Hope's Rebellion wandered slowly into the terrain that she had grown up in. The femme tried to remember the last time she had grazed upon these lands. Something told her that the last time was when her adoptive dam had perished. A painful memory that was definatly enough to keep her away. Her thoughts went to her younger years. Knocking heads with her sire and running to her dam for protection. Like a normal family. Her love for her dam was everlasting, Rebel waited for the day they would meet again in the afterlife. She knew that Thunder did as well. She didn't really believe that he had ever gotten over her. Why should he? She was his one true love. A love that most don't find. Including Rebel. Not that she didn't love her mate. It just wasn't the same kind of love you feel for your true love. True love doesn'y always last but you recognize it when it does. A burning passion that lasts for all your life. Rebel snorted at these thoughts, since when was she so emotional. She was a fighter, she didn't sit all day and think about deep topics. Well at least not until recently. The banshee was so confused, she was at crossroads of her life. Which was why she had returned here. The temptress needed to talk with her sire, relive old memories, and try and remember where she came from. Her loyalties were being questioned, it was time to remind herself how much the darks had done for her. They gave her life, rank, and love. Much more than those bastard sun kissers had offered. And like that the shadowed lady was livid. Her eyes scanned the terrain for something to rip apart and destroy.
There in the distance was a small tree, practically calling to her. Her pistions carried her over the dying soil powerfully. As she neared the sapling, she turned and kicked out with surprising agility. The vegetation splintered and fell apart. Not nearly enough to quench her anger, but her next thought was. There just a few yards away was the spot she had died. Pistions carried the royal fem over to the spot before she was even aware of what she was doing. And then the tears came. Rebel cried and allowed years of pent up emotions to escape. She cried for not being there during Star Shadows last moments, for testing her loyalties, and for forgetting about her family and her past. Her legs sunk slowly to bring her body to the ground as she laid in the same spot she had lain so many years ago. The sight of her dam's frame was fresh in her mind. "I need you." Rebel whispered softly as a cool breeze drifted over her body in a caressing way. "I don't know who I am anymore or what to do. Why did you have to go? You were still needed." Rebel murmured into the soil, waiting for her dam's form to appear and guide her. She could bring her back, Rebel thought desperatly. But it was wrong, that was not the way life worked. What if Shadow turned out to be like Legesain, then she wouldn't have her mother back anyway. Just an illusion.
Another reason she needed a long talk with her father. She had a choice to give him and needed his guidance in return. She would tell him everything. Dancer was foolish for trusting Rebel with the infomation on her new power. Rebel would not feel guilty. What did the wench expect? For her to betray her own family. Something Dancer wouldn't ever do. Hope's Rebellion took a few long breaths and stood. She noticed the thick coating dust that hung to her coat. Her side went from black to light brown, it would have been amusing in any other situation. Rebel paused a moment, scanning her enviroment once more. There was no one in sight. She swore the dark lands were slowly dying, there was no activity anywhere anymore. Was it just a figment of her imagination or was Crescent Dream's population decreasing? Rebel shuddered at the thought. It was amazing how you could outlive grief, battles, and heartbreak only to have time get you at the end. No one could escape it and yet it wasn't the thing we all were afraid of. It was the petty things in life that knew just how to rile you up and make your world appear upside down. The warrioress wondered if she should call out to her sire. She decided against it, her scent would have easily carried out towards half the terra. No doubt someone would be rushing over to see the intruder. Unless the recognized her scent...then they would be rushing over for other reasons.
[.x.] Thunder ambled slowly over his lands, his piebald frame only just visible through the shadows of the trees. The moon drifted in and out of view, obscured slightly by the thin layer of clouds that covered it. A patch of mist slowly lifted from the great orb, and the titan was bathed in its cold, pale glow, putting him into full view for the first time. He was only a shadow of the stallion he had been a few years ago. Full of vigour, full of pride and arrogance. But not any more. Since his beloved mate Star Shadow had died, he had begun to see the world differently. He had changed, and he had changed for the better. He was alone now in his lands, the occaisional group of equines passing through for a few weeks maybe, and then leaving again, although this didn't bother him. The silence was his friend. It comforted him, and it seemed to assure him of everything he had thought about during the long, tortuous agony living had become over the past few months. Even his bantles had left him now. Colton appeared occaisionally, probably just to check whether his father was ead yet so he could claim the lands that would become his when he died. Tyabalt had only stayed with him a short while before she left to go gallivating off with some brute she met at Midnight Cavern. And Rebel, well.. she was a mystery to him. Out of all his three children, she was the one who intrigued him most. She seemed so powerful, so strong... and yet so vulnerable at the same time. She had been sent off to be betrothed to a young Neutral Prince, and he hadn't seen nor heard of her since the day she had left.
And so it was just him. Alone. Here. With just the silence as company. He passed a small thicket of trees, and with surprise heard the unmistakable groaning sounds of a falling tree. It was probably just one that was weak at the roots, he decided quickly, but found his legs carrying himself toward the noise anyway, to go and investigate the noise anyway. His more deeply rooted habits didn't disappear that easily. Softly spoken murmurs reached his ears as he neared the fallen tree, and he saw with utter shock that the dark form of his daughter was sobbing upon the ground. For a moment he thought it better just to go back, and to leave her with her emotions, but then he decided better of it. He hadn't spoken to her in a long time, and Thunder could guess that Rebel wanted to talk about something.
"Yes, she was still needed. And not just by you."
The Lord spoke softly into the silence, his voice straining slightly after months of being unused. A sigh accompanied his last sentence, the heartbreak still perfectly clear in his eyes as she was mentioned. He would never get over her - he knew that more than he knew that the sky was blue. There would never be another Shadow, and he didn't want there to be. No one could even come close to makng him feel like she did. And it seemed Rebel felt the same. She was here to talk about something, that was obvious, so Thunder settled down and waited for her to compose herself, wondering how long that was going to take. [.x.]
Harks pressed towards the new sound of hoof falls. Caught up in her own grief she had not recognized the sound of her sire approaching. Rebel quickly composed herself, but it was too late. The stallion had already seen her in her broken state. With a high toss of her cran she tried to regain the dignity she had felt she lost. The old Thunder would have jeered or appeared dissapointed at Rebel's softness. But as the old brujo spoke the warrioress realized the old Thunder was dead, along with his love. Her cran lowered a little as she felt a tang of pity and sadness. What had become of her home? She knew there were other brats, but they had scattered with the passing winds. The only one left was her aging sire. A cruel fate to be handed. Another wave of pity washed over her, but she didn't allow it to show. There might be a little bit of the old Thunder left, enough to become angered at her. Pride was something all darks tended to have much of. Her librims parted slowly, Rebel felt something needed to be said. "I'm sorry..." She said finally in a weak voice that betrayed her powerful appearance. Sorry for what? Years of silence between the two or for allowing her sire to rot away in his own home? After her dam's death Rebel had left to never return. She hasn't never even conversed with her siblings. True they are not her blood siblings, but Star Shadow saw a reason to love them. The silence grew slowly as the banshee watched the stag. She needed to get to the point, it was plain this was no time for making up. Perhaps there never will be. Only the weak voiced petty emotions.
"I need to talk, about my loyalty to the darks." Rebel said, her voice gaining strength with each letter. Finally the weak and unsure glimpse of the foal the warrioress had once been was gone and her usual self stood in it's place. Her eyes were cold from years of feud and anger, her body hardened to allow the creature to harbor such emotions. And yet, as much as she had changed, her father's change seemed more shocking. A toss of her cran was her only response to these nagging thoughts. All in the past, things change everyone knew that. Her voice was strong as it was heard a second time. "A light approached me the other day, seeking help." The banshee did not know why she had kept Dancer's alias secret but something told her that things would reveal themselves in due time. It was not a wise time to be putting her trust into an equine she had abandoned so long ago. After all, it seemed the only thing that kept darks going were old and useless grudges. The corner of her maw twitched slightly as she debated speaking once more but no sound came. She said what was needed, perhaps it was best to just wait until her sire spoke his part before babbling on about everything that clouded her mind.
She was speaking to the lord of the darks and if he knew about her thoughts of leaving her King his duty would be to turn her in as a traitor. A crime only death was a good enough punishment for.