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[Tazzin]

Darkness fell quickly as the brute made his way across known lands, the none marked brute walked gently, muscles danced beneath his widely broded bodice. Nape arched, as nostrils went to work, it had been years, approximately five years since he step foot upon helladius once more, his herd lands over taken by some b.stard, all the lights and neutrals seemed to have been running around... freely, free willed, and happy going. All this nonsense made the boy sick to his stomach, snorting. He came to a hault, there he stood, within the gatherings. Mind pondered on his next move as electric blue optics scanned the lands. Other equines stood not afraid, but yet smiling, dipping their crowns within his presences. Of course though, what dark would have the positioned electric blue eyes like him?... This was only one of his gifts. Standing a good seventeen and two hands, the brute looked like a tower, towering over most that came even close to him. But he didnt mind, it gave him more power. Shaking out his mane, lips parted. Lungs began to fill up as he took in a deep breath, within seconds the air escaped into the atmosphere once more as he let out a deep, lowered call. Calling all and any, he'd play his card games if a light so happened to answer to him, other then that. He'd allow his true nature to take over....

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She almost laughed at the thought, or perhaps he could have before she had ripped him limb from limb, his features now bore into the ground so indistinguishable that even his closest relatives wouldn't recognize him. It was all that a sick creature of the light like him deserved, thinking himself high enough to try and breed with a mare of her level. He was in way over his head, and she could still taste his blood on her lips while it lay there still beneath her daggers, just thinking back to that thrilling encounter sent a shiver of excitement up her spine. Oh how she dared any other light stud to try and have their way with her, she would dance the dance till they lay breathless at her feet. Tossing her mane she cleared her mind of such thoughts as she ascended the hill. The blue moon casting an eerie light upon the white sections of her hide that seemed to glow in contrast to the deep black that stood at it's side. Her green eyes peered out from underneath her black and white hued forelock as she gazed upon the gathered horses from her perch. She saw little of interest. All seemed quiet as each mare or stallion was consumed by their own conversations until suddenly a piercing cry rent the air with calamity. Audlete's swiveled upon highly held cranium detecting the direction from whence the sound had erupted. The figure she spotted was so dark against the shadows of the night that it was no wonder that she hadn't spotted him to begin with, the only thing she could truly make out were his cold icy eyes that seemed to glow in the night illuminated by the pale light of the moon, the very light that lit her own self. Cranium tilted with curiosity as she watched the large brute. She stood eyeing him from afar as the last of the equines resumed their conversation. She slowly descended the hill and made her way through the crowd slipping between stallion and mare alike, catching some rude glances from mares as the stallions whom they conversed with craned their necks to better see the beauty that had just passed before them, for she was beautiful. Her overly long forelock swept gently over her green eyes, hiding them from the world which gave her a mysterious appeal, and her long banner lay soft and well groomed against her long slender boa. Meanwhile the rest of her body was truly a sight to behold. It was sleek and lean with muscle and petite as the body of an Arabian although it was clear that she was something of a mixed breed. The white the painted her hide was also something strange for aside from the star on her nose and the crescent moon on her shoulder, it was the only white on her body. For a black hued horse to have such distinguishable markings was odd indeed, not to mention that her mane and tail held hues of white that were not signs of aging for it was quite obvious that she was in the prime of her youth. So a beauty, than, she truly was. She came to the edge of the crowd and peered up at the stallion whom towered over her. So it wasn't just a trick from the distance of where she had first seen him. No, he truly was rather large. He seemed calm and collected but there was a fierceness in his eyes that held her attention, and although many others may have missed it, she knew it all too well for she had seen the same look peering up at her from many pools of water in the past. Yes, they seemed to have the same fire burning inside of them and she knew where his allegiances lied and she almost purred with pleasure. Lips parted releasing her lyrics like cool liquid on a summers day. "So it was you who caused that ruckus?" She scoffed turning her head flirtatiously to the side causing her boa to arch delicately at the same time. Than on a more serious note in which she turned her head back towards him and gave him her full attention, "There are far to few of us left in this land." She said quite simply. Although many would argue that she was being vague, she counted on him to understand her meaning, that not many true dark ones were around these days, and that it was nice to be in the presence of another. Word count - 892 ooc][Omg such a major muse for this girl here! o_0 it didn't even feel like 892 words and I actually could have continued. I am so sorry lol. Silence

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[Tazzin]

He had been day dreaming. Day dreaming bout his lands, plans, history, and past life. He was thinking of all the wrong things he should have done right, how he wished he was able to bring down Helladius with just himself!. He thought from the beginning, where Lucian was born, from fire star. Whatever happened to that mare anyways?. A smile had creeped upon his lips as he thought of how he'd steal youngins, how he was getting ready for the biggest battle within his battle life before having to disappear. Now, a worthless brute, GhostLock. Roams his lands, claiming the grounds as his own, Cirion chuckled at the thought. If only everyone knew just how much pain he had put within the previous king just for those lands....

Suddenly... He was interrupted, blue optics moved slowly across the ground, landing upon a odd marked female stood before him. He studied her movements, her words, her flirtatious encounters. He was some odd years old, no mare was able to make him melt, grab his attention enough to cause the beast to drool all over her. But he'd have to give her props, her appearance was of course rather beautiful, but she'd have to work far harder for his approval. Towers perked forth as he listened to her lyrics, her words. Reminding him of his mother, their tones were almost within the same range, and the vibe he received from her, yes. She was well within the dark side along beside him, though that never really matter. What mattered was how she could handle herself....


He chuckled as her words came to an end, oh yes. There were few of their kind within the world, less within helladius, flared nostrils snorted "You speak the truth" he grunted, lyrics wee deep and rich in tone, he held a lil of a accent along with them, not french, or spanish, but a lil hence of an Australian, and possibly a southern to it as well. Optics moved away from her, mind pondered once more before he looked upon her way, though passed her, wondering if more would soon gather before him "Trainwrecks Solitude." he spoke once more "Cirion is what you can address me as" he added, lyrics faded off into the distance. He was truly plotting a plan, a plan of vengeance, a plan of Hell to rise...


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Status/OOC: I tried my best... Im rusty, so bear with me (:

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[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Optics continued to watch the brute with an ever growing intensity but her green eyes didn't show through the thick of her satin textured forelock. Upheld cranium tilted in the soft radiant light of the moon. Everything about the vix declared her strength, beauty and dignity. It was obvious she was a very proud lady but she had reason for such pride. She was among the most beautiful and sought after maidens in the lands and she owned it. In everything she did, she was delicate, radiant, seductive and sensual she was everything any stallion ever wanted and the only one that no stallion had yet succeeded in having. Being four years of age she was still a virgin. Despite her intoxicating seductive appeal she would not breed with just any run of the mill stallion that strutted his way into view. It would take the countenance of a true dark stallion to win breeding rights with this lovely beauty. She was intelligent, strong, and had all the qualities to provide every bit an heir to be proud of but these weren't qualities that she would bandy about for just any stallion, no, who she breeded with would be of her choosing alone for he would have to be found worthy in his eyes. She refused to give birth to a youngling anything less than perfect and therefore she would have to hand pick her suitor. Audlettes swiveled upon tiara they soaked in the hefty brute's words like a sponge soaking up a vast puddle of water. 'You speak the truth' she heard him say and a light smile touched her lips delicate and coy. Her cranium tossed her forelock to the side revealing one bright emerald green eye as she let out a soft if not friendly laugh at his reply to her words. "I have no reason to lie now do I?" Her words were playful and rolled off her lips with an all-too-innocent pouty lip at the end, drawing out the last word in the mocking tone of a child. She let another smile touch her lips, her entrancing green eye shown shockingly bright against the dark of her coat and the shadows of the night. She let out a soft playful purr as she took in his name. She was quite the playful one indeed, oh how she loved her games. She didn't expect the stallion to be drawn in by her seductive play with such ease however, this was simply how she acted, she found it to be a fun way to pass the time. "Mmmm... Cirion." She let the name roll smoothly from behind her pearly whites, tasting the word. Pink fleshy tongue slid smoothly over her lips as the once smile was now replaced with a seductive smirk. "I quite like the sound of that." She let out a playful chuckle and smiled once more. Oh how much fun she was having with this steed. Perhaps, just maybe, he would prove to be worth her time. Her bright emerald eye disappeared for a moment behind her lid before returning behind a frame of long lush lashes. As he had thus far been good company she decided he would be allowed to know her name in return, it wasn't often that she was provided with such a fine chat with one of her own kind. "My name is after one of the most precious gifts that come with passing.... Silence. You may know me as Sai if it pleasures you." She said once more with a hint of flirtation. She was truly enjoying herself. Word count - 598 ooc][Not quite as long as the first one but I am still totally eating her up lol. Silence

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[Tazzin]

Ords watched her flirtatious gestures as she spoke, mind went else where. She was gorgeous, he'd give it to her. But he's interest was in something greater, something what was only half way started and needed to be finished. Attention moved towards her once more as he listened to her name, and lyrics. A part of him wanted to just rip her a new one, to push her and see if she was truly what she held herself to be. But the brute was collective, and at the moment he seemed well mannered... Do not let this fool you!. He wasnt, there was something everyone needed to know bout the brute and no one truly understood bout him. He was wicked, clever minded. If ever quiet, then it ment you needed to run or duck your head shut your trap and just watch what he held in store for the ones around him. Cirion was more then just a black beat upon strength and height..


Optics rolled as he took a few steps towards her, watching her movements. What was it that she really wanted he wondered. From her flirts, it seemed she haddened felt the weight of another upon her back, the heat and sensation along with the intensity of breeding. He chuckled, almost as if he was speaking to himself and ended up cracking himself up with a joke. "and what is it exactly that your looking for" lyrics hissed passed his pearly whites "Sai.." he added. Awaiting for her lyrics once more, optics seemed to scan her form once again "Flirting will not get you anywhere with me mad'am" he wasnt the rude type on purpose. It just came naturally, and if she truly knew the brute, she'd understand. There was nothing on this earth to grab his attention and affection more then causing chaos.... One might say he was overly obsessed with taking over Helladius, while another would possibly say hes a hard working plotter.... Either way, at the age of Eleven, he held one child to carry his lines, and at his age. He had realized its not how many mares you can impregnate and how many foals you can conceive, its how you approach it, and too Cirion... No mare is worthy enough for his lineages.

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[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Ah, so he did have the same asshole side that all brutes seemed to have. So he was no different than your average run of the mill stallion with his own set of plans and his high and mighty standards? It would seem she had misjudged him after all. Something she wasn't pleased to admit but even she could tell when she was at fault. This wouldn't do at all. She hid all of her thoughts behind her pretty little face that continued to smile despite his rudeness. Like she had expected anything different? Oh dear, it would seem that she was not the only one who had been misunderstanding. Did he think he was special? How cute. Where did he expect that she wanted to 'get anywhere' with him to begin with? Perhaps she had come on to strong? Maybe he wasn't accustomed to mares that acted the way she did. She was a free bird and didn't intend to be held down by any one stallion and so maybe he didn't understand that this was no special treatment. This was the same way she talked to all and any whom had the pleasure of meeting her acquaintance. Sexy little minx smirked at his words. Perhaps she should straighten things out? Or maybe she would go on letting him believe what he wanted to, maybe it would make him feel happy inside. She gave a soft chuckle at the end of his words. "My dear Sirrrr." She let the 'r' ring so that the word lingered in the air as she exaggerated her surprise. "Why don't you have the active imagination. Have I mislead you to think that I wanted wanted something from you?" She said as though positively bewildered. "I am here for no more reason than if I were over there." She gestured to a random patch of grass some odd miles in another direction before looking at Cirion once more. "However, my wants and whims are often subject to change..." She paused. ".. as for flirting.. Don't take it the wrong way but, you aren't my type." She gave another soft chuckle before winking at him with her one visible eye that vanished as swiftly as it returned from behind it's black veil known as a eyelid. There, perhaps now he would understand. She wasn't being flirtatious so that she could get anywhere with anyone it is simply the way in which she chooses to interact with another. Call it what you will but even if she was flirting it was by no means because she wanted him. As was stated before, she held no intentions of letting just anyone impregnate her with their seed. She wasn't some wench to be called upon for pleasure, she was of a strong lineage, and would pass it on to just anyone. At this point he was proving to be a waste of time after all but she would stick around and give him the opportunity to change her mind. He should be grateful for that much as it was more than what she had given anyone else in her lifetime. Now to see if sticking around was worth it. "And you Cirion? What is that you seek? Perhaps I will find it a worthy enough cause to help you. I could use some sort of amusement. If helping you would entertain me long enough, I may find it in my mind to do so." She was well aware that the term was normally 'find it within my heart' however it was often said that she was lacking one, and she would hate to disappoint anyone who held hopes for the rumors. Word count - 610 ooc][Omigorshes I love her sooooo much lol. Silence

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[Tazzin]

Her words caused the brutes head to throw back in laughter, after a short laugh, he cleared his throat "not your type?" he replied with a chuckle "my dear, though your beauty its rather unique you are far from my type as well". Was this mare serious?, did she believe that just from her looks he'd be all googling over her with mouth wide opened drooling?. No Cirion wasnt that type, nor went after the type. Though she held her place well, shaking his mane out, Cirion was able to caught a glimpse of her green orb. Ah, so she held the same odd coloring as him, only his was the electric blue type. The massive form moved away from her, optics scanning the area, mind once more thought. Looking over his shoulders, Cirion parted his lips once more "What I seek?" he asked "I was ruled the lands here, snatching every young one I possibly could, prisoning all that I wished" he paused for a moment.

Large bodice turned towards her once more, he could careless if he was wasting her time, as a matter of fact, the flirting and showing the beauty upon herself was wasting his. But why couldnt he have fun with it?... He thought bout it, though was more worried bout others coming to his call. Shoulders shrugged, moving closer towards the mare, nape arched as he stretched out his maw, lipping at her. "so defensive" he chuckled slightly. His tone was playful now, he would enjoy the company while he had it, nonetheless show the mare he was able to play along as well "What I ment. What was it you were looking for coming towards my call?" he asked once more "to help cause chaos, to help rise hell beneath our feet?" retrieving his nape head slightly tilted. "by all means, if it was breeding you so thought, your wrong deary" he added. Tones were calm and playful enough to let her know. He wasnt on the defensive side, but he was truthful and straight forward. He was here to get his spot back within the Devil itself. "what I seek is nothing more then to see the weaks fall beneath my very daggers" nothing more was added as he looked upon her back, studying the patterns as he waited.


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[bg=000000][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=width,400,true] Single eyebrow arched over emerald hued optic. Chaos? What was he thinking? Without order how were the darks to reign over the lights? No. Chaos was not her style. Dark as she was, she set her sights a little higher than the simplicity of causing confusion and disorder which, by all means was the very essence of chaos. No, she wanted to rule with cruelty the lights who would fall prey before her hooves. The filthy impurities that blotched the land with their disgusting habits. She wished to put them in their place where they belonged, under her feet. And to watch them cower in their helplessness and wallow in defeat. She wanted to erase them from the earth one at a time slow and painful so they could see their own kind come to it's drawn out but inevitable end while they stood by helpless to see themselves being eradicated from the face of helladius. She would be the shadow of death upon the dieing land of the lights and she would see a new era of evil rise from the ashes of their burned bodies. Not simply cause chaos and destruction. But oversee and dictate the doings of all creatures to bend to her will. At this moment, the brute might not be an ally after all but maybe even perhaps an enemy if his plans would get in the way of hers. It was clear that he had not been what she was looking for. She was searching for someone to be the face of the destruction that was necessary for her to bring her plans into motion. A mask, if you will, for her to wear until the moment of the grand revealing of things. She needed someone that would allow her to pull the strings from behind the scenes so she could sit back and enjoy the show. Someone who shared her goal and would be willing to obey her to appease their common wants. Not someone who simply wanted the world to burn in ash and blood. If the whole world went down that meant she would go down to. She might still find use for this brute, but he was not what she had been looking for. She needed a partner in crime and this Cirion was not it. She arched her boa. Although she inwardly burned with disgust towards the stallion she couldn't appear less affected by his words or his touch. When he spoke high and mighty as though she wanted to breed with him, she could taste bile in the back of her mouth but it was at the forefront of her mind. She hated it when brutes became arrogant with nothing but their own standards of themselves to back up their high and mighty claims. It made them appear distasteful and unpleasant and she was already finding that this meeting would soon come to a close. She knew that he had already formed a low opinion of her in his mind and that he was placing himself on top as men always do thanks to their need to feel powerful and their will for dominance but she didn't care. When she encountered the partner she was looking for he would know his place and that was all that mattered as for this stallion, she couldn't care less what thoughts filled his mind. To her his mind was no longer useful and something useless was less than desirable. She would consider breeding with a fly before this mongrel dog. She almost laughed at the thought. Fair minx continued to listen with a distant stand point but pretended to seem interested all the same to keep the stallion from being pissed off, they all had such short tempers now-a-days and she would hate for the grumpy brute to break something in his thoughtlessness. When the last of his words tumbled off his lips she simply looked into the distance as though contemplating the deeper questions of the universe before turning back to Cirion. She mustered the most exaggerated and polite smile she could as she curtsied to him and spoke. "A pleasure truly, but it would appear our chance meeting was with lack of fate or destiny because it is more than obvious that we can find nothing of use for one another. Let be said what has been said and part our separate ways shall we?" She said simply before turning and starting to walk away from him. A few feet away she paused and looked back at him saying, not unkindly,"Perhaps in time, fate will have us standing before each other once again. I advice you as a friend to hold me in higher regard when next we meet." And than she left. Word count - 791 ooc][Okay lol. They didn't seem to be getting along so I figured I would pull her out before things got too rough lol. Maybe in the future they can meet again but for right now Imma get her up and moving in some other posties ^_^ Silence

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