Wandering the dark..

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh241/Sharri1111/5d3124ea-9911-4265-95d0-3941c60c71ef.jpg] Lost.. she wandered aimlessly through the land at night. Her sense of direction had always been horrible. She didn't know what to do except stop and rest, but it seemed to dangerous to stay here. She didn't know why but something about this land didn't sit well with her. She needed to know she was safe, she had to keep her young one safe. Even now she could hear his little hooves keeping restless pace with hers. She liked to look back at him every now and than and just remember he was there. Watching him stumble along was a joy like no other she had ever known. That sweet child like innocence as he carried on, sometimes struggling to keep pace with his mother but following her without cease was something that she couldn't help but admire. He was so young and everything he did made her feel happy to be alive. She would protect that no matter what the cost, for a child was the greatest gift the world had ever given her, and it was a precious thing not to take lightly. She stopped so suddenly that she felt the young child bump into her leg. She looked back at him to see him rattling his head about before giving her a blank look of confusion. The child's dumfounded expression was full of such raw emotion she couldn't help but chuckle before brushing her maw against his forehead lovingly. She returned her attention to the land around her, surveying the surface for a path in which to turn. Black. There was nothing around her that she could see. The earth was so dark before her eyes. She felt unsettled and moved closer to little blessing of a son feeling protective against the unseen creatures of the night and the foreboding sense of ill will that hung like a blanket covering her with a shroud of discomfort. "What is this place..." She whispered to herself as the atmosphere around her seemed to thicken with hate so profound and unprovoked that it made her stomach sink and her skin crawl. Then... -crack-. She heard a twig splinter. "Wh- who is there?" She asked in uncertainty. The thickness of the air made it hard for her to smell anything, perhaps she was simply imagining another presence.. Her muscles began to relax under this assumption than she heard the rustle of leaves, closer this time. "Show yourself!" She demanded forcefully her ears flattened tightly against her head that raised in a dignified manner. Her nares flared as she built herself into a more defensive position.

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Hope's Blessing

Poe trudged silently behind his mother. His features holding a constant frown as he struggled to keep pace with her. He refused to breath heavier than what was necessary, already at his young age he felt the need to appear strong and refused to show his weariness to his mother's eyes. He held his head high and lifted his legs higher than he needed to show a false sense of bravado. His ears perked up and his tail bantered about to and fro behind him with each bouncy step he took as he trailed behind her with the occasional stumble as his footing faltered. He stared down his nose so intently at his feet that he failed to notice when his mother stopped and he ran into her leg, almost falling over from the force. He stumbled to the side some before regaining his balance and staring at her dumbfounded as to why she had stopped so suddenly. His lip tempted to pout when she laughed at him but he preferred to look seemingly unfazed by the sudden humiliation. Who was she to laugh at him? His expression lightened with her loving touch and he snorted softly as if to forgive her for her earlier slip up. But even as he noticed that she seemed worried of something, he remained oblivious to any danger and simply stood at her side as she moved closer to him as though to protect him from an unknown horror.

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh241/Sharri1111/background-3.png] Daggers sliced threw mother earth so easily, the brute pasted back and forth. Towers pinned flat against his dail, he was pissed. Beyond pissed actually, due to the wickness of a wicked mare, a mare who was suppose to be the strong dominance had falling to birth. Birthing his own daughter, had killed the blackened mare. Nonetheless, leaving him with yet another brat to deal with. Just like Devi, that mare was suppose to be queen, was suppose to be beside him threw the chaos and she up and left, leaving his son, Ghosts Dreadsteed behind. What the hell was going on?, why was everyone disappearing. His mind pondered clueless, "sir.." a faded voice whispered, though never broke the Kings attention "King Lock, someone approaches" the shadows had finally whispered the secrets to their knight. A wickered smile curled upon his maw as he looked off into the distance "Intruder.." he whispered. Chuckling "a fight?. a brute wishing to have his head removed from his slimmered body?' oh how he hoped. He needed. He wanted! revenge, he wanted someone to hurt, decapitate. Someone to lash out anger upon "a mare....". without any more words said, the brute steamingly bolted. Thunder roared over the brute, the shadows had happied the brute, giving him news of pray. He was rather thrilled, oh goody. He would be able to take his anger to the next level, able to use her, beat her, have his way. Yes. Thats what he would do, he would punish the mare by his pleasurements and body weight upon her back, crushing her. Finally the volcanic brute came to a walk, the shadows hugging eveny inch of his figure, only a low glow of red remained. Optics scanned the lands, his chuckles echoed around. He emerged from the shadows "your KING!" he snapped at her question. Bodice glew even more the closer he got. Ready to pounce, it was til he was close enough. The brat behind her grabbed his attention, flared nostrils snorting smoke. UGH! he groaned within his own minded "The names GhostLock.." he hissed "and welcome to my lands, Terra De Felwood.". His attitude at changed, she wasnt a mare for pleasure, she was a light goody good hearted mother. And from the looks, the foal was rather young at age. Optics looked both over, awaiting her response. Knowing, shed become more uneasy as shed finally discover her path had lead her upon the darks.

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh241/Sharri1111/5d3124ea-9911-4265-95d0-3941c60c71ef.jpg] Terra De Felwood.. Ghostlock?! Her false sense of strength faltered momentarily as her mind grasped the full situation she had just found herself in. It didn't waver long however as her son bumped into her from the alarm of the sudden appearance. Strength suffused her once more to the core as she remembered why she needed to believe that she could overcome this obstacle. She had someone to protect, someone she loved, and someone she would see no harm come to. Her composure regained, and this time secured she turned her attention to Ghostlock once more. She eyed him over noting the slits of his skin devoured by flame and engulfed with fiery red lighting she assumed was from the core of his body. Heat radiated from him, enough so that she could feel the difference in the temperature when he approached. That must have been why the air was so thick. She tried to remember what she had heard of him. Whispered rumors of a stallion that had been dragged to hell and revived as the devils servant. Was he truly that evil? She could tell he burned with a hatred and an anger so profound that just feeling it upon her seemed to darken her heart to shades it had never before seen or known. Why was he so angry? What fueled his hatred to such a horrid degree that it burned the very fiber of his being? She dared not ask. Despite the frightening questions that built up inside her she remained calm and composed, refusing to allow the stallion to get the better of her, she would not appear weak before him, no matter how strongly he pushed her. "Hope.." She said softly but in such a manner that she seemed weak in his presence, "I lost my way." She said simply so that he knew for a matter of fact that she was not here for any reason other than she had mistaken her path.

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Hope's Blessing

Poe stiffened as his mother spoke into the night. Just when he started to relax his muscles, a shadow lept forth, bringing with it such heat that he stumbled in the midst of the presence and fell against his mothers leg using it to steady himself. He looked upon the tall dark brute who lived and breathed of fire. His eyes stared most curiously, his head cocked to the side with that child like innocence that betrayed his youth.

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh241/Sharri1111/background-3.png] He held in so many problems, questions, irritations. But seemed to have pushed them aside as he listened to her. Optics watched her actions, protecting over the foal like a lioness. hmm he thought, he was curious to just how far he could push her, bodice gracefully moved in as strong pistons carried him in circles around her, mind pondered. He was coming up with something, something rather clever, at least he wanted to. "so you lost your way?" he asked curiously. The mare was a good lookin trophy, something he wouldnt mind holding around in the lands, but GhostLock was unsure of how he'd feel taking in a nearly newborn as a prisoner as well. As he awaited her response, the scent of another was slowly approaching. He groaned, it was the little brat, Devi that Fire had left for him to raise, optics rolled. Finally!, it hit him. The brute over looked the two once more, she held a foal, by herself, nonetheless her own foal. Which meant she was a milk carrier. Devi needed food, Devi needed someone to watch her, all be damned if anyone believed it would have been him. My boy smiled "how do you feel bout foals?" he asked her. If she was indeed a milk carrier then shed be his prisoner as a Wet Nurse someone to take the loan off his shoulders for a while, and look after his daughter. Well, honestly response wasnt that important. He had figured out a position to keep her as within the lands. .

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh241/Sharri1111/5d3124ea-9911-4265-95d0-3941c60c71ef.jpg] She nodded silently to answer his question. She never had a very strong sense of direction, getting lost seemed to be something she was good at, let alone in the dark and the fog that haunted this forest. She felt her body tense and stiffen as she watched him move closer. Her heart quickened but she held her ground, refusing to give into her fear, for her fear of harm coming to her son was something greater than her fear of this brute. Her ear twitched in annoyance eyes narrowing as she tried to figure out what malicious thoughts were plowing through his mind. 'How do you feel about foals?' her ears flicked once more as she listened. Her heart sank and her strength faltered once more. What was he asking? Was he trying to take her son? The protective stance over her son seemed to grow as she lifted her head into as threatening a position as she could without provoking him. "If you mean to harm my son." She said leaving the consequences to his own imagination. He may be stronger than her but when it came to protecting a child, a mother could grow four times her own strength from adrenaline alone. "Children are something to cherish and I would not stand idly by while one is to suffer, especially if it is to be a child of mine." Her lyrics were no longer the soft pleasant sound that she was used to hearing, in fact her voice had been filled with such venomous outrage that she almost didn't recognize it herself. She held her position, he would gain no ground on her. She was a mother, strong, loving, protective, and when need be, stern, that's what it meant to raise a child and she was not about to slip. She would see her son live a full and happy life, she would see him find love and have children and be far more successful in his life than she had ever been in hers, because that was the life she wanted for him. That was the kind of mother she was. [word count - 353]

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Poe felt a pit of unease filling his stomach as he watched the large stallion move about them. He felt trapped, like a caged bird that would never fly again. He wished he could understand what they were saying to one another, why his mother's voice had taken an edge that he had never before heard, and why... why did he have such a terrible feeling that something was horribly wrong? He only hoped that in this, his instincts were simply failing him and he had nothing to worry about. Unfortunately, this hope was of little comfort to him as his heart seemed to double in speed.

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Devi was growing bored, and tired of her fathers attitude towards her.
She was hungry but she had sedated her thirst with blood, speaking of which her black daggers dripped
with fresh blood from the recent kill of a small rabbit. Her maw was also covered and dripped blood as her tiny daggers moved her across the lands following her father. She came to a stop wrapping the shadows around her she watched the mare. Her red orbs then moved to the colt. And she watched him.

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Hope's Blessing

Poe looked into the darkness. He felt the presence of another but he saw nothing.. Nothing but shadow and... wait. A flicker of movement? Was it just his imagination? His ears flattened. He took a shy step away from his mother careful not to make noise that would draw her attention as he looked out into the darkness. His eyes shifted, adjusting to the dark, but still he saw nothing, no matter how hard his little eyes strained. It was dark, quiet, and even though he felt so certain that there was someone else staring right back at him, he could not see who it was. He shook out his mane and slowly returned to his mother's side, just as carefully and quietly as he had left it so as not to draw attention to himself. His ears pinned as he listened to his mother converse with the stranger, but his eyes never left the dark as he remained alert and cautious of the unknown.

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Devi smirked as the colt felt her presence she watched as he came closer to her but still could not see her. She wondered if she should scare the brat. She thought for a moment, and circled around so she was closer to the colt and his mother. She was going to have a little bit of fun. Devi flicked her ears back and let out a low creepy moan. She pranced sideways and cackled, and then she snorted and some small flames erupted from her nostrils.

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh241/Sharri1111/background-3.png] Awaiting upon her reponse to his question, nostrils filled with anothers scent. Optics rolled it was the foal, Fire had dithed upon the upon the brute. This was why he was so pissed off, why he was hotheaded more then ever. He didnt like the foal no more then the foal liked him. He needed, he wanted a break from her. It was hell enough with Dreadsteed, speaking of him. GhostLocks attention broke from the mare, looking towards the two foals, he snorted harshly. Lips parted, calling out to the boy, Ghost shook his head. Something wasnt right with his son, there was something either going on or the boy was weak and ill.... Turning his attention back towards the mare, he chuckled "calm down tiger" he growled. Walking towards the side, he allowed the mare to have a rather good look at his daughter, Devi "I asked due to that" he hissed harshly once again, he was noticeable he was irriated along with tired. The mileage upon the brute was slowly caught up to him, his herd was falling apart. The mares were birthing and dying, his son was missing.... What more could possibly go wrong? "I need a wet nurse.. someone to take care of the brat of a daughter. Her mother just passed" He would await for her response once more, unlike he really wanted to, but the thought of it was nice. He needed the time to think, attention turned to look at the foals once more, snorting. What was so great bout brats?. They were needy, clingy, helpless... Yet GhostLock was spreading his seed like no other, maybe. Just maybe he needed time away to clear his mind. That was it, once he found a wet nurse, he would go to his place and think of what he was going to do to bring back the lands of Terra De Felwood . Word Count: 331

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh241/Sharri1111/5d3124ea-9911-4265-95d0-3941c60c71ef.jpg] Taken aback the femme paused as wandering orbs lay to rest upon the wicked flicka. She could not in good conscience leave her in this state. Even if she found some other means of survival no foal could live long without the sustenance of a mothers milk, nothing else provided the protein and nutrients that would allow a foal to grow until it reached an age in which it's body could learn to digest grass. She snorted nares flared as they took in the young ones scent. She could already tell that the little one meant trouble by the way she was picking on her son. Her ears flattened as taunted him, she would do well to keep her distance with a protective mother near by. Ears flattened as the child cackled, funny was it? She was positive that her son would be able to take care of himself against the little brat but she didn't like the thought of her tormenting him either way. Still... To leave a child without the care it's body needed, was to condemn it to a slow painful and sure death. She might as well kill it now, which she obviously wasn't going to do. She continued to watch the two foals. Perhaps it wouldn't be too terribly bad, for all she knew accepting the task was the only way to get out of this situation without being taken by force or being slaughtered on the spot, even if she could allow her son to escape it would have to be at the cost of her own life and that would only lead to the same death that the filly would suffer if she were to decline. In this light her options were simple, save them both, or kill them both and herself. The answer was obvious. "What is her name?" She asked simply her voice returning to it's former likeness. Soft and silky barely louder than a whisper but audible all the same. She knew her answer although she did not voice it just yet. She didn't want him to get high and mighty thinking he had put her in a state of vulnerability. No. He would get his answer soon but first she wanted answers to her questions. "Obviously I cannot risk my son's life for her sake, if my body become too weak to produce milk enough for the both of them I will easily choose the life of my son over her. You may kill me than if you wish but it won't change my mind should such a thing happen." She stated calmly as she continued to ponder conditions. "Also, when the time comes that she can survive on her own I will be allowed to leave with my son." She said. Her terms were simple and he wasn't really in a position to say no to her so she was certain that he would have to agree, the only question would be if he would uphold his word. [word count - 499]

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Ears pinned as the filly let out a low moan. He snorted and raised his head as she cackled and danced away. Who did she think she was? Did she really think that he would be scared of such childish antics? He let out a soft short laugh "ha" with that he turned his head flashed his tale and walked in a calm circle around his mother before rubbing his head against her leg to scratch a spot on his forehead between his ears. He glanced at the filly who now stood clear before him and his mother next to the stallion who spoke with his mom. She could attempt to torment him all she wanted but in one glance he could see clear as day that she was an inch and a half shorter than him and no doubt a good two or three months younger. He rolled his eyes. So a brat then? Nothing more than an annoying prick in his side. He wouldn't allow her to get the best of him, oh no, he was much stronger than that. She could try her best but in the end he had made up his mind that she would just have to suck it. Something about her pissed him off. Maybe it was her confidence? Perhaps that fact that she seemed to be such a menace but no matter what he was a stubborn little ass and he would not let her gain any ground, he had the same stuff his mother did, an that was the courage to stand against anything and everything that threatened him, no matter what or who it was.

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Devi did not show a reaction when she realized he was not scared, she just pranced over next to her father her ears perked forward as the two adults spoke. Red pupils looked around with boredom, The blood was drying to her daggers, and it was starting to cake her ebon muzzle. The filly was black, but she had blacker markings on her, and her mane and tail were blacker then her body. She also had a black patch on her side. And four black socks. She may be younger then the boy but she already had a taste for blood.

Devi heard the words that her father used that he needed a Wet nurse for her and her ears pinned back as the mare said that she would give it a shot, but if she grew to weak that she would choose her son over Devi. Well the little witch didn't want a light hearted mare as a wet nurse. She shook her head and snorted. She watched the colt moved around to his mothers other side and scratch his head on her leg. She bipped her head up and down in agitation at the thought.

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh241/Sharri1111/background-3.png] Towers switched back and forth, the brutes actios seemed like he wasnt paying any attention to her words, yet he was. Mind pondered, the brute did not take being told... likely at all, nonetheless, the rise of heat from his bodice only showed it triggered his attitude. He was king, ruler, god... of Terra De Felwood. And though he was well known to be a gentleman and a man of his words, the thought of the mare coming upon his lands, upon his grounds and demand to leave when she so wished... Only irritated him. Here he was giving her a spot within royalty, were no other would be allow to taunt or touch her nor her precious cargo and she was being demanding. The sound of daggers grinding together echoed threwout the small herd as he stood There. His mind pondered, was his daughter worth it?. Worth being told and demanded by a light... by a nature lover, a weak one.. Was she even worth his time to spend keeping his words upon the mare?. GhostLock growled, he wasnt happy. Not happy at all, the fact she had stated she would choose her son before his daughter wasnt the issue. The demand, and as he thought about it more and more. The more his temperature rose with heat and smoke, my boy let out a groan, mind still pondering the thought " her name is Devi.." he hissed with irratitation. The brute swiftly moved towards the mare, muscles danced oh so handsomely beneath his ebony cracked pelt. Circling her, he looked the mare up and down "sounds like you arent as confedinct in yourself as you seem" he snapped, he continued to circle her a few times "you walk upon MY lands, upon MY battle field, and demand to leave whenever you pleased?" he asked, though he wasnt through. His temper was started to sky rocket "I percent to you a place to call home, a place where no other can taunt or touch you and that gift you so call him. I give you a rank above any others, a duty in call of a mother?'... nostrils snorted "and who are you to demand me?., take the part, and you and the boy can leave when the time comes He wasnt finished talking, he would add more the moment he got the temper down, there was no need into being hot headed with the mare, she was simply..... scared? and protecting their lives. " you and your boy will be held with pride, untouchable as long as you both shall reside here" he was finally finished talking. The mare had his word, for now. As long as she did the best she was able to do, as long as she did her best to keep his brat under control and off the verge of death. Optics looked upon the mare once more, what the f*ck was going on with the mares nowadays, whatever it was. It wasnt safe for GhostLock to be around, arching his nape he awaiting her response. .

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Devi listened to the adults talking, she watched her father move towards the mare since he was losing his temper, she smirked slightly, so the colt was not scared of her. That would have to change. She was growing bored and then her ears perked forward as her father said her name. She narrowed her orbs as the mare agreed to be her wet nurse, she flattened her ears flat on her skull and stomped her black daggers into the earth scortching the earth where she stood. It would take her some time to warm up to the mare before she even considered nursing off her.

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[atrb=background,http://i258.photobucket.com/albums/hh241/Sharri1111/5d3124ea-9911-4265-95d0-3941c60c71ef.jpg] She didn't react when his temper rose. In fact, she didn't seem affected by it at all. She knew he couldn't touch her as long as she was needed so she remained silent as his temper raged into an uncontrollable inferno and stood still with a passive expression as he danced about her in a fury. She didn't care that she had managed to push his buttons, in fact a part of her took pleasure in it. She may be a light but she was as strong as any dark and stood firm holding her ground. When he finished his fit and started to calm down. She simply raised a questioning brow almost as if asking if he was finished. She nodded calmly as she listened to what he said about her and her son being protected in his lands til the time they would leave but said nothing. She looked to her son who looked back up at her with young eyes full of promise and she smiled. "Deal." She said simply without taking her eyes off of her son. She reached down and ruffled his forelock and than looked back to Ghostlock. "I assume we are done here. You seem like you could use some rest." She said simply and then turned to look at Devi. "Devi," she said simply. "don't think I haven't noticed that you don't seem fond of me, I don't expect you to care anything for me at all, simply see me as the thing keeping you alive. You may have your fill and when you are finished I will keep my eye on you as I have been told but don't expect me to take interest in what you do." She said flatly and than relaxed her muscles her hind leg moving further from her foreleg for if the child wished to feed and than turned away from the child not caring if she wanted to nurse at all. If the child was as stubborn as she acted than she doubted there was much else she could do to persuade her to feed and she wasn't going to attempt the impossible. [word count - 357]

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Poe snorted as Devi pounded into the dirt with her hooves. Childish brat, he inwardly scoffed. It's not like he had to like her though. He was just annoyed that he had to share his food with that brat. Where was her mom? Why did he have to share his? Oi. This was not going to be fun. He hardly took pleasure in the thought of living here but he trusted his mother. She had never steered them wrong before and he knew that she would never put him in harms way or in a situation that was too much for him to handle. He would just have to trust that she knew what she was doing.

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