Dimitri trotted into his home and sighed at the familar surroundings. Perhaps he should have never left. But then he would have never met her. But the thought that beauty was bearing his foal filled his heart with joy. He knew she had returned to the darks and deep down he knew she always would. He looked around him and half expected her to turn up any minute. But hoping was useless. he only hoped that Beauty was safe and cared for. He moved a clump of grass and grazed absent mindely.

The sun grew low in the sky and Dimitri looked up from is grazing and shook his carcass as the last rays of sun warmed his pelt. He turned his cran to the sun and squinted into the golden. Dimitri sighed, knowing that this was the same sun that was now setting on his love and future bantle. He smiled softly and looked around at the almost deserted plains. Dropping his head once more he grazed for a time until the last rays of gold were replaced by the blue of the night.

Amirah ambles boredly o'er the terrain of 'er father's land, 'er svelte ebony hooves leaving dainty impressions on the damp soil. 'He lowers 'er tiara as 'he walks to snip off a few of the nearby blades with 'er ivories, savoring the sweet taste of them on 'er palette. 'He finishes the mouthful of foliage, then shakes 'er cran, flicking 'er long silver and rose veil through the night sky, then lets it fall to cascade down 'er slender young nape. A bitter night breeze whips by 'er, and 'he dances with excitement as it bites through 'er ashen peach coat. Envigorated, 'he prances on the spot then bounds into a ground sweeping three beat, racing the gales up, down and o'er the rolling hills of 'er home, 'er daggers making an even rhythm on the sod. 'Er frolicking takes 'er to a grass filled clearing, dotted with the odd shade giving tree. 'He had seen this place many a time before, but never under the light of the lune. Amazed, 'er sight drifts o'er it, and 'he jumps with suprise when 'he catches veiw of another equine. 'He watches the other closely, and finally deduces that 'e was a stag from the way 'e moved and held 'imself. Curious, 'he whistles imperiously to 'im, making 'er way closer at a smooth trot. As 'he nears 'im, 'he recognises 'im as Dimitri, and 'er curiosity turns to disappointedment,

"Oh, it's only thee Dimitri..." 'He says to 'im, voice revealing 'er obvious dissatisfation. 'He would have liked 'im to be a stranger, a stallion to romantically sweep 'er off of 'er flints. Instead it was a familar stag that 'he had known for most of 'er young life, 'e had been a resident 'ere since 'he was only a little fawn. 'He flicks 'er cran, throwing 'er forelock to the side in slight annoyance, then looks at Dimitri inquisitively,

"What ye be doing out here? All alone, at this time of night? Are ye not tired?" 'He questions conversationally.

Dimitri, lost in his own thoughts, had not heard the comings of the young fae. It was only her words that alerted him of her.
He turned his cran to her, and took her form in, recognising the fae almost instantly.

Amirah, forgive me that I do not interest you. he said with a slight laugh, one which almost suprised himself. Though he had always had a wonderful way of concealing his inner most feelings. A smile flickered across his mug as he looked up at the deep sky and then back at the fae.
I could ask the same of you. It is not safe for a fae such as you to be alone at night in these times. he repiled, teasing her slightly.

"Oh, do not take it the wrong way Dimitri, 'tis good to see ye, it is just ye are not what I was hoping for." 'He responds to 'is first remark, with an apologetic look 'pon 'er features, 'er kissers curled up on one side in a cheeky grin. 'He laughs 'er soft laughter at 'is second, witty remark. 'E had always undoubtedly had one up on 'er mind wise, but it bothered 'er not, 'e was always pleasant to talk to.

"I sir, can take good enough care of myself." 'He whickers pridefully, puffing out 'er chest slightly and pullling 'er zenith skywards. 'He had lived barely two winters, but in 'er youth 'he was impetuous and bold. 'He lets 'erself deflate with a sigh, and then sets 'er gaze upon Dimitris visage,

"In all truth I was simply going for a walk, I could not sleep." 'He whickers, 'er pools bright showing that 'er inability to sleep was unlikely to change anytime soon.

Dimitri whickered at her response.
I do not doubt that you can care for yourself, Amirah. Not in the least.
he watched the young fae for a moment then smiled, flicking his banner slightly.
What troubles you so that you cannot sleep?
he asked kindly.

'He sighs and flicks 'er harks back momentarily in discomfort, and decides to tell Dimitri what bothered 'er, 'he did after all, trust 'im alot,

"It seems that all around me, there are others with their sweethearts, and I am still alone." 'He says sadly, 'er cran drooping a bit as 'he looks down to 'er own flints, feeling a bit embarrassed admitting this.

"I can't understand why stags pass me by..." 'He continues in the same sad tone, pausing to straighten 'er stance and pose elegantly in front of Dimitri, flicking 'er rosy grey banner across 'er lightly dappled flanks,

"Is there somethign amiss with my appearance? Yer a stag, and my friend, tell me honestly." 'He demands haughtily, 'er self doubt annoying 'er but still remaining there.

Dimitri smiled, but sensing her annoyance, forced his mug into a solemn look.
Raising his crown to a height he looked down on her.

You have come to the right place. For I, Dimitri, am the expert in excellent in faes. he said - his mug still solemn but his orbs reflecting laughter. He cirlced Amirah slowly and looked her up and down.

Well, your hooves are a little small... he began, looking down at her daggers, succeeding in not laughing. Your knees only a mite to round. You belly ever so slender. he continued moving his orbs up her bodice - his circling still continuing. I believe your boa to be a dash to regal... he said before stopping, facing her front on. Your cran just too elegant, and your orbs just a little too beautiful.

he finished, watching her gently, his facade solemn no longer but smiling gently. He would wait to see her reaction to his taunts - but there truth in his gestures - there was nothing about Amirah that would turn a stag away - they did not know what they were missing.

'He controls 'er desire to giggle at 'is teasing, for 'he knew that was all 'er was doing, and only responds when 'is analysis was finished,

"Oh deary me, is it really all that bad?" 'He whickers sarcastically, a look of mock horror on 'er pretty features. 'He wipes the look from 'er facade after a moment then begins to giggle fillyishly, unable to hold the laughter in any longer. 'He stops when 'he sees the sincerity on Dimitri's visage, and continues in a slightly more serious tone,

"So, in your expert opinion," 'He pauses to roll 'er pools and grin cheekily,

"There be nothing wrong with my appearance, hmm?" 'He asks, looking for a somewhat straighter answer than the taunting he had given 'er beforehand.

Dimitri sighed slightly as she giggled, glad she had not taken it words to heart as for a moment he feared she would. At her more serious tone his auds pricked and he watched her seriously.
Anything wrong with you appearance...he paused for a moment, a small devilish grin cross his face before he continued.
No there is nothing wrong. Nothing at all that you turn any sane stag from your company. he smiled gently, bobbing his head.
I am still here after all. he continued, raising his cran proudly.

'He nips 'im sofly on the blade for 'is playful teasing, but smiles reassuredly none the less,

"Well, thankye Dimitri. At least I know that there be nothing wrong with the way I look." 'He says, 'er usual boystrous confidence returning to 'er voice. 'He paws the sod energetically, demolishing a small, closed flower 'neath 'er small, round flint. Satisfied, 'he looks up to Dimitri again, a thought crossing 'er mind,

"Now, ye still haven't told me why ye roam my father's lands at this time of the night. Pray tell my friend?" 'He requests cheekily, flicking 'er banner coyly and dressing 'er features with a look of mock innocence.

Dimitri watched her for a moment. He wondered whether he should tell her, could tell her. Deciding it was time he let out the demons that were threatening to over take him.

There are reasons for my wanderings. I was granted a home here a time ago and travelled to the forests abroad. It was there I met someone. Someone who changed my life. But it was not to be. We were too different. From too different backgrounds. We parted and it pains me still to think of her.

he whispered softly, leaving out the most painful part of the story, hoping Amirah would not probe any further

'Er happy expression falls as 'e tells 'is story, and 'he looks at 'im apologetically,

"I'm sorry for bringing it up..." 'He say softly, looking down to the geo, gaze catching the small flower 'he had destroyed and 'he felt guilt for doing that to an innocent piece of foliage.

Dimitri smiled in spite of himself.
No, I feel better now that I have got it off my chest. I believe she is safe and well looked after. I should not dwell on such things.
he said calmly, his tone apologetic as he had ruined the fae's good spirits.

'He smiles slightly and nods,

"Well then, I am glad that ye have it off of yer chest." 'He says sincerely, before arching 'er nape downwards to snip at the sweet, dewy foliage at 'er daggers. Made hungry by the slight taste on 'er tongue, 'he grabs a large clump between 'er teeth and yanks upwards, suceeding only in having 'er ivories slip off the wet grass, leaving 'er tiara to fly up and bump into Dimitri's undermuzzle.

"Ow!" 'He yelps and recoils backwards, before whickering to Dimitri apologetically,

"Oh, I-I'm so sorry!" 'He says hurridly, taking a step towards 'im, wide pools looking neath 'is velveteen to see if 'he had injured 'im.

"Argh! I'm so clumsy!" 'He fumes angrily, still carefully checking 'im for harm.

Dimitri felt the thump of 'er tiara under 'is muzzle. As 'he dips to inspect 'im 'e smiles.
I am fine Amirah, really, no harm done.
'e said, touching her velveteen gently with 'is own in reassurance.

(sorry a bit museless)

'He smiles sheepishly and laughs under 'er breath when 'e touches 'er mug with 'is, though 'he did not really know why.

"Oh, good." 'He nickers quietly, giving 'is muzzle one last paranoid glance before accepting the fact that 'he had not hurt 'im. 'He takes a step back from 'im, and finds 'erself looking 'im over, and without even thinking about it, 'er mind begins to wander,

'I never realised how masculine 'e 'is... Handsome visage and kind orbs, and 'e is really very sweet heart-' 'He begins to think, stopping 'erself dead as soon as 'he realised what was happening. Panic flickering in 'er orbs, 'he slides back a little more, trying to conceal the thoughts 'he had just had. 'He tried to blurt something out, suceeding only in stutters,

"I n-need, to g-g-go, er, now." 'He begins, rolling 'er lanterns at 'er own fillyish behaviour, not being able to believe that 'he was thinking like this about Dimitri, 'e had been 'er friend for so long, always had been here in 'er father's terra. Trying to control 'er speech better this time, 'he continues,

"So, goodnight." 'He whickers nervously, cursing as 'he feels 'erself looking 'im over again, 'er gaze lingering on 'is pools despite 'erself. 'He leaps into a three beat and races off before 'e could get a word in, and finds tears pressing behind 'er lanterns as 'he realises that 'is heart belonged to someone else.

'Oh no! This is not happening!' 'He thinks as 'he runs off, refusing to let 'erself look back at 'im.

Dimitri raced watched her, a small smile across his mug. At her actions his orbs became concerned and his smile flickered. As the beautiful femme turned and three-beat away Dimitri glanced after her for a second, dropping his head slightly. His thoughts flicked back to Beauty, so far away. Yet something had made Amirah leave in such a hurry, and Dimitri knew in his gut why. With a sudden movement of his hooves, Dimitri bounded after her, his head not really knowing why.

Amirah! Amirah wait. Slow down!

he called loudly after her, his vocals, piercing the dead silence of the night.

'Is words reach the fae's flattened harks clearly through the still night, but 'he ignores 'im and keeps up 'er fleeting pace until 'is word echo so madly in 'er mind that 'he just has to halt. So there 'he stands, a bitter breeze caressing 'er, and blowing 'er veil o'er 'er sad oculars as 'he turns 'er tiara back to look at 'im. 'he shakes 'er dial softly, trying to clear 'er vision of 'er silken banner so that 'he could judge what 'e might do next. 'He sighs sadly as 'he thinks what 'e might say - "why did you run off?", "what did I do" 'he hoped, because this would mean 'e didn't suspect, but 'he knew that 'e did deep down. 'He cringes slightly as 'er mind keeps reeling. If 'e knew, 'he was sure 'e was going to say that 'he was too young for 'im, as their ages did differ a few winters, or that 'e still loved that other temptress too deeply still, or maybe that 'e valued 'er friendship and wanted to keep it that way. Worst case scenario was that 'he lost 'im as a friend forever, the thought of which caused tears to once again press behind 'er pools.

glad the young fae had stopped and turned to face 'im, 'e slowed down. 'is gaint soon resembled a walk as 'e moved close to 'er.
'e did not speak, for the words that formed in his box would either pain 'er or were too terrifying for 'im to utter.
there was no doubt that Beauty still held a piece of 'is heart, yet this young and vibrant fae, whom 'e had know for what seemed eternity had captured 'is heart this evening. something about 'er youth anf vitality had healed 'im, revived 'im and prevented 'im from walling in sorrow that had threatened to consume 'im.
no sure of 'is own feelings - or even how to convey them is 'e did, Dimitri stood silent before 'er, 'is orbs locked on 'ers, watching and perhaps even waiting for fate to take hold

They scared and nervous young femme looks back, 'er deep, soulful pools delving into 'is, trying to find some flicker of emotion that would tell 'er what to do. A voice of reason appears in 'er mind, and 'he can't help but listen to it,

'E called ye back didn't 'e? 'E knows how ye feel Amirah and 'e could easily let 'imself feel the same way...Little princess, take the chance and jump, if ye miss it is a long way to fall, but remember too that with great risk comes great rewards...

That gave 'er the courage 'he needed. Swallowing 'er fear and 'er shyness 'he stepped closer to 'im, touching 'er velveteen to 'is forehead between 'is pools and running 'er gentle touch smoothly down 'is visage to 'is muzzle, and 'he feels 'erself shiver. Feeling brave, 'he parts 'er soft, moonlit kissers to ask 'im the question that had been haunting 'er.

Do ye think ye can love me Dimitri? 'He asks 'im, 'er tone gentle and sweet, laced with a touch of fillyish sincerity and innocence.

At her touch the stag quivered. He looked at her, her glorious beauty only highlighted but the moon that flooded them with light. As she spoke he stepped forward - his orbs never leaving hers.
Amirah, you make my heart stop. He watched her for a moment - his dreambox reeling. Beauty had been a desire a coltine lust that needed to be fulfilled. Amirah on the other hand ignited into him a fire that burned deep into his very soul. It was Amriah with whom he was meant to be, Amriah who would recieve all his love.
I think i could find it somewhere to love you. he whispered softly, bringing his ever present humour into the situation. stepping forward once more, closer to her than he had even dared - he extended his mug and licked her cheek oh very gently.

'He giggles at 'is playfully humoured words and 'is affection, the soft lick tickling 'er slightly. Realising that 'he was being rather silly by giggling, 'he stops 'erself short. However, 'he was unable to halt the embarassingly delighted grin that was creeping across 'er librims at 'is words ringing gently in 'er ears. Never had 'he heard something that made 'er so happy - not to mention relieved. A nagging thought in the back of 'er mind pushes through,

Ye are too young for 'im It says, mocking 'er, but 'he disregards it totally when 'he looks into Dimitri's pools and sees 'im looking back. Feeling like 'he was on clouds, 'he presses 'erself into 'is warm bodice, 'is heat sheilding 'er from the chill of the night. Nuzzling into 'im, 'he speaks,

I'm glad, very glad... 'He responds to 'is sardonic statement, 'er voice somewhat muffled by 'is pelt.

Dimitri wickered and nuzzled her gently. Pulling her closer to him, he closer his orbs, letting the cool night breeze wash over him, and the beautiful scent of his love fill his nostrils. With a small whicker he nuzzled her once more, licking her neck gently.

***BUMP***

dimitri yawned as light gained on the horizon. he had no realised they had talked nearly all night. with another yawn he stretched out. trotting forward he shook his limbs. turning around he cast his gaze back to amirah and whickered gently.
my stomach growls. he called. lets find some breakfast.

(sorry its really bad - i just wanted to get it going again!)

OOC: It's fine, I'm so unbelievably sorry I've been so inactive... yr 12 this year so I'm limited with PC time. I'll do my best to reply as soon as I possibly can, that applies for the Samos and Koen one too - I have seen it, and I'll get to it as soon as I can. Everytime I get the chance to reply, I get kicked off of the PC =/

tis okay - i know how you feel - been there done that! study hard though - its all worth it in the end when you get the results - trust me!

The vixen flutters her lashes and smiles her sweet smile at the brujo, then nods once before prancing over to graze at his side, her flanks occasionally brushing his. Unable to focus on the food, she nibbles idly while she gazes sideways at him lovingly. Wanting to communicate her adoration she lifts her mug from the grasses and snuffs his cheek softly, nickering happily as she catches his familiar scent. Her audits suddenly flicker to the sound of quick paced footfalls, snapping her attention away from Dimitri. She looks tensly in the direction the sets of hoofbeats are ringing from - wondering who could be travelling so urgently at this time of the morn.

Hacer recognised this place, he had passed through here and found directions from a friendly brujo. It was a peaceful place and he hoped that all the Torns here were as kind as the stag he had met. His strong limbs carry him swiftly over fallen trees and through thorny undergrowth then as the border forest cleared, over the sweeping morning lit plains. The blessed stag looks over the terrain, his keen orbs seeking an equine, any equine, that might help him and his new family. Ah yes, his lovely family that followed close behind - his beautiful, courageous Dancer, and his adorable princeling Elessar. Then, down in the basin of the gently rolling hills, Hacer spies two equines standing together. They looked friendly enough. With a friendly whinny to announce his presence he slows to a two beat and strides over to them, dipping his crown in polite greeting when he stands before them.

'Lo there, my name be Hacer Segrado, though ye can simply call me Hacer if ye wish it. My family and I have a bit of a problem, and we hope ye can assist us. Where is the lead of this terra? He begins, making a bit of idle small talk until his love and their son arrive.

[.x.] Dancer wanders slowly through the terrain, long pillars carrying her slender, alabaster bodice over the geo with ease. Stopping often to admire the lush beauty of the lands, a smile plays upon the Princesses flaxen kissers as her gaze turns to the young, leggy frame of her dear bantle Elessar, so new to this world, and yet still so full of life and spirit. Stopping for a moment to crop some of the sweet emerald blades under her fores, Dancer turns and whickers for Elessar to catch up to her with a slight note of concern in her tones, anxious for him not to wander off, or fall too far behind. He is so vulnerable at this juvenile age, as she knows that young as he is, that will not stop Rebel and many other loyal followers of the Torn slaughtering him on sight if they catch wind of his identity. Her cerebrum jerks up as her keen sonar picks up the increased impulsion of Hacer's paces, and as he breaks into rapid four-beats, Dancer whistles to Elessar in her soft, sweet vocals and too breaks into a faster pace; although hers is slowed down to match the paces of Elessar. Careful to keep an eye both on Hacer and her coltine, Dancer is happy to let her love go on ahead, while she and Elessar amble on behind. Throwing her forelock from her deep amber pools, Dancer halts for a moment as she reaches the summit of the hill they have been climbing, and looks on to the lands afore her - gently rolling hills, dense, viridian clusters of pines and other foliage, and a great, glittering river that winds its silvery way through the terrain, cutting the lands straight through the middle.

Grinning happily in enthusiasm, exhilarated by the dawning of a new day, and the prospect of a new home with her and Hacer, Dancer whinnies loudly, her tones echoing over the hills and rolling plains, and toward the duo with whom her dear Hacer is standing. Lifting her fores off the geo for a moment in a slight rear of pent-up energy and lustre, Dancer embarks down the glassy verge with grace and elegance, her pillars lifting in a showy movement above the knee-high grasses, whickering for Elessar to follow her. Once she is back on level terrain, the Princess shakes her cerebrum, flipping her long forelock from her pools, and springs forward into a gallop, alabaster limbs stretching out toward her love, careful not to let Elessar fall behind. As she reaches the trio, Dancer manages to catch the last few lyricals of her dear Hacer, and smiles graciously at the two Torn's afore her, careful to keep her expression polite. Lipping Hacer's tassels happily, Dancer looks at the two and dips her tiara slightly, banners flowing in perfect harmony with her movement, rippling like a silken wave upon her curvature. As Hacer announces their predicament, she nods her cerebrum in agreement, and parts her kissers to speak her own greeting to the two.

"Morning to ye both. I be dubbed Moonlight Dancer, although Dancer is most preferable to me. And this be Elessar." She says, butting the little coltine affectionately with her forehead, straightening up and dipping her crown once again to the two, awaiting their response with interest. [.x.]

the sound of approaching flints jolted dimitri from his loved filled thoughts. He swung his bulk around, putting himself between the equine and Amirah. As the figure approached dimitri saw him to be a stag and stepped forward, keeping a distance between the brujas and Amirah if the belle who had caught his heart needed to escape.
He snorted, trying not to show his caution.
At the brute's lyricals, Dimitri stopped. he knew nothing of this stag, yet there was an air about him that made dimitri instinctively trust him. With a small sigh he let his lyrics fall.
Nightwish is the lead of these lands, what is your business here? he inquired, trying not to sound too sharp, yet enought to inforce his strength.

(crappy i know and i hope i got it right!)

Slightly imposed upon by the approach of another stallion, Amirah sighs in relief when Dimitri steps protectively in front of her. However, her feeling of vunerability fades as soon as this Hacer opens his mouth and kind, honest lyrics come forth. He seemed so friendly that he couldn't possibly be dangerous. Smiling slightly as he speaks she rests her tiara comfortably upon Dimitri's platform and day dreams until her father is mentioned as being the Alpha here, to which she just nods in agreement. She watches as the stallion's little family arrive, a femme and a coltine, each as graceful as the czar and smiles as she is wished a good morning.

Good morning to you too Lady Dancer, and to you little princling. She whickers politely in response, oddly trustful of these elegant strangers.

Hacer greets his love with an excited whicker and a tender nuzzle upon the cheek, and welcomes his son with a playful nipping of his ashen forelock. When the Torn brujo replies, Hacer's attention reverts back to him, and he nods as he responds.

Nightwish you say? Okay. Then what are the dubbances of you pair of kind and helpful equines? He asks, wondering how he might find this Nightwish and how he would receive them; welcome or no.

Elessar snorts indignantly at his sire's greeting then smiles and nips playfully back at his father's mug, before he stands quietly at his dam's side making sure to behave himself in front of these new equines. A pale moth flutters by his little velveteen, and he uses all the will power he has to not run off and inspect it, even though his curiosity begged him to.

Amirah could not believe she had forgotten to give her calling, and feels somewhat rude for neglecting the simple courtesy. Hastily she answers Hacer's inquiry.

I be charmed Amirah, and I am in fact Nightwish's only daughter. This brujo is Dimi- She says, about to introduce Dimitri when she hears a familiar call; an angry, familiar call. The scream of her sire.

Oh no... She whickers under her breath as hoof beats increase in volume signaling her father's iminant arrival. She looks at the strange family pleadingly, as if she was apologising in advance for what was about to happen.

He could not believe his pools, strangers in his territory! And here his daughter was casually conversing with them. This would not stand. Nightwish lets out a fierce scream as he lifts his bulk off the terrain to stand on sturdy hinds, before he comes to ground again with a thud of hooves on grass. He three beats down the slope, his muscular appendeges pulling his frame over the geo powerfully. He slows to a majestic, high stepping two beat as he approaches and snorts at Amirah and Dimitri, commanding them to leave.

He then turns his attention onto the strangers with a deep and peircing gaze that ripped right through them as he seeks their motives. To his confusion he found no malice or dishonesty in their pools, and noticed even that he had somewhat frightened the svelte coltine. Trying to mask the fact that he regretted being such a tyrant just now, he looks at the family questioningly for a moment before addressing them in deep, powerful tones.

Why are you here? He says simply, with tones that dared them to tell him untruths. He was so unhinged by the fact that strangers had come to his lands, what with his mate, Seasar, expecting another bantle, that he had reacted forcefully to the situation. Though he doubted it now as he was close to the stranger, they could have been spies for the wretched darks, or assassains. He was only protecting what he loved.

[.x.] Whickering lovingly as Hacer caresses her cheek, Dancer watches the other femme, noticing how she seems to be sheltering from her dear Hacer as though there is any suggestion he is going to hurt them. Catching the belle's eye, Dancer gives her a reassuring glance, as if to tell her there is nothing to worry about, and they are not coming to take her fathers lands. Nodding slightly as Amirah returns her wishes of a good morning, the enchantress laughs under her breath as Elessar refuses his fathers friendly gesture of welcome. Nudging him slightly with her tiara into a position aside herself, Dancer catches her breath for a moment as she sees the fluttering insect brush against Elessar's dial, hoping he isn't going to run off and get himself lost in this new terrain. The ittle princeling might act like he owns the entire world, but the truth is that he is still a coltine, vulnerable to the dangers of the bigger world around him. Breathing out a quiet sigh of relief, and also slightly pride as Elessar resists the temptation to dash off after the little insect, Dancer is happy to return her attentions back to the equines before her. She listens politely as the femme charmed Amirah speaks, and nods her dial in respect to the belle as she is informed of the fact that she is the daughter of the Alpha here. Looking to the brujo as Amirah begins to announce his calling, Dancer's sonar flickers and her tiara swings round in response to the apparently furious masculine that has emmitted the challenging call. Looking to Hacer once, and shifting her haunches slightly so as to protect Elessar from any harm, the Sacred Princess notices Amirahs apologetic expression, and realises that the brute now charging down to grassy verge in their direction must be Nightwish, leader of these lands.

Drawing herself up to a slightly taller height as the masc two beats imperiously toward them, she wonders why the devil he is acting like this. Hacer spoke of a kind and pleasant fellow who gave him directions to the Sacred lands, not the domineering brujo that is now surveying them with a gaze so deep it makes her feel like her very innards are being inspected by the Alpha. As his attentions turn to Amirah and Dimitri, and he commands them to leave with one powerful emittance from his vocals, she realises that Nightwish is just a worried father trying to do what he can for his family and protect them through these mad times. As the brujo meets her pools, she stares back for as long as he does, as if she is the one searching for any trace of dishonesty and the like in his pools. Her auds flickering behind her, Dancer senses her sons slight fear and confusion at the masculines actions. Turning to him for a moment and whickering in a conforting manner, telling him to not worry, she returns her attentions to Nightwish as he speaks in rough, angry tones. Looking once to Hacer, Dancer places it upon herself to answer Nightwish, what with her being Sacred royalty and all.

"Only to ask for your permission to reside here," she says, perfectly polite tones laced with a touch of authority as she explains their purpose for being here. Taking a breath, and casting a quick glance over to Hacer, Dancer meets the brutes pools and continues with her vocals.

"And not, to take your lands, and, as you seem to think, harm your family. We ask only for a home, that is all." she says, finishing her vocals, with a quick glance to Hacer, hoping she has said the right thing. Careful to keep her cran slightly lower than Nightwish's, she falls silent, and awaits a respnse from the brute. [.x.]

the flamed torn stepped back, only slightly, allowing Nightwish his rightful respect. He turned his cran ever so slightly to glance at Amirah. he gave her a small reassuring smile, though there was nothing to fear.
At the bella's lyricals dimitri threw a slightly worried look towards Nightwish. New comers were always treated with caution, even more so in this wartime. there was no room for ill judgement when it came to whom resided in ones lands. dimitri cast his orbs over the small family before them, slightly in envy of them. His gaze fell on the coltine and his thoughts flitted back to the past. Dimtri growed deep in his throat at the memories. he shook his cran firmly, successfully dislodging the images from his dreambox.

OOC: Hmm, Dancer and Elessar are both elsewhere... this fact annoys me...

Nightwish regards the family before him with a stern and wise gaze for a few moments, considering their request, before he turns to face Amirah and Dimitri to see their reactions to the newcomers. They seemed fairly at ease with them, as did Nightwish.
With a soft sigh he drops the sternness from his optics and shakes his crown gently, hoping that he was about to do the right thing.
Please forgive the welcome, or the definate lack there of. Newcomers to my lands are treated with high suspicion in these dark times, but you all seem sincere enough. He begins, his expression still showing a hint of wariness.
You may reside here as you wish, under the protection of myself and Dimitri. Can't have any little coltines under any threat now can we... He says with a friendly smile and a wink to the darkly dappled little bantle. Looking from the alabaster femmes pools then to the azure ones of the dappled stag he continues in a hushed tone that only the family of three can hear,
Especially if this little coltine is really a young Sacred Prince? He whispers in his deep, hoarse tones with a knowing glint in his pools and an ever so slight smirk on his ashen librims. They couldn't possibly have thought that he wouldn't recognise Moonlight Dancer! And her lovely lyrics, those of obvious royalty, had confirmed his first suspicions.
They must have thought I had been living under a rock for all of my life He thinks to himself with an inward chuckle.

[.x.]Dancer stares back at the brujo with her soft amber pools for a few moments keeping silent as the stag apparently sizes them up and calculates their risk to his family and his lands. Following his gaze as it is directed to the other two standing near them, Dancer sighs quietly and taps one flawless dagger upon the geo idly, as she waits for a reply. The sigh of the alpha capturing her attentions once again, the Princess drops her tiara slightly from its usual royal position in order to keep it at the same height as Nightwishes, if not a little lower. Shaking her elegant, flaxen forelock from her orbs, Moonlight Dancer smiles graciously at the brujo as she notices the suspicion has disappeared from his orbs. As he speaks, the Princess looks to Hacer happily and smiles radiantly. Looking once again to Nightwish as he leans in, she too takes a step forward, wondering what he is going to say. As he speaks, slight fear appears in Dancer's orbs, but then disappears again as it becomes obvious Nightwish has no intention of telling anyone else, not even his own daughter, of her identity. She supposes it is hard not to recognise her, what with her actions behaving as that of a royal, combined with her instantly recognisable frame.

A faint smile playing on her kissers as Nightwish looks at her, Dancer shoots a glance to Elessar with pride. Parting her librims to form words, the enchantress looks over to Hacer, giving him an encouraging glance, asking him silently to join their conversation too.

"Aye, that he is," the 'ess says quietly, careful to keep her tones hushed, in order to match those of Nightwishes. Noticing his smirk she rolls her opticals slightly and grins. Turning her attentions to the two other Torn equines, friendliness clear in her orbs, the alabaster vix moves toward them, looking back to Nightwish as he follows her back to the duo. His mention of the Sacreds reminds her of something he had said while welcoming them. Something about dark times. Casting a glance over to him, Dancer wonders whether they would be possible allies for the Sacreds. These equines seem almost as far from Cursed as she and Hacer do, and since their lands border on those of the Sacred, they would be perfect allies. Parting her kissers once again, Dancer speaks slowly, careful to get the wording of her enquiry right.

"Aye, those dark times you speak of are upon us now. If you don't mind my asking, where do you stand on the whole light-dark... thing?" she asks, pleasant tones laced with an enquiring nature. Looking to him good-naturedly, Dancer smiles reassuringly at Hacer and Elessar, awaiting his reply. [.x.]

Hacer is content to stand back and listen and watch the goings on rather than saying anything. he would only be repeating what his Dancer had said already, he thinks with a small grin. He nuzzles her platform as she begins to move, and then follows behind her, nickering to Elessar to do the same.

As pleasant as Dancer's question sounded to her, the very thought of those putrid, cowardly Darks caused Nightwish's temper to spike. Knowing that he shouldn't be harsh towards the femme, for she was only asking a question that was innocent far all she knew, he curbs his agitation and sighs, a soft snort coming from his nares as he tried to relax again.
Darks. They are scum. He begins shortly, his lyrics clipped from annoyance.
They make me sick with their cowardice and their lack of moral integrity. You will never find a brave Dark bastard - just an angry and arrogant one. He says, finishing his sentence in a very dark tone, his navy pools narrowed in distaste.

[.x.]Dancer turns her soft amber visionaries to Hacer as he nears her, accepting his nuzzle with a tender whicker emmited from he kissers. Watching Elessar for a moment, checking that he is not getting himself into some sort of mischief, the Princess follows Nightwish slowly to stand back with Amirah and the stag charmed Dimitri. As Nightwish speaks, Dancer notices the obvious agitation, realising that the Cursed are a subject she shouldn't get Nightwish started on. Good, then he is sure to oppose the alliance between the Torn and Legesain. That means she can maybe secure an alliance with the Sacreds, whom Nightwish seems perfectly happy to socialise with, and therefore fight alongside. Auds picking up his short, clipped lyricals, the femme nods her cran in agreemet with his lyricals. The Cursed's - bloody arrogant beasts with naught better to do than dirty these lands with their putrid filth. Dancer has yet to find a Dark with some kind of conscience. All of them are cowards - they will not stand and fght if they know there is no hope of a victory. They use their great size and obvious lack of respect for life against their enemies, after all, their fighting tactics are just charge at the enemy, then, when things get nasty, turn and run for the hills, then go crawl under the stones from whence they came. Just the thought of them brings a slightly disgusted expression to Dancer cran, feeling a growl rise in her throat.

Suppressing it, Dancer forces herself to listen politely to Nightwishes other lyricals, noticing the similarites in his thoughts of the Curseds with her own, and with the rest of the Sacred alignment. Actually, if she had no idea where she was, Dancer would probably think that this was Sacred territory. As Nightwish tries to relax, Dancer gives him an amicable smile as he turns toward her, his pools narrowed in obvious distaste as he describes his hatred. Careful to keep her tiara at the same level as the alpha's, Dancer parts her kissers to asnwer Nightwish in soft, gentler tones, hoping her quiet lyricals will calm the brujo.

"I know what you mean. They are all bloody cowards - and I await eagerly the day when we can send them all to the hell which spwed them out in the first place." Tossing her cran slightly to rid her orbs of an irritatng strand of her alabaster forelock, Dancer thinks of how to word her request. She doesn't want to sound too pushy, and she knows that one mistake could cost her the alliance. Nightwish is obviously a very cautious brujo, only doing what is right for his family, and she knows that persuading him to defy his own King, (and Legesain) and fight alongside other Sacred's, will be extremely hard to do. Meeting his orbs, making sure there is sincerity and repsect in heres, Dancer parts his librims and speaks to the czar carefully, tones slow and deliberate, sounding her request in a respectful way.

"Would that perhaps mean you would prefer to fight alongisde the Sacreds when it comes to the time of the battle?" an enquiring tone laces her lyricals, and, looking questioningly at Nightwish, Dancer hopes what she has said will at least make him consider the possibility of defying his alliance. Some might even call it betraying. But in these dark times, betraying is necessary to ensure what you love remains same. Dancer knows that only too well. [.x.]

Nightwish needn't think about her question, this was something that he had thought about at great length already. As much as he didn't want to betray he kind King, he could not bear the thought of his loved ones living in a world where Darks reigned supreme. Nightwish simply nods to the 'ess, his wise pools lidded as he performs what he knows is a sickening betrayal to his ruler. Nightwish thinks breifly about how Dancer is taking the idea of such a Blessed-like Torn. He knows his nature, and it would not suprise her to learn, he assumes, that he is in fact the son of a Light dam and a Torn sire. He is about to confirm his decision with a statement of allegience when his harks flick to another set of fast approaching hoof beats. A cold knot of fear forms in his stomach, and he hopes that the approacher isn't an unfriendly individual that had followed the Blessed family here with the intention of spying upon their business.
Hastily he pushes past the alabaster mare and the ashen colt with an alarmed essense to his movements. Hacer, sensing the lead's concern, turns to stand at Nightwishes side, and Dimitri follows suit, leaping beside Hacer to protect the bellas and the bantle. There they await the myserious newcomer, they flint falls drawing nearer and nearer...

Ice's pace was akin to the speed of a bitter Fall gale whipping through the leaves, her flints barely caressing the earth as she rushes for the border between the land of the Sacreds and the land of the Torns. She knew that Autumn was not far behind her, but she could not help racing ahead of him, taking the chance to indulge in the freedom of a good, long gallop over the vast, open terrain. She was not far from the border now, she could see the large stone landmark that indicated this section of the border. Slender and long limbs extend to their maximum, pulling Ice's lithe and strong frame over the grass carpeted terrain in massive lengths. Soon she had bolted past the marker stone and had a group of equines in her sight. To her horrified suprise, there was Dancer, in full daylight with a pack of strangers! The warrioress flicks her cran haughtily and two beats over to them in a way that was more efficient than it was graceful. Confusion in her optics she is forced to stop before a massive dark ashen stallion with wise pools and a mass of tresses adorning his nape and rump. Too wild looking to be a Blessed, too wise and noble looking to be Dark, and he had the presence to him to be a leader, she thinks quickly, and decides to herself that he must be the Alpha here. Under his powerful glare and stature, her confidence lapses momentarily and she finds herselfunable to say a word. Cursing herself for her sudden dumbness, she takes a step out of the brute space, jumps as he snorts at her demandingly and then finds herself listening out for Autumn almost anxiously. She felt like a filly underneath the dominearing stance of this stag - and she didn't much care for it.

[.x.] Dancer watches Nightwish with interest as he seemingly considers her request for allegiance. She knows it is a difficult decision for him, as his has his honour to consider as well as the safety of those he loves, which Dancer knows is essential for him to secure. His king, Blue Moon, has granted him a peaceful life within lands that he could take as his own in a moment, and Nightwish was going to just forget all of that and fight for what he believes in – that the Darks have no place in this world. Feeling her respect for him double in an instant, the Princess looks to him quizzically as she senses a movement behind her, and, turning round just in time to catch his nod, noticing the regret in his pools as he does so. Dipping her tiara gently to him in acknowledgment of his decision, the alabaster vix smiles amicably at Nightwish as he meets her visionaries. Awaiting some sort of vocal confirmation of what his nod has just told her, Dancer waits in silence, harks flickering slightly as she hears faint hoof beats in the distance. Discarding them almost instantly as just another Torn wandering the lands far away, the Princess returns her attentions to Nightwish, only for a look for confusion to cross her features as she notices how the lead has also noticed the flint-falls, and is responding to them with much more caution than Dancer is. Perhaps it is a good thing that Nightwish is so vigilant – that is probably why his lands have not been challenged for, and why evil has not yet managed to break through here.

Manoeuvring herself and Elessar quickly out of the way of the stag as he suddenly barges forward, Dancer too leaps forward to stand carefully at Hacer’s side, also looking out to the source of the hoof-beats, careful to keep Elessar within her sights. Noticing how the other masculine has moved himself to guard her bantle from any danger, Dancer flashes Dimitri a grateful smile, glad that she doesn’t have to keep such a close watch on the inquisitive little coltine. As the source of the commotion finally comes into view, Dancer breathes a silent sigh of relief as she sees it is a femme – one that looks strangely familiar, in fact. Taking a few steps forward, suspicious orbs straining to identify the femme before she gets any closer, the Princess notices the efficient movements of the vix, and the silvery dapples upon her pelt, and knows that it must be Icinnia, the Sacreds only real warrioress. Wondering what the devil she is doing here, and why she is on her own, the alabaster enchantress visibly relaxes, knowing that she will not be bringing danger or threat to Nightwishes lands. As the femme approaches, the confusion clear in her orbs, Dancer gives her a friendly smile, a soft whicker emitted from her velveteen in greeting. Taking one step forward to welcome the feminine, Dancer looks to the side quickly as Nightwish pushes in front of her to stop Ice in her tracks. Noticing how uncomfortable the vix looks under his piercing gaze, the Princess decides that she better say something to quell Nightwishes suspicions. Parting her librims, she addresses Nightwish directly, careful to keep her reassuring gaze on Ice as she speaks.

”Nightwish, your suspicious are unnecessary with this vix. She is the warrioress of my brother, and a more diligent and trustworthy femme I have yet to meet,” Dancer says, her twinkling gaze landing on Nightwish in assurance. ”Where is Autumn?” she asks suddenly, directing her vocals to Ice this time. It is not likely that Ice will be without her King – they seem to be spending so much time together nowadays it is doubtful that they have been apart from each other for a long time. Realising Nightwish has not yet said anything, she returns her gaze to him, hoping that he will not think she is a spy sent to gain information of their business.

Four beating lazily over the emerald carpeted terrain, Autumn is happy to let Ice bolt ahead and reach the Torn lands before him. He knows that she needs to be doing something, so he may as well let her indulge herself. Watching her receding frame with affection in his pools, the dappled czar increases the speed of his own paces, daggers making a tuneless rhythm upon the geo as they assail the terrain with ease. The great forest that covers most of his lands becoming sparser and sparser with every pace his takes, the Sacred King knows that he must be reaching the border to the Torn lands, and that of Tornado Plains, home of Nightwish. Sure enough, a few minutes later, he is upon the border, clearly marked with a large stone placed rather haphazardly upon the geo. Checking his paces for a moment, and drawing his cran up to a more reasonable height for one of his status in a formal meeting, Autumn arches his curvature and allows his ashen tresses to cascade down his nape. Bounding ahead once more, mirroring Ice’s path into the lands, the King pulls up sharply as he sees a group of equines standing a way away, Ice among them. Snorting in surprise as he spies the unmistakable alabaster form of Dancer, Autumn wonders what she is doing there. Standing aside her is a darkly dappled stag, another shorter brujo, and a rather wild looking czar with messy banners, who seems to be threatening Ice. He can just make out the form of a little coltine standing behind one of the stags, next to a femme who he assumes is its mother. Watching the goings-on with interest, the King extends his ambling pace to a three-beat, careful to keep his cran held at a height appropriate for a ruler, but a height that still shows respect to the others – most importantly Nightwish. As he reaches the group, the dappled stag becomes aware that none of them have noticed his presence – they are all too preoccupied with Ice. Nearing her silken side, brushing her belly with his velveteen as he nears her to inform her of his presence, Autumn catches the final lyricals of his sib, parting his librims to answer them almost immediately.

”Right here Dancer,” he says quietly, flashing her a brief, but also questioning smile as he meets her twinkling gaze. Attentions turning to the stag next to her, whom he has never laid orbs on before, Autumn can only assume that he is Dancer’s mate, or another Torn. Hearing a suspicious snort come from his right, Autumn turns his crown quickly to face Nightwish – the stag’s doubtful gaze resting upon him as he stands there. Remembering his manners, Autumn dips his crown respectfully to the brujo, parting his librims for an introduction.
Forever Autumn, King of Sacreds.” the King says politely as an introduction, careful to keep naught but utter civility in his tones until he deems it fit to do so. ”I take it you are Nightwish? ‘Tis a pleasure to meet you.” he says quickly – the powerful stature and the commanding presence of the czar quickly marking him out as the alpha to Autumn. Awaiting a reply, Autumn turns to the other equine here he knows (aside from Dancer) – Ice. Watching and hearing her fumble with her words under the piercing gaze of the brujo, Autumn is careful to keep his own stature and vocals perfectly composed, managing to keep his confidence in place under the brujo’s demanding stare. Wondering who the devil the others are, Autumn looks to Dancer questioningly, asking her without words what her purpose here is. Auds pricked attentively to capture his response; Autumn wonders how Nightwish will react to their appearance. He has heard from many that Nightwish is a pleasant fellow who dislikes confrontation, but his experiences of the brujo so far contradict that fact completely. Drawing his cran up slightly higher as a symbol of authority, Autumn chances a friendly smile at Nightwish, assuring him that he is no threat to his lands, or indeed his family. [.x.]

What is with all the intrusions upon my lands this morning!? They're usually so quiet! Nightwish finds himself thinking in annoyance as he looks down upon the frame of a pale 'ess with the body of a warrioress, and hears with attentive harks the approach of another alabaster equine, a stallion this time. He snorts in a manner that reveals that he is both concerned and overwhelmed. So many equines and so little knowledge of them on his behalf!
Thankfully, just as his irritation is reaching it's threshold, Dancer speaks up and tells him the nature of the femme standing dumbstruck before him. After inward debate with his own suspicion and a thorough inspection of the strange femme's facade, he decides to trust the word of the Princess. He softens his gaze and lowers his crown a fraction and begins to feel bad, once again, for being a tyrant. He gives the femme, who's charm he did not yet know, a brief apologetic glance and is about to excuse his behaviour when the strange, waxen stallion pulls up by her side. From Dancer's comments and the bucks formal introduction of himself, it is very apparent that he is who he claims to be. Nightwish shakes his cran lightly, purely to shake his feeling of being totally over bear-ed in his own home from his mind, then decides that it would be safe to drop his challenging stance.
Offering an apologetic half-smile to Autumn in return for his friendly one he dips his crown in recognition of the czars regal position.
It is a pleasure to meet you too, Autumn King of Sacreds, and Sacred Warrioress. My apologies, for the second time this morning, for the uncivilised behaviour and poor welcome on my part. These are dark times we are living in, and I cannot afford to trust strangers that intrude here. I have a family to consider here, like my young lady, Amirah. He whickers in an increasingly cheerful tone while still trying to use his best manners and language, his muscular frame relaxed and easy once again as he bends his nape to indicate his daughter.

Father! Amirah hisses in embarrassment at his reference towards her before turning her tiara to look at the terra awkwardly, pawing the dirt with a small, ashen flint, her apex now resting upon Dimitri's broad platform.

Nightwish chuckles quietly at his daughter's reaction. He knew that she was a full grown femme now, but she would always be his little filly in his eyes. Pulling his focus back to the business at hand he looks from Autumn to the femme whose name he still didn't know and regards her kindly.
I'm sorry Miss, I didn't mean to be a brute, but you must understand my caution. He nickers in apology. With a smile and a nod he looks back to Autumn.
So, to what purpose do I owe the honour of your visit, young Sacred King? He asks, slightly sarcastic, but in a pleasant manner.

Hacer is thoroughly relieved when the two arrivals are not ill-meaning strangers, and he sighs peacefully as Nightwish settles down beside him. The wild looking brujo was beginning to make his kind and gentle soul feel uneasy within him. Now that other conversation had broken out, Hacer leans over towards Dancer so that his velvet maw is close to one of her tapered, delicate harks.
I love you... He whispers gently. He hadn't had the chance to say a single word to her for a long while, so he figured that he'd take this chance and say something worthwhile.

Little Elessar was becoming very bored with this entire scenario, everybody, even his parents were ignoring him. The only one that he had gotten any attention off of thus far was the gigantic stranger with the kind eyes and the soft grin. Elessar decides in that instant that he quite likes that stag - or Nightwish, as everyone seems to be addressing him. He wanted some affection from his dam and sire, and so he prances over to them quietly, pressing between their frames and licking them upon the blade once each in turn. Content in the warmth of their barrels pressed around his little body, he lids his pools and begins to snooze, one flint lifted comfortably with only its tip touching the dull hued dirt.