Title: The Leaving Song
Description: Avendia & Zephyr
equinebabe - April 20, 2008 05:30 AM (GMT)
The mare was miserable. The little Arabian did not remember her first pregnancy being this difficult. Her belly was huge, much larger than when she'd had Aidan. It was not possible there were two foals, or was it? It could've been the fact she didn't want the foals that made this so much harder. And the fact she was a couple years older. Or that they were some bastards and not her dear Illishar's. A single tear spilled from her orb as she knew she could not return to him after this. Not if she were going to take care of this bantle.
Her legs gave out before she could make it too far into the terra. Pain surged through her body and she grunted as she rolled onto her side. Her eyes rolled back with some fear that she might die in the birthing process. It wasn't a common thing but it was known to happen to older mares. A shrill cry escaped her as pain coursed through her body again.
An hour or two later, two identical foals lay beside Midnight. Midnight struggled to stand and looked down at the twins. They seemed to be in good health. She checked them over for any deformities but could find none. The weak mare nuzzled each one before encouraging them to stand. One was a filly and the other a colt. They would be named Avendia and Zephyr. The thought of Aidan filled her mind and the mare silently wept, she couldn't face him or her lover again.
Aalaya - April 20, 2008 05:39 AM (GMT)
The dark king made his way through the terrain. The war was approaching faster and it was time to make statements to his enemies. He would start with the ruling lords of the lights. Their families would not be safe. Then he would weed out the weak darks. This new generation had no room for the weak, only the strong. Legesain had been following a mare in particular this night. He had kept this from his mate. She had given birth recently and if she had known she probably would have been upset. Legesain would kill the mare before she gave birth that way things didn't get messy. The blood red stag made his way through the grassy plain and luckily didn't have to go far. However, once he reached the femme he discovered he was too late. There beside her laid two foals already. He snorted slightly but stayed on course. This had to be done. The stag came to a halt a few feet away, his cold gaze remained on the femme. He parted his librims slowly as his voice was heard at a low snarl.
"Well what is an unprotected light doing here all alone. A very dangerous decision."
equinebabe - April 20, 2008 05:48 AM (GMT)
The snarl of the behemoth behind her made Midnight flinch the slightest bit. Towers pressed back to her head as she spun around the face the demon. She'd had enough of these bastards and this time wouldn't give up so easily. Surprise showed in her orbs as she looked at the crimson stallion. It was Legesain the Dark King. What was he doing here? Her eyes narrowed slightly and she moved to stand in front of her foals. It was still instinct to protect them from danger. Her vocals came out low and quiet but the supposed respectful word was emitted as a snarl. He apparently did not recognize her as a dark, that was his own stupidity.
"Do not be so quick to judge milord."
Aalaya - April 20, 2008 05:55 AM (GMT)
The king stepped forward until he was only inches away. Her comment was amusing and he could have toyed with her for a while before taking her life. But honestly, he didn't have the time. Shai'tan was at home, possibly sleeping. But if not and if Legesain hurried he might be able to make it back home in time to spend a few moments with his new son. This was when Legesain knew he was cold. Here in front of her bantles he planned to take this wench's life and without another word. His eyes began to dilate as he reached out for her soul, drawing it to him. In a few moments the process would be done and the mare would be dead. But what to do with the bantles? He could leave them here or kill them himself. But neither would hurt nor benefit him. Perhaps he could take them home. Who knows, they could be molded into darks.
OCC: eghhhh no muse whatsoever!
equinebabe - April 20, 2008 06:09 AM (GMT)
"Avendia and Zephyr, go hide."
Midnight called quietly to the newborns. They seemed confused at first but Zephyr was quick to take charge and nudge Avendia away from their dam. Although she was weak, Midnight stood face to face with Legesain. Truth was that she was a little frightened but who wouldn't be when faced with the immortal king? Her body began to feel strange and she couldn't stop whatever the bastard was doing to her. She tired to look away but could not. It only took a few minutes. Her eyes became soulless and her legs buckled under her, her corpse falling to the floor. There was one final sigh before her body became lifeless.
Saregona - April 21, 2008 02:29 AM (GMT)
A wench stained the hue of dark bloody mahogany strode across the short, spiny grass as if in a dream. Images of a bay stallion floated across her mind without her consent, and this both pleasured and irritated her. A look between a smile and a sneer played on her velveteen as she forced her crown into more useful thoughts. The subject was one that no equine these days could ignore. The inevitable war. Tybalt knew that the great battle, the final battle, was coming - but she did not know her place in it. Usually so stiffly loyal to her kind, she did not admire this feeling of wanting to abandon her King that grew everyday within her. This shifted her thoughts again. Legesain, her supposed sovereign, a twisted being that she despised and worshiped all at the same time. She hated his methods and his, she thinks with a roll of her eyes, fiercely arrogant demeanor. But he was her ruler, the one Dark King, and for that her allegiance was automatic. Well, it should be automatic.
She shakes her head as if to send all these confusing and frustrating thoughts flying from her, more content this time to think somewhat more uninhibited thoughts about that dark bay stag. His name was Blood Sovereign, he was new to the land of Dreams and he intrigued her in a way that she had never encountered before. As soon as she had bumped into him in the Dark Cavern, from which she had left not long ago and meandered here, the vix had noticed several things in him to be admired. All obvious striking physical points aside, she admired his pride in himself, liked the feeling of slight domination within his powerful presence, and she had decided that he was of a more noble breed of Shadowed equine than most of the filth around here. In some ways his inner strength reminded Tybalt of her dam who, in Tybalt's opinion, was one of the greatest equines to ever have humbled this world with her presence. Star Shadow had always hated Legesain, hated him to the core, and she fought the urge to do something about it for her whole life. A life that was cut horribly short by a mere trip...
Tybalt had caused her adoptive dam's death, a fact for which she can never forgive herself. She remembers it vividly in her moments of solitude, a hot summer's day, dry and bright. It was her mother's, Shadow's, favourite weather that was such a rarity in their home the Bloody Basin. Tybalt had wandered away from her sire and dam, and had almost caused her own doom by being so close to walking into a copse inhabited by a pack of rabid wolves. Shadow had seen her just in time to bolt towards her, calling at her to come back. Tybalt remembers her most terrible memory... beginning to prance back to her dam, seeing in surprise her dam lose her footing, and hearing that horrible SNAP! That sicking crack that had stopped Tybalt in her tracks, to watch her mother die of shock where she fell.
Tybalt realises suddenly that she had stopped dead beside a forest out side of her thoughts also, and notices too with terrible shame that sweat of fear dampened her pelt, and tears slipped from her pools. In an effort to distract herself from her embarrassing release of emotion, the femme holds her crown high, occulars scanning her surrounds. She very soon realises, with a pang of annoyance, that she has wandered somewhere completely unfamiliar to her.
You were supposed to be going to the Basin... She hisses to herself, feeling her temper rear a little. Tybalt hated losing her bearings, and hated it even more when she was, as she is now, completely lost. The mare paws the ground viciously as her head swivels here and there, looking far for something remotely familiar on the distant lay of the land. Loud approaching rustling and the sound of a distant meaty thud sets the mare's harks into action, both twisting to catch the noise, her tiara and occulars joining them seconds later. She was apparently not alone. Forgetting that she was lost and knowing with horrible coincidence to her memory that this forest could contain dangerous beasts, Tybalt stands with her body tensed and ready for a fight - her dam couldn't come running to her rescue this time.
Status: Done
Words: 744
Starring: Tybalts Angel
OOC: That was longer than I thought! =O
Aalaya - April 27, 2008 02:57 AM (GMT)
Pricked sonars caught the femme's pitiful words. The bantles would be all too easy to find. Still, he had not come here to harm them. Legesain's guess is Illishar didn't even know about his new additions. Illishar hadn't even dared to venture into the lights land since that quarrel with Autumn. Illishar was foolish and hasty. The brute thought he could stand a chance and he might have, had he not ran head first into the whole ordeal. Legesain now planned to use Midnight's death to spur Illishar into another hasty battle..with him or any of the darks. Yes, the lord of the lights had not returned home in a while, but he would eventually. And it wasn't the lord of the lights in particular that Legesain was interested in. After all he was almost sure that Illishar's bastard had already claimed his spot by now. No, what Legesain was looking for was a reason to fight. If he could get a pawn to attack one of his loyal followers he would have the reason needed to declare war upon Autumn and destroy him once and for all. But this would all come later. Legesain tossed his cran as his eyesight returned back to normal. His gaze drifted downwards to where the wench now was collasped on the ground. His gaze drifted to where the foals had ran off. What would he do with them? Legesain saw no gain in killing them. He decided he would keep them. He could have Kasumi feed them until they began to feed upon vegetation. No, Illishar would never have the chance to be with his offspring, for they would be in his enemy's ward. Legesain's pillars carried his frame a few steps forward before the wind suddenly shifted. Nares flared as he breathed in the scent of another. The dark king turned quickly to meet the eyes of another femme. It was one of his own and she didn't look to be in foal. "What is your business here banshee?" He hissed cautiously. He wasn't sure how the mare would react if she had seen him kill the sun kisser in cold blood.
Saregona - April 27, 2008 10:36 AM (GMT)
.:TybaltsAngelDARQ:.
.:Flames; an angel wreated in fire, come burn with me, I'll take you higher:.
Tybalt felt numbed for a moment. Of all the things that could have emerged from that dark forest, it was him. Legesain. Her whole body was locked, in fear or nerves she did not know, as the enquiry bled from his lips. Unsure of what to do, and how to answer, she decides in a whip of a moment to simply respond truthfully.
"M'Lord, I'm afraid that I… s-simply lost my way. I-I don't even know where I am, let alone what business I might have here..." She stammers out lamely, feeling her stiff frame relax somewhat as she explains herself. Her curious and quick mind tempts her to throw the same question back at the King, but she was wiser than to give into the desire. Though, she allowed herself to wonder inwardly why a stallion, with his Queen and new brat at home, would be wandering. With a sudden sickening feeling, Tybalt remembers the heavy thump she had heard, just prior to the stag’s emergence, and every facet of her instincts were suddenly screaming to her that something sinister had just happened here, making her coat prickle uncomfortably and making her tension rise again. She hoped that she was wrong, but the immortal's cautious air almost confirmed her theory, and Tybalt started feeling fear anew. The femme knew her anxiousness must have been showing, after all she might have caught the Dark King in a murderous mood, and that was fair reason for concern. Despite her nervousness at this surprise encounter, however, the vixen's ever present temper couldn't help but rear it's head - her many clashing opinions of the King wrested all sensibility from her mind for the moment, and it was pissing her off. With a soft snort, as if to dispel some of her growing frustration, Tybalt resigns herself to observing the King, too unsure of his intentions with her to chance anything else.
Status: Finito
Words: 319
Starring: Tybalts Angel
OOC: I don't like this post... I was so distracted while doing it... If it's doesn't strike any muse in you, I can redo =P equinebabe - May 22, 2008 02:55 AM (GMT)
The foals were barely 20 minutes old and were already orphans. Avendia was hidden behind a bush. Confusion swirled in her mind as she watched her dams lifeless body fall to the ground. Who was the male that attacked her? There was something about the crimson colored stallion that made her skin crawl. The russet colored filly ignored her twin brother's warning of a nip as she emerged from the bush. Her head tipped to the side a little as she stared at the massive brute, hardly paying attention to the other mare. Her nares flared and she let out a small shrill whinny.
Zephyr had this automatic instinct to be wary of the brute. He didn't think that the beast was their sire but he was unsure. When his sister started walking toward the stranger, he reached over and nudged her rump. He pinned his ears and attempted to stop his twin from going to the red beast. His ears stayed flattened to his skull as Avendia let out her shrill cry. The colt leaped out of the bush and ran to her side, stopping slightly in front of her. Almost like he would try to protect her from Legesain.
OCC: sorry, I have absolutely no muse.
Aalaya - June 17, 2008 04:21 PM (GMT)
The stag watched the mare as he awaited a reply. He shifted his weight before returning his attention to the femme. He didn't have all day. Already he had stayed too long. Kasumi would be wondering where he was at. He wondered a moment how she would react if he returned with foals in tow. His attention was stolen away by the lone wench once more. Legesain tossed his head, she was lost. He had been interrupted by only a wandering wretch. "The dark lands are in that direction." Legesain said, moving his gaze to the west. It was then he noticed how late it had gotten. The sun was dangerously low in the sky. He glanced at the two bairns. Perhaps it would be better just to leave them here. Kasumi wouldn't be pleased with the unexpected company. Not when she is in charge of protecting one young foal. They weren't his anyway, just the spoils of war. Still these brats were half dark and it would be such a waste to let them die here. Eventually they would be useful when they were grown. Lost in his thoughts Legesain temporarily forgot about the fem. But after a few moments the King noticed that the intruding presence had yet to make it's exit. His cold gaze turned back to the wench and he suddenly noticed just how nervous this banshee was acting. Legesain was suddenly alert. If that was one of his own then why would she show so much fear? She had yet to do anything to darken the King's mood. He suspiciously gazed at her, this time waiting for a response to his earlier words.
Status: Complete
Words: 270
Starring: King of the Darks
OOC: Egh kind fell flat at the end, sorries