Smoke-wash'd czar embarks with a confident step through th' lands. As 'e casts 'is orbs upwards to th' swirling myriad that signalled th' coming o' night, 'e extends 'is paces so that they reach three beats. 'is ashen daggers swallow th' terrain, as long pillars carry 'im o'er th' terrain easily. Pulling to a halt 'e tosses 'is tapered crown and flicks 'is tattered whipcords o'er 'is flanks idly as 'e allows 'is newly claimed wench to catch up. Awaiting 'er arrival, flicks an audit, and then parts 'is librims to call for th' who calls 'imself King o' this hell. Awaiting 'is appearance, swishes 'is flag o'er haunches to rid 'imself o' an irritable fly 'pon 'is haunches.

The pale rose demoness three beats in after 'er master, 'er sonars suddenly flattening as 'er nares catch the scent of many other equines that had been here, so many of them with such a weak dark aroma. 'He slows to a halt and 'er critical gaze flick about the terrain, 'er expression changing from a scowl to a demonically delighted smirk as 'he likes what 'he sees, from the dusty, bare hearth, to the vermillion stained waterways and themanically twisted boughs of the lifeless, sickly looking botany. 'He lashes 'er whips voilently, striking Sombra 'cross 'is stalwart hindquaters and shooting 'im a cheeky glance out of the corner of 'er eye, and coupling it with a wicked side cocked grin. Awaiting the arrival of the one's 'e had called, 'he flicks 'er dark chestnut veil in irritation, trying to rid 'er forelock from 'er vision. With an artful jerk of 'er tiara 'he suceeds in forcing it to remain 'hind 'er right pool, having it cascade down 'er shapely cheek. Now content 'he stands quietly, shifting 'er weight to take it of 'er left hind and allowing it to rest, only the tip of 'er small flint touching the geo.

Jezebel wandered over the barren terrain. `er tired pools took in the vast geo `round `er small bodice. `he had trouble resting and had left the foals while they were playing. They were old enough to be on their own now and `he need not worry about them. In a year they would all be leaving home to make their way into the cold and unfriendly world.

Jezebel stood `pon a small hill, perhaps one of the highest points of the flat terrain, looking out as far as `he could see. `he stood peacefully and siloently musing about life, about how things were unfair and how every good thing seemed to follow with a horrible thing. Jezebel sighed softly so that only `er sonar may pick up the interference in the cold breeze. `he maw turned upwards to greet the sky, night woud be `pon them soon. `he turned to make `er way back to the cave in which `er young resided until `er returnth.

Jezebel stopped in `er course as `he heard in the distance the cry of another. Friend or foe `he could not tell but `he decided to investigate just the same. `he had yearlings that `he needed to rpotect. `he turned `er frame `pon `er haunches, galloping towards the source of the outburst. `er thoughts wnadered to Tocker slightly, wishing somewhat that `e was here. Yes `he could take care of `erself but it was always comforting to know there was a stag looking out for ye nearby. Jezebel went faster as `he saw two figures not far from `er. `he drew to a halt a good distance away, not trusting the intruders. `er gaze turned cold and untrusting as `he stuided them, looking for both strengths and weaknesses in them.
"Who be ye and what be ye business on my land?"
Jezebel sneered with no mercy hinted in `er verbal attack. `er daggers rested lightly on the geo in case they may need to spring into action.

Atra watches the coming of the belle with dull orbs, 'er sonars pricked fowards to hear the beats of 'er flints 'pon the sod. After 'he speaks, 'he realises that 'he was the owner of these lands, and so 'he dips 'er zenith in a respectful gesture. 'He rather liked this terrain and wished not to be denied a home here because of behaviour. 'He snorts and looks to Sombra, waiting for 'im to speak to the dark 'ess.

'e stamps impatiently at th' delayed appearance o' both 'is wench and th' King. Giving a somewhat pacified sigh as Atra appears beside 'im 'e nips 'er gently in welcome, and parts 'is cursers to give a harsh snort. Resting 'gainst th' trunk o' a scorched pine 'e looks up at th' pallid silhouette o' th' lune idly, awaiting th' arrival o' th' King.

Growing more and more irritated 'e paces back and forth, never one for waiting. As Jezebel arrives 'e presumes 'he is th' Queen. Remembering that 'he 'is 'is Queen 'e dips 'is crown to 'er somewhat reluctantly, not really wishing to acknowledge any as 'is superior. Realising that Atra was not going to speak 'e parts 'is charcoal cursers.

'Lo 'o noble Queen 'e says, realising 'e does not know 'er cursage. Dipping 'is crown 'gain 'e continues 'is request.

I, and my wench Atraceado (sp?) wish to reside within yer abode. I can assure ye that we are true cursed ones, not like th' pitiful imitations ye find ever more at this time 'e hisses, 'is tones slightly politer than 'is usual clipped snarl.

'He hisses deeply under 'er breath, then nods 'er crania once in concurance to Sombra's curse, and looking with dark pools to the royal bytch 'he parts 'er pale librims to voice 'er agreement.

"Aye M'Queen." 'He growls shortly, feeling that the situation required no more pointless utterances. Words, in 'er belief, pailed miserably in comparison to actions, so 'he was often quiet. Others would come to learn that the more silent 'he was, and the more reserved 'he seemed to be, the more they should be cautious of what 'he was up to, for 'he is a very intelligent creature who thoughts were always devious.

A dark figure made his way up the landscape, as he neared the sun allowed the others to veiw his skin more clearly. The mascu's pelt looked as if it had been stained with blood itself, his eyes to match

OOC: will modify later, it's really late and I need to get to bed.