pain in 'is chest, as if this news had crashed into 'is form physically. The rain beats down feircely on 'is pelt as 'e stands in silence, looking down at 'is flints for a short while. Eventually 'e raises 'is crown to look to Thunder, blinking twice before 'e dared try to move another muscle. Dull and blank gaze searched the painted stags visage for signs of creul fraud or malicous lies, but 'e saw only sadness and sincerity in 'is lanterns, and then 'e knew that is grave news was indeed so. 'E paws the sodden geo gently with 'is foreflint, not really knowing why. It was a sort of nervous twitch.

Oh, oh, 'he's...dead? 'E mumbles, choking on the last word as tears begin to seep from 'is viridescent orbs, destroying 'is ability to hold 'is speech stready. 'E shakes crystalline droplets from 'is visage with a sharp flick of 'is crown, then controls 'imself to speak once more, a nerve 'neath one now violently sparking pool begining to jump as shock and sadness are swiftly replaced by vicious, bitter anger.

How? When?! Why has my sister been taken by the dust!?! 'He demands in violent screams, half rearing to slice at the oxi madly with 'is dangerously quick dagger movements. 'E comes back to ground and two beats roughly closer to Thunders frame, pools locked with 'is in silent demand.

Thunder, what happened to my sister?! 'E barks in the stags facade, paying no heed to 'is abrupt closeness. 'E was on the edge, ready to snap. 'E wanted answers, and by hell's fury 'e wanted them now.

[.x.] Sorrow fills the titans pools as he watches the reaction of the hellion. Cautiously he takes a step forward as the ebonite brujo falls silent; only to retreat hastily as the masc sparks into life once more. Keeping silent, allowing Lucius to accept this news and grieve, he turns his gaze to the clouded firnament, blinking steadily as rain lashes is mysterious pools. Aqua dripping from his frame, the Lord shakes his two-tone peltage roughly, attempting to rid his epidermis of some of this damned rain. Consider the livid flashes of lightning illuminating the crimson hills, and the rumbles of thunder echoing over the horizon, his gaze is quickly drawn back to Lucius as he recognises the insane tone he is sick to death of hearing. Harks catch his words, and he decides to tell the charcoal brujo the whole truth, for damned as the Lord is, he is not so heartless as many believe.

"It was an accident, none of us could have done anything 'bout it. She tripped, and...." he says, supressing an urge to growl at the czar as he gets as close as could possibly be without their maws touching. Trailing off, unwilling to relive the events for himself, Thunder watches the masc and takes a few steps back, hoping that his words would quell the madness inside the hellion, at least for a moment. [.x.]

OOC: Sorry its so bad, but at least i've replied ^^

The obsidian brute takes several more paces backwards, his cran hanging close to the geo as this new horror reels in his mind. So it was an accident? This was worse news, for there was no bastard at fault for him to tear into bloody shreds. He couldn't very well exact vengence upon a piece of the terrain!

This is not right... how is it that one so revered and so rich in life has had it snapped away from her...? He questions, half asking Thunder, and half asking the Dark God himself. For as long as he could remember, Shades had been there when he had needed her, as his older sister and as a protector. Now, when he needs her most after losing near all that was dear to him, he finds that she is dead - and with her death he loses all that is dear in his life.

[.x.] Thunder watches Lucius intently, sorrow flickering for a brief moment within his orbs. Casting his crimson gaze to the geo, the titan falls silent, not really knowing what to say to break the silent that now hangs in the air. Feeling slightly uncomfortable as he searches for something to say, the Lord finds himself at a loss, unable to find any vocals that seem fitting. Rain dripping of his maw and onto the terrain, the two-tone brute looks back to Lucius and takes a few steps forward, feeling a strange sort of affection for the hellion, insane as he may be.

"I know ye feel like ye have lost everything, but ye still have family left. There is Colton, my son, and yer nephew, and my daughter Tybalt, yer neice." he says, trying to offer the hessian some sort of comfort. Not really knowing what effect his words will cause, as he is not practised in comforting insane brujo's, Thunder watches Lucius carefully, careful to keep his throat and all the vunerable parts of his body well protected, as he knows only too well Lucius could strike out at him at any minute. [.x.]

His words could not have made Lucius more irritated if he had tried! But rather than strike out at the big painted bastard, which would be rather stupid considering Lucius' condition relative to Thunders', the midnight demon held his tongue. After several deep and laboured breaths during which he wouldn't even look at the Lord, Lucius speaks with a tone of forced civility.
Now, now, now Thunder... what do you know of what I have lost hmm? He begins, spitting slightly as his words take on his natural, vicious, hissing tone. He raises his cran abruptly at a crack of the storms thunder, his filthy ebon tresses, drenched from the downpour, remain stuck to his boa. With a hollow stare he regards the big brute before him, a great monolith of killing power wrapped in a deceptively unintimidating splashed pelt. Lucius was not afraid of him, not afraid of what harm Thunder might inflict upon his decrepit, bony carcass, and he was certainly not afraid of death. He was sickly, and bitter, and had nothing in life left to lose - Lucius was pretty damn sure that the only thing holding his flesh to his bones was his own twisted sense of sarcasm and cynicism towards life itself, and his secret desire to spite all the shit his life has brought him and pull himself togather again... His dear sister's death, while being tragic in itself, was another loved one he would have to live without and miss. Another beloved equine that has been snatched from him.
The insane bronc's blood boils at all these thoughts, and his skeletal body shivers as he fights to supress his rapidly mutating pain and anger. He looks with livid jade lanterns to Thunder, and forces himself to say what he wants to say.
You don't even know half of what I've lost. He manages to continue, his voice eerily calm and collected considering the emotional breakdown showing on every inch of his frame.
So don't even try to sympathise with me. I don't need your sympathy, and I don't need your pity you self rightous bastard... I don't need an-anyone. He growls deeply with his stance as proud as his broken body would allow. Though he tries his best to maintain the sense of dignity and pride he used to hold so highly within himself, he cannot help faltering on his last word, knowing full well as that lie slips from his charcoal librims that he really does need someone... anyone... a loved one that won't get torn away from him... and leave him shattered and alone...

[.x.]The painted hellion watches Lucius intently, listening to his laboured breaths with utter contempt, noticing how the bony demon seems to have averted his gaze from him. Wondering why the devil he is so angry, Thunder narrows his opticals, brow raised in slight confusion. He was only trying to help him, after all. Becoming increasingly bored with the whole affair, standing here is silence with nothing but the storm overhead and the utterly fascinating sound of Lucius's heaving breathing, Thunder turns to leave, but his daggers are halted as strangely polite tones break the silence between the two. The insane brujo's cerebrum seeming looking oddly surreal, with the boiling anger in his orbs and the perfect civility in his tones, combine together to make an image so strange Thunder has to restrain a laugh. Wiping the smirk from his librims, and coughing loudly to keep himself under control, the Lord listens to his words with some confusion, wondering what the devil his is talking about. In all their years together, Shadow never once mentioned anything from her past. In fact, the only thing he learned about her previous life, prior to her venturing here, was the rude invasion Lucius made here many years back, when Rebel was still just a little filly. Turning his curious gaze to the skeletal brujo, Thunder cran too whips up at the crack of the thuder overhead, marvelling at the sheer ferocity of the elements. Utterly drenched to the skin, the Lord shakes his prodigious frame roughly, sending droplets of rainwater flying everywhere, some of which probably fall upon Lucius. Looking to him apologetically, Thunder parts his librims to form words, but is cut off as Lucius speaks again, the hollow stare he is projecting makes the Lord feel somewhat uncomfortable as he is scrutinised so closely.

The brute speaks again, his tones still stiff with forced courtesy. Noticing a vein above the brutes eye twitching, Thunder realises that Lucius is nearing insane levels of anger, and in a moment he will probably have trouble holding himself back. Listening to his last sentence, and hearing the delicate falter on the last word, the splashed brujo thinks he understands, and he also thinks he knows what to do. Parting his librims once again, Thunder ignores the comment about him being a self-righteous bastard, and speaks to the hellion in a calm, but also commanding tone of voice, reminding him to keep himself under control.

"Lucius, something happened to you when you were younger, didn't it? Something which made you so... fragile," he says simply. Casting a look over to the devil, Thunder meets his insane orbs, the silence between them encouraging Lucius to talk about his past, which is obviously so painful for him. [.x.]

The ebony carcass of Lucius shudders slightly at the very idea of talking about his past. It was either that or the bitter cold out here with the torrential rain beating on his withered frame. The brute takes a few moments to consider his options. As he saw it, he could either spit in the Lord's face and walk away with his pain still festering inside him, or he could bleed his wound, so to speak, and take the help of the only equine that had offered it to him in an age. Forcing himself to look at Thunder, he steps forward placidly, his hoof beats ringing hollow on the hard ground, and the deranged demon swallows his pride.
Yes... many losses... He begins breathlessly, as if holding back all of his hurt was a colossal effort. Moments pass in which he prepares to divulge his tragic past, carefully deciding how he should begin. Then, in a voice that was almost not his own for it's deep sincerity and lack of acidic hissing he begins to tell Thunder of his past.
I had met the most amazing belle in the whole of the world, I fell for her charms, fell for her body, her voice, her mind, her everything. I was only a Prince then in a massive and desolate dark land ruled by my sire and dam. I knew in my black heart that this femme, her name was Rilyna by the way, was too good to just be a Dark Princess. He starts, his voice unsteady and strange to his own harks, as he speaks with such fondness of his past love.
So, i decided that I was going to make her my Queen. Right away. He continued, pausing now as he feels suddenly sickened within because of the statement to come. With a shuddering sigh and a nervous flick of his midnight whip-cords, he goes on.
My mind lost to my passion and love for her, I decide to do something disgusting, even for a Cursed bastard like me. Under the cover of night, I slinked into where my wise, noble sire and my dam, sick from missing Shades, slept side by side... He trails off, feeling even sicker, but keeps talking so that he did not lose his ordered thoughts.
And... I killed them, murdered my sire while he slept, and slaughtered my poor sick mother as she awoke to his cries - I ripped out her throat. He growls, his tones beginning to falter severely as he cannot hold back all of the hurtful emotions anymore. Tears are streaming from his pools, but they were such a familiar occurrence to him now that he was not bothered. Shaking his crown violently to compose himself, he gives a brave snort and continues his recount.
I became King, and took Rilyna as my Queen, and had a seemingly innocent young brujo executed for the murder of my parents. For a while, all seemed wonderful, aside from the ever present nightmares that had me relive my evil crime over and over again. Soon enough Rilyna had given me a strong heir, a coltine we named Darq-shar and not soon after there was another one on the way. I had never felt more powerful or content in life.
Lucius pauses yet again, and hoped that Thunder wouldn't lose patience with him. It was hard for Lucius to share this, especially with a stag who had once tried to kill him. He closes the lids of his pools and readies himself for the next stretch of heart breaking speech, what he had told Thunder already, sadly, wasn't the worst of it.
Then the wonderful life that I had killed my own loved ones to create began to fall apart... The 'innocent' brute I had had executed turned out to be part of a large rebellion faction, a large rebellion faction that also contained his now very angry family members. One day, without any sort of warning, the entire 20 equine or so strong group attacked the royal lands... I saw my beloved Rilyna and my little Darq-shar shredded tho ribbons as they begged for mercy... He whickers bitterly, choking on his tears and the giant lump in his throat that had slowly formed from the beginning of this horrible reveal.
And now I find that my sister is dead too... she was truly the only dear thing I had left in this world, and now she has been snatched from me. You see Thunder, I have suffered much in my years of life. Lost sire, dam, love, two babes and a sister. And you look at me as if I'm insane. Well, I probably am, with reasons better than any...He finishes, and now he just has to stop, he couldn't keep going anymore. Feeling as if he could collapse at any instance he drops his head, swaying slightly in the wind, his frame begins to wobble and his tired limbs buckle...

[.x.]The rain drives down mercilessly from the livid heavens, falling in a thick sheet upon Thunder and Lucius, drenching them both to the skin. Throwing his great crown irritably, Thunder arches his nape slightly in an attempt to shield his orbs from the torrential storm. Two-tone banners plastered to his nape and rump, the Lord growls irritably as an utterly enormous crash of thunder rolls overhead, followed almost immediately by a deadly flash of forked lightning, creating an awesome contrast between the ebonite heavens and the ivory streaks flickering across them. Turning his cerebrum to the firmament for a moment, marvelling at the overwhelming power of the elements to control the terrain on which they stand, the splashed demon almost forgets Lucius, and is only reminded of his presence by the faint noise of his daggers tapping upon the now saturated ground. Throwing a questioning look to Lucius as he advances placidly, noticing that the brujo seems to be slightly nervous, Thunder’s auds prick as the skeletal masculine speaks. Discerning the slightly breathless way in which his tones are delivered, Thunder turns all his attentions to the brute, knowing that in a moment he will reveal the source of all his hurt and spite toward life itself.

As Lucius speaks, Thunder takes a few steps toward the demon in order to catch his lyrics over the raging storm. Taking note of the obvious placidity with which he speaks, which creates a strange contrast with his earlier rantings, the Lord listens in silence to his story. As soon as he begins to speak of his love, Thunder hears the fondness in his lyricals, and knows that this femme must be the source of his pain. Love is a strange thing – it can make you the happiest brujo in the entire world, but it can also wreck your life and make you feel that there is nothing left to live for. One just has to look at him, left broken and alone in his hell, with naught but his son and occasional visits from Tybalt and Rebel to keep him company. He has no desire to find himself another wench after Shadow – no one can replace the massive void her death has left inside him. His only hope is that soon his time will come and he will be able to spend all eternity with her in Eruheran’s lands, to be eventually joined by their own children. His one last wish is that he will live to see another battle with the Sacreds – hopefully the last one the Shadowed alliance will ever have to endure. Ripping the throats out of the puny warriors that make up the Sacred army is strangely therapeutic.

As Lucius continues with his vocals, Thunder stops thinking about Shadow, and returns his attentions to Lucius’ story. At the nervous flick of his whipcords, and the shuddering breath his frame draws in, the Lord wonders what he is about to say. When he finally does disclose it, the hellion is left feeling utterly sickened, turning his cerebrum away from the demon for a moment, unable to look at him. Even in the Cursed allegiance, killing your own parents is something which disgusts many. He knows that his own King, Legesain, slaughtered his dam Aalaya before he was killed himself, but then again, he has never met an equine quite as sick and twisted as Legesain. Looking back to Lucius sharply as the czar carries, almost doggedly, on with his lyricals. Forcing himself to be patient as Lucius pauses yet again, probably to prepare himself for reliving yet another horrendous chapter in his life, the drenched hessian attempts to free his cran from the strands that have managed to plaster themselves to his cheek. Suddenly noticing the tears streaming from the stag’s pools, Thunder feels his pity for the stag grow. It is now clear to him why Lucius behaves as he does – he has endured so much loss and heartbreak in his life that his mind has simply entered this insane state to protect him from reliving the events all over again. When the stag describes how his love and coltine were brutally slaughtered, Thunder lids his pools, shuddering in disgust. He is proud to call himself Cursed, but events such as the one Lucius has described utterly disgust him.

As the hellion ends his vocals, and falls silent, Thunder can think of nothing to say, except a slight nod of his dial to show he has listened and understood what he has said. Feeling slightly horrified at what he has just heard, the stag watches Lucius sway with the wind, and, looking down to see his bony limbs start to buckle, he rushes forward to support Lucius with his own bulky frame, propping the czar up as his appendages start to fail him. Holding the broken demon’s cran up with his own cerebrum, Thunder slowly folds his own pillars underneath his frame, lowering Lucius to the ground. Looking up to the heavens, feeling the torrential rain fade away slowly to a slight drizzle upon his peltage, and the mammoth crashes of thunder quieten away to gentle rumbles on the horizon, the great hellion moves away from Lucius slightly and watches him cautiously, wondering if he will have the strength to get up. [.x.]