Lonesome Walk|It is time|

[casia]

The obsidian ess walked sullenly through these hills. Her mind never left the thought Pride being gone. She looked back at her large barrel as she walked. It would be soon that this long awaited little one would be born. She gently nudged her barrel. She sighed and continued walking.

Voids grew dull, as she looked around this new land. She had not been in this part of Prides land before. This would be a good place for her foal to be born. She looked to her right there was Darkness there. She sighed happily and changed direction. She knew she belonged in the Darkness, and so did her unborn foal. She had turned Pride Dark before they conceived there child.

He will be a Dark as his father and I are.She spoke these reasuring words to herself as she drew closer to the Shadows.

[casia]

Ah. And so the time had come for the poor femme's child to be born. In these past few hours the ess had grown Darker it seemed. Her cold voids grew darker and deeper. Where was the feeling? Only pain and evil plots were visible. The vix began to sweat, she knew it was time. Although she wished it not.

Why now? Why now?

She screamed to herself. She knew that she was mad in her head. Insane if you wish. It wasnt her fault she ewas like this. If anyones it was Prides. She had once been happy, especially with him. But now she was having her foal, after such a long wait, and Pride had left her. There was the first one. A large shock of pain ran through her body as she was ravaged by a contraction. This was the first of many to come. As the pain seared through her she dropped her fore legs to the ground. Up. She told herself. Up. She rose from the sod and paced back and forth between two giant oaks.

Another convulsion passed over her. Throwing herself to the ground, where she stayed for a time as her body heaved with pain. Curse the world who had made her unable to tolerate pain such as this. Curse them all. They had made her soft with vision of love and and companionship. No, no that will all change. Her mind had returned to its true evil ways. These ways, they felt so familiar to her once the had returned. Yes, she knew how to act, how to feel, how emit pain upon others. She would teach her child her manner. Yes this child would be darker then she or its father combined.

Struck out of her thoughts by another pang. This time it was so great she called out. Her cry echoed through the trees, eventually being absorbed by their dark leaves. She strived to disburden herself of this mass wich had lay in her womb for such a time. She starined her body for all the pressure she could to push the foal from her bod. She was a sweating mass that lay on the forest floor.

Come child, come!

She seemed to demand this, as if the foal could hear her. Twisting her sweltered nape to look back, she saw the tiny muzzle along with the feet. Another great shove and the tiny bundle was up to the shoulders. The vix took a moment to breath before another contraction pained her. Yet again she persevered through it and pushed once more. Down to its flanks. Nearly there. One last single push amidst sweat and lack of breath the wet foal was born. Born! Finally.

A few hours later the colt was dry and up sipping milk from its insane mothers teat. The slight sign of gladness was visible on her facade. Such a mood had not been with this poor femme in a very long time. She looked down at her new born colt. Talon. Yes that was his name. A name of strength and power. He was onyx coloured as she and pride are. Talon...

The birth of Talon has signified a great day in the way of the world, merely for the darks of the land. Talon, His mothers glory, carrier of her burdens and pains.

[†Mundus†Panquitch†Darkness...†]

{It was a time for foals, a time for glory, a time for birhting of new life ont eh trees...and a life for a small Salerno colt. Mundus was his name, and that name would always stand with him and haunt others in years to pass...but for now, a joyful little being was here. In a comforatble straw bedded stall with his mother besides him to provide nurture and care.

A gust of fresh wind blew against the tree's limbs, rocking them back and forth as a mother would her child. A foul smell was now rotting the fresh air away.

A massive creature walked slowly along the tree line. He had caught wind of fresh placenta. Meaning new meat to feast upon. It was always wonderful to feel the new animal struggle in his mouth as the mother tried her d**n.est to free it from his clutches.

That wouldn't happen here. His bone nostrils also caught wind of a mare. A mare without any stallion scent on her. What was a mare with a foal without a male's stench on her? Surprising indeed, but all the same. A mare with a newborn.

He dragged his limbs crashing through the thicket, surely the mare would hear him, noone could not hear him. Unless he decided they didn't, but this was what he wanted, to be heared. The foal had the scent of just newborn.

It couldn't run at high speeds at this moment, chances would be easy for him to grab. Let the mother try with her fruitless antics of saving it by running away or fighting. He hoped she chose the first, it was always fun to watch the little one struggle for it's life in terror of running.

Let it know what It's like to see death in the face. Who knew, if he kept half of the foal's body intac then the foal would be infected with his virus...becoming more of his genes then his father's. The thought excited him and angered him at the same time.

[charhisma]

The ess had wandered in just like a listless vagabond. She was finding it hard now to accept the meaning of life and confusion was filling her skull quickly. Finally she was alone. As her paper thins inhaled the crisp breeze to confirm this she smelt a scent of new life. She looked below from her stance at the high peak to see an onyx hessian and her spawn. But as she turned to go to anoher terrain to be forgotten an odd orma filled the cadre. Once more her spheres glanced below spotting yet another equiss. This one seemed different though, almost dead? She couldn't explain this feeling but from the look on the brute's fascade made her want to cry out to the fatale and her foal to run or get protection. Anything practically but stay away. it was not fear this fealing maybe threat? Oh well the dame thought to herself if I let myself known I will find the brujo's intentions are. So her harks released a loud haunting sound as her voids watched the newcomer, waiting for his next move.

[casia]

She reached back and harshly showed affection to her new son, a rough nudge with her neb. Yes she would teach him well the ways of Darkness, and Pain. It was the only ways she knew. At one point she had nearly decided to become a light once more as she was in her younger years. That had all changed with this birth.

The colt lifted his poll, his dainty aurus flicked back. What is that? Silently he spoke to himself. Being new to the world who knew nothing. Not of good and evil, not of safe or dangerous. He heard a thrashing in amongst the arbors. He looked up at his psychotic mother. She would know what was going on.

Casia sent a reasuring glance down to her son. Although she herself was not. She heard the thrashing about amongst the trees. She smelt the horrid stench as it penetrated her nares. Her ears flicked about attempting to track the sound. What was this horrid stench she was breathing in? What was stalking her? She hid her fear well. Standing tall she nudged the beloved offspring close to her side.

Upon hearing the call of another mare, she became more worried. Where was D'art? Although she new she could fight she didnt dare risk it with this child. He was all she had to live for. But what if this assassin was after her and not her child. Then no matter if this mysterious beast killed her the child would eventually die either way.What a sad thought. The pang of sadness rushed over her.

Her own screech was emitted into the brisk air. She would be prepared for a fight if needed. Her bod was still slightly weak from the birthing, yet stronger with the growing Darkness within her.

[†Mundus†Panquitch†Darkness...†]

{Continued from Golden Valley in Sun kissed Hills, Lonesome Walk.}

It was a sunny day when he was let out, in the beautiful rich morning grass, with his mother set out not far from him grazing on his green bed. The bees whispered soft hums in his ears and the butterflies tickled his nose, little did he know that life as this would end soon.

The monster stopped, the wind now a soft gentle breeze. A sheirk had caugh this attention. Staring up, his eyeless sockets searched the treetops, then sprinted over the mountain peaks.

He caught wind of a new scent, another mare. But farther away, how far though? It didn't matter, he didn't have time to go and chase the pathectic living souls down. His thoughts were set out before him.

To be as a true dark should be, hunt the living breath of others. Whether it be of your own kin or allience, to gain power was to sacrafice other's lives. An dhe was willing to do so.

Prickly bushes slowly molded into his playdo like flesh, he could feel a stem poking his into spleen, pulling away. The branch popped out with a "blomp" leaving decayed remains on the plant.

A soft chuckle escaped his bone mouth, a terrorfing mouth, full of mostly canines...like a dragon. Clamping his exsposed face up, he stumbled clumsily through the rest of the brush. Before he had hit the end another peircing cry rang out in the open.

What was with mares and calling out several times at once to one another? Did they not think of giving away their position? Foulish damsels. It'd be almost funny to take the doves under his own hawk wing and teach them survival skills.

Mundus snorted, they'd never accept, and who knew if he'd allow them. They would think and be hauty with him and say that they already knew of survival skills. To them they did...but to everything else they didn't, so let them be eaten and killed...too bad he'd be the one helping the murdering.

With one last giantic leap of effort, he heaved himself through the last little bit of bushes, scarping his flesh along the stems.

He stood and looked back, half chewed ears tilted their way, he was blind but he already knew that part of his trail was left behind. Shaking his head he turned...

[casia]

Talon held close to his matrons side. What was happening. In the few hours of his life he had not seen his mother like this. Sure she was a rough old femme but now he could sense a slight tinge of fright. With this he too became apprehensive. His tiny arus flicked every whcih way as he heard sounds all around him. Especially the one ahead of him.

Hold little one, do not be fearful. Your mother will protect you.

Perhaps Casia would be a better mother then they all thought. The child smirked happily as its mothers kind, heart-felt words. Casia, still frightened, became stronger. She needed to be strong for this colt. None would take ihm or harm him in anyway. this was Casia's child. Casia the insane dark maiden. None knew exactly what was wrong with her. It began when Pride had left her.

Awaiting for their perpetrater to show himself they stood silent between those two large oaks, where Talon had just been birthed.


ooc|sorry this is a sucky post

[D'Artagnan]

Taking a post of great altitude as 'e was apt to do, 'is gaze fell immediately 'pon the ruinous walking equid corpse. A deep bellow rang across the land, sent forth from 'is thick golden hollow. 'Is aurous coat caught the light, gleaming with health as 'e descended the hillock at an easy treble beat. 'E was well filled out, hide rippling with the hidden spoils of muscle beneath. Truly the opposite of the living carcass that seemed to be emitting a stench of rotting flesh.

'Is attention was drawn to the newborn at Casia's feet. Ah, so she had foaled. 'E drew near to 'er and let out a string of words in a harsh whisper.

Casia, get thou gone from the radius of that True Dark's presence. 'E 'is a different sort of entity, one I do not suggest thou should mingle with. 'E hissed, pale orbs flashing about the terrain, taking in 'is surroundings lest 'e need the knowledge later.

'E had pledged to fight in Pride's stead, and here 'e was, perhaps on the brink of doing just that.

[casia]

Her aurus pricked as she heard an equiss approach. It was not the same large crashing sound yet she could tell it was a large beast. Seeing the lightened pelt she immediately new that this equid was no dark. As it came closer she recognized the beast as D'Artagnan. She huffed angrily. This was the worst time to disturb her. Especially since she had just returned to darker motives.

Talon stood at his mothers side, watching the approaching male intently. He had met no others in the short time he ahd lived. Going around the other side of his, already, beloved mother, he attempted to get a better view. Was this the one they had heard in the forest? Was this cream coloured equid the one they had been afraid of? Even in his juvenile thinking, he knew it not to be true. But still, was this a friend of his mothers?

Casia turned in reverence to D'Artagnan. Her cold voids grew darker, deeper. A dagger pierced deeply into the sod. Why was he here? She was able to protect herself. She had led herself from harms way so very many times that she had lost count. She had the battle scars to prove it. Hearing his words she gre more angered. True Dark? if this mysterious being was a 'True Dark' then what did her perceive her to be?

Although you may not know, I am extremely cappable of taking care of myself. Nearly my whole life I had to fend for myself with Jiri abusing me and torturing me, physically and mentally. You know not what I can handle D'Artagnan.

Her words were harsh and cut like a two edge-ed sword. She put such a mocking emphasis on his name she nearly surprised herself. Verily she was happy with her dark, hindering vocals.Yes, this was the true Casia. The one that had wished to rear its ugly head in this pathetic land of Lights.

Talon listened to his mother. Such harsh words she spoke. Why did she do so? Yet he still revered her. He would become like her. Yet he still did not understand where his father was. Was he not supposed to have a father aswell as a mother?

So Casia, in her insane state of mind, lashed out at D'Artagnan with words of enmity. And Talon, the neborn colt of Casia, wished to be as his mother was, and...Where was his father?

[Lakota]

Light ess trudged after D'Artagnan, Artemis by her side. Not of any dangers, did she know, but soon caught the scent of rotting flesh.

Artemis clearly did as well, wrinkling his tiny muzzle. He looked at his mother, making not one sound.

She looked at him with reassuring orbs, though her own heart was consumed in worry.
SHould she be here? Should she leave this place and return to D'Artagnan's lands? Where was D'Artagnan? If there was a rotting corpse nearby, who's was it? So many questions rang through her mind. But then she smelled the scent of a newborn. And this was not of her own. Had Casia been here, and had given birth?
She listened to the quiet of the forest, nudging Artemis to stay close.

He did. All these new smells did not present a good welcome to him. He didn't like being here.
Momma... I wanna leave. Where's Daddy?

Lakota looked to her son. She did not reply just yet. She wished he wouldn't have spoken, but of course, she forgave him for doing so. The simplicity of young ones. She smiled at him, then finally relpied.
It'll be alright. And yes, I suppose we should go...

Even though she was very worried for D'Artagnan, she knew he wouldn't want her to put their child in danger. Quickly and quietly, and with a heavy heart filled with worry for her love, Lakota nudged her little love gently towards the entrance of the Dark forest. She picked up her pace, Artemis following at a steady speed. He was very strong for a colt his age.
From his father, of course, Lakota thought, watching her son follow.

As they left, Artemis glanced back at the Darkness, wondering what it would be like to stay there. He liked the Darkness he had just been in, but not those smells. There was something there he did not know of... and it was evil.

Although Lakota would want Artemis to be a Light, she knew in the end it would be what she taught him, and what he chose.

[Twister]

A new equiss entered the cadre. Her plain garnet pellicle glinted in the rays of the sun that came through the canvas of the timbers. Through the edge of her spheres she caught sight of a fatale and her juane clten. The dame's pillars stopped in there movment to watch them leave what a cute sight the fawn and his dam were. Soon she would be like that. But the femmora also noticed a troubled expression upon the maiden's fascade. After the rest was taken she moved onward but was only greeted by an awful stench, seeming to come from a raw creature. Her paper thins breathed in the awful scent only making her want to turn back from the terrain immediatly. But her ungulas continued forward, even though the destination was not set. But the scent was growing stronger and so was her curiosity.

[D'Artagnan]

'E did not even flinch at Casia's harsh words, though they stirred some sadness within 'im. Aye, I know thou can cope, but t'would be best for thy heir that thou should remain unscathed. Despite 'is efforts, a strange mood overcame 'im. If thou dost not request my presence, I shall remove myself from thy lands and proceed whither I am wanted. 'E turned 'is proud roman visage away, pale orbs scanning the rise of the land for any sign of the rancid hellion. With a hearty snort to clear 'is passages of the unearthly scent, 'e willed 'is solid pillars into movement and made for the pass leading to 'is own lands.

[casia]

Did she want him to stay or leave? The lesser part of her wanted him there for protectiong, yet the darker part wish the fend for herself. Prove herself. She watched as he turned. She battled internally with the choices. Early she had wanted someone there when she had birthed, incase any hidden danger had revealed itself. She had gotten out of the birthing unscathed except for extreme exhaustion. Would she be able to fight if this hidden brute wished to?

D'Artagnan, just...just do not go far.

She could not look at him. She had been so intent to keep to herself. And now she had subtley asked for help. Her child would know no father. She wished this to come true. He would become as Dark, and Darker as she was now. Would it happen? Hopefully, and most likely considering his lineage. Upon the thought of her newborn she looked back at him.

He had the strong build of his father and her dainty Arabic head. He shared the colour of his parents. His dark brown voids were large and inquistive. Spindly legs were tall and thin as the ran down to touch the sod. His tresses, which was not yet formed, stuck staright up and in all directions. His banner was not yet a banner. It, at the moment, was more like an ebon broom. Despite his foalish downfalls he was a beautiful child. He was her child. She smirked at his silence. A good sign for a Dark child.

Talons bright eyes retirned his mothers endearing gaze. Although he did not know her all too well yet he loved her. He knew she loved him aswell despite the harshness of her tone which rang in each solemn tone of her voice. He watched as the Cream stag walked away. What had happened? Why had he left? So many questions were in this little ones mind. Perhasps his mother would tell him of the happenings of the land. He looked up and around them. There was Darkness all about. He could here the nearly silent whispers of the Shadows. Surprisingly it comforted him.

[D'Artagnan]

(see Fun in the Sun for the result of the battle)

Were 'e any less naive 'e might have felt used, but the scarcely tainted mind of a Light was his, and 'e did not stray from sight except for once, during which 'e visited 'is lands which required 'is protection. Not that 'e could travel far, for 'is recent injuries from the defence of 'is family against the coldblooded dark were most hindering. 'E leaned against a tree, keeping one forepillar from touching the earth.