Darkness Hangs

[marlenasu]

The ebon brute entered the shadowed terra. It did not bother him by any means, he enjoyed the darkness, it is where he was meant to be. His brawny ebon piston carried him easily over the harsh terrain of jagged rocks. He was bred for this. He shook his fine Arabian dial vigorously. Wroth began building up in him for no reason.

What an unusual feeling?

He absentmindedly spoke to himself. Yet beneath the words he enjoyed it. This feeling of anger livened him, awoke him.

[charhisma]

The dame slinked into the terrain unaware of the others presence. She lowered her chrome leviator as her ivories cropped on the emerald blades that dotted the sod. She needed to think things out alone for a while. Maybe she should forgive that hembra for her deadly stunt, yet her kin hadn't pleaded for it nor even asked. But her own was no better, maybe even worse. Well only time would tell if she would play the game Silverado did. Only time...

[marlenasu]

His large bod trembled at the feeling of anothers presence. The anger that dwelled deep within him began to rise. He turned to look upon the intruder.He snorted and shook his arch nape, sending his ebon tressles askew. Why did he anger so quickly? He was never like this before?

[charhisma]

The ess awoke to reality. She had made her decision and t'was a hard one, but she had made it. Yet she still felt uncertain about what it would hold. Would Silverado remember her? Would she repent? So many questions were echoing in her skull, so many that wouldn't be answered until Silverado answered them herself. As the hembra raised her leviator her lenses caught sight of of an obsidian brute. He seemed outraged about somthing. Her guess was as wild as yours but could only believe that she was the cause for his discomfort. The dame planted her flints in the sod as her almost onyx spheres stared into his.

[marlenasu]

Mist began to roll onto the rocky plain. Barely able to see the hessians bod any longer he emitted a shrill cry.It was neither a challenge nor a welcome, but merely a warning. this was not his land, this was a public one. He was unable to run any equids from it.

He stood his ground, attempting to view the femme through the fog.

|ooc:grrr sorry lost my muse at the end there|

[charhisma]

The dame's pistonites remained planted in the sod. She would defend her stance. But as the fog entered the realm the onyx hellion became only a dark misty figure. The ess's audditives caught the brute's warning call. The uncertainty of weather she should reply or not swept over her but her decision was quickly made. The hembra's velvetine mug soon released a haunting reply letting the brute know that she would fight in defence if needed. Her spheres looked right at the blurry brujo awaiting his next move.

[marlenasu]

Carbon quickly passed his nares in annoyance, yet a smirk grew across his ebon mug. Astrong one. He attempted to make out her figure in the misty shadow that enclosed them, but no luck.

Why do you stalk me femme?

He inquired with a smirk, daring to take a few quick steps forward. His harks were perked eagerly awaiting her reply. Angrily he shook his small obsidian crown as the fog seemed to grow thicker.

[charhisma]

Thy is afraid that thy must correct thee, brute. Thy was just entering the terrain because all equiss' are welcome here. But if thou thinks thy knew of thou presence thy did not. She hissed as her lenses sought out the hellion's outline. But the fog was rapidly growing thicker and the shadowy figure remained. Oh well. The ess already knew that the hellion was probally onxy or atleast very close to a russet obsidian. And he was undoubtfully a dark, the hembra could easily tell. What is thou cursing, virile? The wench questioned. Although it was common for brujo's to ask this question first she didn't care. She would ask the questions not any other equid.

[marlenasu]

My name is not one that you will know. None know it but me. Perhaps if grow to know you any better then My secret will be yours.

He smirked slightly as he spoke. His vocals had the sound of mockery yet all he said was true. Yes he had changed his name when he came here to Debon Aire. It was for the better. Although he had been very well known where he had come from before, it was not for reasons appreciated. He had not meant to do it. It had been an accident.He hung his dial slightly lower to the ground as he thought of the past.

Looking up at the mere outline of the femme once more he awaited her vocals. He had not spoken to anyone, let alone and ess, in a very long time. Perhaps almost four seasons. Yes that sounds correct. his life had been dull and hurtful and harsh as he had traveled here.

[Sinistra /darkness claims me/]

The fog parted briefly to allow the passing of an aristocratic figure, the gentle thrum of 'er daggers taunting the silence that engulfed 'er. She drew 'er scorched pillars to a standstill 'pon the crest of the terrain, voids picking out the two figures below.

'er tainted velvet released a shirll melody, both terrible and beautiful. Sinistra haunted the lands once more.

[charhisma]

Then what would you want to be addressed by, brute? She hissed a smirk on her velvetine mug. The dame's Auditives picked up the call of another shortly after her comment was made. But since the fog had thickened at the area the sound had started at she could not see it's owner. The fatale then recognized the voice of the pest she had met recently, her membranes exhaled sharply knowing the vix that had recently entered would not be able to hear from the stance she was at.

[marlenasu]

Aman will do, foolish essa.

He hissed through the darkened shadows. Aman, yes. This would be his name in this land from now on. He had already told the other ess that this was his name. So why not tell them all. Upon thinking of his newly aquired name her heard the calling of another. By the tones the melody belonged to a dove. He had met only femmes in his short coming here. He looked for the owner of the feminine calling, but yet again could only see a faint outline. If only these shadows, this fog, would be burned away by the hidden sun. But no, of course the sun on this day must be burried behind the dreaded clouds. No doubt he loved the darkness, but he would very much enjoy seeing his perpetraters.

Harks pinned as he listened for more speach from one femme and perhaps another calling from the other. Would he receive either? true, he had not returned the cry of the unknown essa but possibly she would call out again. He wished learn the alignment of both of these fatales.

[charhisma]

The only fool is you, Aman. She spat. Suddenly her dark mood had risen sharply like the peak of a mountain. Maybe being around lights had caused something of their ways to shed on her. But now it had dissapeared to her stronger callings. The ess, unlike most equids, chose to be a dark. She had no obsession with the past believing that it would sculpt her future. Her reason was simple, she wanted to be a dark and that was that. The hessian's desire though was a strong as any. Maybe stronger than most. The femora's spheres of almost onyx bared into Amal's. Yes the darkness was more powerful than before, and soon it would be more powerful than all.

[marlenasu]

He laughed deeply at her words. Him a fool? Not at this moment, no. Perhaps in his past he ahd been foolish, actually it was for sure that he was foolish. His past was full of foolish mistakes and pathetic ideas. Ideas that turned on him in the end.

Believe me femme I am no fool.

He walked towards the voice of the spirited essa. stopping before he came too close. He did not know what to expect from the unpredictable femmora.