.the curse of the knight

[Meg]

If beauty were agony, your lips would be a thousand knives to kiss...

His orbs were covered over a veil of darkness and fury, making them black and shadowed. His tassels hung limp upon his boa as he stared out over these cursed lands. His orbs roamed over the sands, looking at the emptiness. The sand was distrubed. Lowered his flared nares to the ground, he sniffed it gently. Mares. And a stag.

They weren't anywhere near, he knew. They must be deeper into the island shelter. Lifting his dail, his dripping wet forlock fell over his shroaded dark orbs. With a snort, he scouted out the horizen, the horizen of land, to the horizen of the sea.

Anticipance took over his disrespectful soul, and he stamped angerily at the sands, stabbing the golden grains with his talons, shuffling himself like a crab up the beach, away from the salty waters. Flinging water from his banner, he beat his sides, leaving welts from his wet, matted banner.

He paused once more, scouting out the lands once more, and then he shook himself. Droplets of water was flung into the bright sunshine around him, looking like a thousand diamonds against the sunlight.

Curse the daylight. Can't wander with this blistering heat. Where are all the mares?

He cried in a hoase, raspy voice. Glancing around, he aproached a boulder sunken into the sands. Rearing slightly, he brought his talons down on it, and began grinding down on it, sharpening his talons for a good cause, at least that is what he thought.

[zozo]

<sup>Since almost becoming prisoner in her previous abode by her best friend, the Appaloosa took to wondering the shores. Oasis knew the crimson fiery mare could not stalk her day and night, soon Oasis would slip back to whence she came. T'would be for the best. Her reasons had been stated a thousand times; the grief and pain she caused should mount 'pon her shoulders only. The rest of the inhabitants 'pon this peaceful isle could remain to themselves.

Daggers dragged in the golden grains, crown held low and auds twitching without interest. Spotted bod remained in the shade of the thicket whilst the sun proclaimed the heavens, though orbs remained fixed out to sea. Her pools transfixed by the emerald waves that matched the hues of her luminaries. A soothing lullaby. Yet the melody was shattered by a piercing grating, enough to cause pain to the lobes and damage the soul. The ear splitting noise sent shivers down her spine in the mid-day warmth, and lids opened cautiously to scan the beach. From her position amongst the foliage, there seemed to movement amongst the sands. Yet such a terrible source had to emit from somewhere, and all the members of the isle were of pure soul. Weren't they?

Yes. There would be no harm to investigate, Oasis was feeling deprived of company, and anything to dispel the heart breaking thoughts of Windago from the front of her mind. Polka dot bod shifted in the shadows, elegant pistons gliding the femme further up the beach. After several lopes, dotted crown peered from the fauna once more. Terror instantly gripped her. As the source of the grinding sparks was revealed to her gaze. A stranger, powerful angry beast. Towering and deadly. One look at his muscled stature was enough to convince the dove his intents were not kind. Panic paralysed every muscle and tightened her throat. Action was impossible, sound beyond reach. She could simply stand and stare; there was something more unnerving about this demon, threatening to break her fragile soul asunder. Not just the observation that his breeding involved Apaloosa, that coincidence was strange enough. No. It was something deeper. Pain that could tear open old wounds and spill fresh blood. Gaze darted to the sides, praying for rescue, yet it seemed deserted.

The feeling gradually came back to stiff appendages, and with painfully baited breath, the dappled femora attempted to sneak in reverse back to the safety of the endless shadows.</sup>

[cherry]

[ooc: PLEASE PLEASE LEMME REPLY. <3]

Ugh. The heat. It was as if, with every step, not only did the warmed grains feel like blades beneath her pad, and the constant blaze burning upon her already sun kissed pelt shed beads of sweat, slipping down masculine appendages which propelled her majestic figure across the land despite the heat. It shouldn’t be this hot, seeing as winter was on its way. But, if you lived in the desert, which was just a half hours travel away, the heat often stayed all year round. Aurora never suffered from the heat as bad as others; she learned how to ignore it.

To match the weather, she had a fiery, bitter attitude. She needed to follow each and every step that Oasis could make; she was not going to let her slip out of her life again. Call her egocentric, but Aurora was self centred. She couldn’t change easily, and she didn’t plan to morph into a nicer horse any time soon – she wasn’t in the mood. Aurora had learnt to detach her self from most emotions. Aurora could have any beau she wanted. She was the most talked about Equine in the area, she had a reputation of being the big bully – something she had earned, and was proud of none of the less.

Saying this, she was well known in a way. Making her desirable, but, she must be pretty scary. If no mate of hers had stuck with her. No mare had ever befriended her, or had looked twice in her direction because of the aura she had rotating around her. Almost like a shield. Though, they were rude whispers and taunts, something that no body wanted, no one wanted to have to suffer that way. Oasis was lucky in a way. She had the most reliable body guard there was. Ah, the hot-headed mare hadn’t changed over the years. Still that bitch that Windago found on the beach so many years ago.

She woke up, with out the splotched countess by her side; which made her anxious, and nervey. Something Aurora never was. Only on rare occasions did she chase after some one. The chance of her hunting some one down for a positive reason was as slim as a mute speaking again. Her pace remained steady, quickened, yet relaxed. A damnable smirk was clear upon the buff hued mistress; fawn mirrors reflected every scenic pixel upon the land, in a paranoid attempt to spot something white, with raven spots.

Alas, the figure ahead was a clear display of grey scaled dapples. Hopes were high, and stride quickened across the golden sea, spitting bronze grains behind her foot steps. But suddenly, she concluded her step taking, that was not Oasis. Oasis had slimmer spots, plus, she had the most feminine figure a female could be born with. Something Aurora secretly envied about her. Aerials flattened against her skull, hues studying the Appaloosa ahead, concluding with that it was a male. That was enough to give her confidence on storming right towards him.

With a new ambition, Aurora’s brisk pace brought her in the direction of the beau, piercing stare right into his eyes subconsciously. Until she reached a respectable distance from the stallion, Aurora’s halo was held much higher above the steed, her proud stance obvious, and authority dropping from the pours in her skin. Air exhaled quickly from her nasals in a snort, flicking her crown to the left, ridding her opals of copper split ends. Kissers parted immediately afterwards, emitting a bitter speech, flicking off her tongue.

“Who’re you?”

[ooc: I sorta like, made it as if night fell, and Aur woke up with out Oasis there, so she went out for a walk, so yeah.]

[zozo]

(OK. Though I had hoped Oasis and Aur could have talked in t'other thread)

[Meg]

^{((Okay..Aur..He is really mean, and he is a stag that has been beating on mares for a long time.. Mine and Oasis plan is for Aur to turn him from his old deeds..But he is mean, and since he is a stag, let your Aur take a strike from him..Please? It will make his charrie more life like))}
His grinding talons were soon sharpened, the screeching sound like fingernails being dragged down a chalkboard vanished. Flicking his auds, he heard steps. The light steps of a mare that aproached. Of course! Stupid mares, always investigating every twich and jerk that was in the area. He knew his plan would work, hearing the abnormal sounds, the mares would be drivin out seek what caused the racket.

He looked out of his black shroaded orbs at the mare that seemed frozen in place, and then seemed to try to leave. She was of a light built, and Appaloosa, as he. But her spots were slimmer, those of a mares. Turning around, he faced the mare. She seemed terrified, as she should be!

With a roar, he reared and flashed out at her with his talons. He wasn't anywhere near her, but he told her of his meaning, for her to know. His tassels danced on his boa, and flinging into the air, they exposed a long, gruelsome scar placed under his boa to claim him as Blackjack's own. Any mare and kin would have these scars, for they belonged to Blackjack from the moment they met him to their death, as his father had told him.

Grunting in that deep tone that was his father's, he glared at the Appy mare with such fury, such hate, such anger. His eyes were just like his dad's. Pure black, and slitted like a cats, shining with that hate. With a grunt he tossed his dial, and took to charge at her.

Without a sound, a jet black stag of admirable strength and size slide before Oasis. (Windago) Colburn stared down this creature that though he could stand before a mare. A stab shot through Colburn's heart as he remembered Valintine, how he had stood before her, protecting her from his father's beating. He was wasn't very successful then. Rolling his orbs in a fury, he shot a glace to the side.

There, in the corner of his orb he caught a bright red flame kissed beauty of a mare before him. With a grunt, he flattened his orbs as she emitted very bitter speech to him, as if he was beneth her talons. He rolled a kisser over his ivories, his orbs slitting even more. He shouldn't be taught like a dog by a mare!

Moving quickly, he brought his shoulder roughfully into hers, surely bruising the mare. He pushed her to the side, his emotionless orbs staring down at her. He was a large stag, almost as big as his father, who had been 17hh.. But some dumb mare that was his dam just had to be a shorty. Stupid mares, always ruining his life.

Who am I? Who am I? Who are you to aproach me like a dog, wrench.

His rapsy voice cracked over her like a whip. He shot a glance at the silent brute before the Appy mare.

Keep a leash on your mares, stag.

He tossed his dail at Windago, his auds flattened upon his skull. This was a dumb stag. He probally let these mares walk all over him. Maybe Colburn should show this midnight stag how to control his mares. He flicked an aud at the sun-kissed mare, with the sarcasim that was like a cat's tongue. He would set her in her place...Soon enough.
^{((Windago's there, protecting Oasis, but he is remaining throughly silent for right now..Hope you got that..))}

[zozo]

<sup>Breath spiralled out in ragged plumes, the thundering sound matching the wild beat of her heart with such thundering to her panic-stricken mind. From years of mindless violence by tags so alike this, her gaze never strayed from a random point 'pon the soil. The Appaloosa femme knew she had been spotted, but hoped the beast would find her of no interest.

To her horror, Oasis could feel the tremours of his mighty dagger falls advance towards her slim frame. Time ticked with no mercy. Yet as if it had slowed, her crown lifed with painstakingly fear, emerald hues clashed with his. Instantly sparking such instant fierce trepidation she could have sworn she had been transported more than six seasons past. The breath caught in her throat, and she was staring into the cruel slitted snake-like pitts of not this unknown stag, but her single tormentor who punished her to the end of her life with no qualms.

Yet before action could be taken, her attention was drawn by the crimson flame. Breath returned in rushes to her chassi at the sight of Aurora. She was not in that cursed land of long ago, where devils lurked. But here, 'pon the isle where kind equines like Aurora an Windago resided. Courage returned in a miniscale drop, almost pressing daggers closer, before her life flashed before her in the reflection of the beast's jagged scythes. But before crimson was spilt, Oasis's image was blocked by the inky chassi of Windago. Her forever protector.

But attention was now captured by the familiar steel in the other's pools. And dappled nape swerved from behind her knight in time to capture the moment. When the Appaloosa behemoth revealed a jagged cruel welt beneath tattered tendrils. Oasis refused to believe it. No. Se had escaped, forever. She was safe now. They wouldn't follow, couldn't get her again. Windago had promised.

The confused polka dot maiden refused to believe what was so evident in her mind. Such fustrated, heartfelt denial. Yet that wasn't enough, and moments before panic stricken globes anticipated the barge towards her special Aurora. Chords screamed, a banshee cry that ehoed from the past into her present mind,

NO!

A shrill chorus.
No. It was not the beast that had promised in rancid breath to always track her down, never let her live in peace.
No. This demon would not harm Aurora, her angel, the closest fea to her heart.

None other hould suffer because of her own stupid mistakes and past. Spotted physique darted from behind Windago, in the opposite direction to Aurora and on another, undefended side of the demon. A haorse cry choing about throat. Enamels bared when his back was turned, hoping somehow he would know where she lurked. Nape immediatly lowered to the earth in complete submission. Her scars already scattered across bod, another would not damage her already battered soul. Wheras Aurora did not deserve any torment.

Oasis needed to make sure the demon would turn 'pon the Appaloosa maiden. After only a heartbeat, boa darted forth and enamels pinched the hide of the brute. To her suprise, a trickle of crimson was the result. Now she knew, if this stag came from the sam era as he remembered, the offending dove -namely herself- could be punishable by death, or attack to bring her very close.

Pillars skittered backwards, for two reasons. One. T'was another offense to try and escape the beating when t'was "deserved". And two, t'would lure the menace away from the two equines whom deserved no hassle from this demon. Oasis knew such a beast as this would not pass by an oppotinity to beat another femme. Especially as Oasis was practically offering herself, and was now in line for severe punishment.</sup>

[cherry]

ooc xx Sorry for the wait! And of course, Meg. I was going to any who. ;D xx

Stance remained tall, and strong. As if proud to look down her nose to the other stag – who was just about same height as her self. Own orbs brushed over the steed’s, and he was not happy to see her at all. In unexpected shove was given. Shoulders collided; though harder then what she thought could be given. Losing her step, she was pushed aside. Blood vessels popped under neath her rich sorrel coat, she cringed at the stinging pain, before a frown formed upon her features. Aurora was not used to being pushed around at her age – she was normally the top horse around here, and then another stallion pushing her around. It was a strange feeling, actually.

It wasn’t exactly anger, or sadness, or even sympathy. She was almost flattered another wouldn’t treat her like they were more powerful, and couldn’t touch a feminine frame in case she cracked. Aurora could take a serious fight, and she wouldn’t come out too harmed either. Although, nobody appreciated being pushed around. But obviously, this stallion also needed to be put in his place, and Aurora was going to make sure Aurora’s strength became clear to the stallion. Since she shouldn’t have to step up to him, he’d step down to her. A grunt left her lips, gaining her balance once more, pulling her stilts aligned again. She returned her proud stance, as his nasty comment soaked in.

But distracting her from cussing a reply was shrilling call in the distance. Snapping her skull towards the sound, the delicate female she mistook the stallion for was racing across the grains. But before she could grasp what was happening, appendages immediately powered forward, not exactly avoiding the stallion in her way as she pushed passing him, hitting him back in the shoulder as he had before her. But she had acted too late, watching as oasis nipped the buck’s rump. No. God no. She had not just done that. Then she backed away, and waited for him to beat her to death. Well, she’d just have to distract him from Oasis. She looked over at Oasis in disdain – she knew Aurora would be okay, why did she bother?

Spinning around before the stallion could come over to Oasis, rump pushed against Oasis purposely, to push her away. Frame stiffened, now muscles tense, ready for any thing the stallion would throw at her after she forced an attack on him. Now, just how to attack, that was the question. She didn’t take too long to act, since it was sort of a one tie thing. Quickening her pace over the isle, she tightened hind quarters, supporting her entire weight for a moment as she lifted her torso, and stroke out her daggers in a stabbing motion aiming for the stallion’s gut, allowing a screamed to match her attack.

[Meg]

His dark orbs rolled wildly in his skull. He watched as he saw the flame kissed beauty stumble from his rough shove, his auds pinning as he heard the sound of her talons skidding on the sands. Auds facing behind, he heard another sound.

The spotted fae which was protected by the black brute who hadn't spoken one sound, had darted out from behind her protector. He ignored her, until he felt the sharp grasp of her ivories on his hide and the trickle of crimson down his rump.

Spinning around he faced, right as the flame kissed beauty decided that she would return his rude guesture. He would get back to her, as he felt her shove against him. He would deal with this spotted fae first.

Looking down upon her, he grinned, his ivories flashing dangerously. She would pay. She knew it too, the way she cowered to the turf, knowing of the punishment that he would bestow upon her. Taking a step before her, he brought his talons down upon the turf by her nose.

Moving as swiftly as before, he placed his black bode before his love once more. None shall hurt his dove. His long black tassels danced upon his boa. He pushed himself agaist her. He saw the blood upon the stag's hide, and admired the fact that Oasis had attacked, but he was worried. He blocked Oasis further attempt to take a beating from the stag that wandered with the dark gaze.

He lowered his dail to the stag's, for he was taller, and looked his in the orbs. He shall not hurt his only mares.

Stag, why do you wish to curse my lands with your beatings? You shalln't harm any of my mares. Aurora, you know how to deal with him.

He spoke first to the stag, then to his Aurora, she would put him in his place, he knew it. He moved back more, pushing Oasis back, their hides brushing together. He breathed softly to her.

Stay by my side, let me protect you, my dove.

He whispered softly to her, his voice soft. He didn't even look at her.

Once more the onyx stag placed himself before the mare to protect her. He spoke with a deep tone. Colburn tossed his dail, understanding the words the stag spoke.

I come because I have wandered far from the lands of Blackjack, my father. I beat mares because it is right.

He finally spoke in response. The name of his father left a bitter taste on his tongue. He hated that stag more then anything. Turning to the sun-kissed mare, he flattened his auds.

Put me in my place? A mare?! Ha! Go ahead, wrench, put me in my place!

He growled to her. She was beauty of a mare, and strong. The same height as himself. He sized her up to be weak though, when she wasn't.

[zozo]

<sup>Pillars skittered beneath bod as she felt polka physique get shoved by the flame kissed Aurora. Daggers reclasping the earth as slender figure held no resistance to the powerful vixen cross. Linage to match her fiery soul. From emerald orbs Oasis noted Aurora's disdainful look, one that would have caused laughter to bubble in throat had thoughts not been on other things. There be not a being whom could over power dear Aurora.

Wits barely regathered, before panic flaring in chest as the brute advanced towards the minx's, until a shield of charcoal blocked her from harm. Her minute attempt at courage already pushed aside by ones who did have hearts of lions. What had she done to deserve these equines whom cared so for her? Never allowed to become barely a hair's breadth from harm.

Flutes twisted at the melodies of the inky brujo, flesh tingling with the touch the two beings shared, only for an instant. Unsure how to place the torrent of emotion that swirled inside her heart. As soon as the great Windago was beside her, all fears were washed away as if by a linguring current. His gentle notes pulling the breath from her lungs in soaring melodies. Though the moment could not be grasped, too much was swirling aboot her.

Dappled nape turned for voids to attempt grasping sight 'pon the beast as he let raspy chords flow.

Auds suddenly pricked painfully alert as one note echoed terrorisingly about cranium
|Blackjack

A curse she prayed would never stain her listeners again, she was safe now, she had escaped, was free, wasn't she? Crown quickly pulled back sharply behind Windago, blocking the world, to hide the fear and disbelief that shone in pools. Dial cast vertical, pools misted as if transfixed in time. Mind making quick calculations. Could this really be true?
Blackjack was this beast's father, well, many mares were raped by that demon. But only she was dappled, another cause for mickey-take by the rest of the titan's. Demeaning spots. This stag must have been one of the early ones, as he was nearly as aged as she. The pain and terror to have grasped one so young......

But no. This can't be true. And the behemoth before her obviously didn't know his true parentage, wasn't seeking her. But such coincedences. And the same loathing hatred burning in the inferno of pitts. From father to son.
Stop fleeing from the truth you pitiful mare. Face up to the facts for once!
This is your son!
Mind screaming the facts at her, stinging the breath from her lungs. Her son. She couldn't say anything, not yet. Not until things have calmed.

The present caught up with the maiden in a dizzying spectrum of hues, deafening noise as if time was catching up with itself. Her trance was broken with nothing more than a distant look to linger in spheres.</sup>

[cherry]

All she could do was watch as the dappled stag towered above Oasis, planning his move upon her. It was a bad feeling, knowing you can’t do much else then stand there, and just wait. She couldn’t even protect her. He was too close, to risk harming Oasis while forcing to push him away. She couldn’t take that chance. Her mind whirling, she wanted to help in some way, but her selfish ways could not be pushed aside. But, before she could ponder any longer, Windago, as if by magic, had swept Oasis out of harm’s reach.

It was sort of strange, the shock still paralysed Aurora, and she was unable to twitch. The rage she felt, the longing of aiming her fangs into the stallion’s gullet was too strong, but she was stronger to fight it back. The sticky tones of the brute finally escaped – cussing into Aurora’s lobes. All he came here was to bash innocent mares? Pfft. Not while Aurora was around he wouldn’t. Not on this island any way. He should trot off to the Shores; they all deserved to die there. They were all foolish, and naive. Stupidity was amazing some times.

As his skull twisted in her direction, muscles tensed automatically by them selves, and she skipped a breath for a rather long time. It wasn’t fear, no; it was the anxious feeling in her gut, knowing she had to prove that she wasn’t just talk, and the needy feeling of having to protect this island. She had to. They depended on her. Windago was much too old, Oasis, too delicate, Aurora with the masculine features could easily pass off for a male, if it wasn’t for her soft face. She tossed her dial with an audible snort, as he asked for her to hurt him.

Well, he did ask for it. Then why not give it to him?

“My pleasure.”

Aurora hissed under her breath, barely touching those other harks. Left limb stroked the grains, hurling her self forward towards the beast, coming to a sharp halt as she felt her breast collide with his shoulder, lifting the appendage she just used, she rose it, attempting to stab in somewhere beneath his fore leg.

[Meg]

<sup><sub>His auds swivled back tightly against his skull as the sun-kissed fae spoke in a tone that held no fear. Lifting his skull slightly, he cocked it to the left in a momentarily confusion, this wrench feared him not. He watched her charge with the speed and elegance of a charging bull.

Feeling her breast smash upon his shoulder and her heighting body, he shot back quickly. He knew this move. She was aiming to break his fore leg. If he was to fall from a broken leg, then this mare could have been his funeral. No. He would never allow a mare to bring him down. His father had trained him well. With a snort, he lowered his dial, his short tassels barely reaching over his dark, shroaded orbs.

He began to circle her. He didn't know her next move, he didn't know his. But it was his turn. This was like chess, one move at a time until one of the kings were taken. He circled for a moment more, his orbs watching this wrench with intent. She was far differnet then any other mare he had ever met. What a waste of a fine peice of horseflesh...

With a roar, he reared and plundged forth, breaking the chain he had of circling. He towered before her, his talons slashing. No, he wasn't rearing to drag his talons acrossed her back, this was a differnet move, he was starting with a pawn first. Instead of dragging his talons acrossed her back, he twisted quickly, and brought his whole bodice down upon her shoulder, his whole weight, pushing down on her. It was a weak move, could easily be shoved off, but he was just warming up. But it could cause a lot of pain.

Landing on the ground beside her, he felt his flesh slid against hers for a brief moment. He shivered slightly, his hide felt bruised, he had probally hurt himself with that move then he hurt her.. But he didn't know, he didn't feel what she did, he didn't know if he had harmed her or not, he would know by her actions.

With a balk, he jumped to the side. He had been too close to comfort. Now that he was at an reasonable distance, he would wait for her to move a pawn into the game.</sub></sup>[/sub][/color]

[zozo]

<sup>The mare was battling a loosing war with her mind. Not knowing what to do, nor how to help the crimson femmora in their mutual battle. T'was as if Oasis truly had returned to her past, except this time t'was not herself on the end of an attack but Aurora. Yet t'was a thousand times worse to watch her closest friend suffering the welst, or lack of them in Aurora's case.

For Oasis, t'was a breathtake of excitment admist the fear to finally watch a brute of her era being put in his place by a fea, and there'd be none better than the russet stained vixen to put any where they belonged.

Emerald soft pools grew wide with fear as she witnessed the brujo fling himself 'pon Aurora, a move often used against herself, especially just after being raped for hours on end and every ounce of strength had already escaped her bod. The brutes had bruised her chassi many times, their weight instantly enough to crush her to the earth, where she would most likely remain until one of the younger trapped innocent fea's dragged the broken femme to be bathed and fed. Oasis never really found out what had kept her going those moons ago, with only more misery and suffering to face the next day. And as every second of that past almost relayed now before her very voids, every single concious fibre was screaming bloody murder for the Appaloosa to leave. Now! Run, as fast as possible.
But still Oasis was captured by the scene of events unfolding.
Pistons danced beneath polka bod, daggers engraving the section of earth as Oasis slunk beside the ebon Freisan that still lingured at the scene, the only place where she felt safest.

Orbs rolled wildy in skull, breaths sharp and jagged. A choked squeal ripped from labrums at the beast's attack, a petrified sound that surfaced from leagues ago, when t'was her own dappled bod in place of the fiery minx now before her.</sup>

[cherry]

So he wasn’t stupid. He knew how to fight. Well, it only made it more interesting for her. She couldn’t held but allow the smirk sweep over her labrums, this all becoming fairly exciting for Aurora. Well, how could it not be? No horse had given Aurora a fight before; they were all too scared to. This really annoyed her, knowing that she was so capable of something that the whole Night Sky wouldn’t let her do. So this was a first for her. She wasn’t used to this, and her ‘skills’ had worn out from lack of use, well, maybe that was just an excuse to not act at her total ability.

As fore leg shifted up past his own, and collided with his chest, she felt his immediately slide from under her grasp, and make it so that he strained his fore appendages to scrape across her shoulder blade. She hissed under her breath, turning to view her skin with a nasty scratch across it in parallel scrapes. Flesh had been exposed, and the painful skin made her want to nurse her sore bracket, but there was nothing to heal it with. And so, she turned her fiery gaze back towards the stranger, lunging her self in annoyance at him.

At first, she was only going to mock him with her feeble attempt to scare him. But as she neared, she became more irritated and chose to go a step closer by repeating the process of pressing her breast against his blade, but this time jaws parted and roughly aimed their grip upon his tassels close by his eyes. Flashing ivories, she took a hold of his fringe, and tugged violently at it. The whole time, she ignored every thing that happened around her. It was as if it was only her, and the dappled stallion around no distractions.

[ooc: This is a DISGUSTING post. I have no muse. ]

[Meg]

With a wince, he heard the spotted fae that looked as himself send a choked squeal into the air. He glared at her out of the corner of his right orb. Stupid wrenches, always making a big deal out of things.. And that was all it took for him to go down...One tiny distraction.

He had known that this war would be ended before it started, and he had figured that it would end with the crimson fae down on the sands, her hot liquids spilling upon the golden sands like wine on a table cloth, but in turn, he had misjudged her greatly.

He felt the attack before it was ended. She had managed to get close enough and grasp his tiny tassels at the roots of his boa. As she jerked, she jerked his dial out and to the side, twisting his dial in a fluent upward movement. His body crumpled under him like a stepped on rose, his horns unable to help him as he fell. With a grunt, he fell under her talons. How his father would be disappointed.

He glanced up at her, her shoulder dripping with wine, and his own bodice bruised. He didn't twitch, or move a muscle. He knew it was over as he glared up at her, his dark orbs defeated.

Finish it.

He finally spoke, his talons crumpled out in differnet directions. His dial lay where it landed, twisted to the side in a odd postion. Not broken, just out of place, easily fixed if he would ever have the chance too. But his life ended with the curse of a fae.

Finish it, O' Mother.

He spoke once more. O' Mother? Where had that came from? A jerk jolted through him, this was the first mare he had ever, until now, respected. She had earned it in one simple jerk of his tassels like a mother would displine her child. He looked to her as she was the mother of all nature, and to her womb he would obey, and grown to be a respectable gentlemen. To her, she was the mother of life and death. It was by her wish if she wished to smash his skull into the sands, or allow him to live.

He was hers by her command. The black steed that protected the dappled fae from his sight was right, she had put him in his place, under her talons.

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<sub><sup>He watched amazed as the massive stted slide from her side to under her talons in a matter of seconds, and he looked upon Aurora with anewed sight. In his eyes now, she had become one of the powerful goddess' of life. She alone possesed the stag's fate. He moved back, his flesh tingling as he pressed against Oasis.

For the first time, he felt fear wash over him. He was afraid of Aurora. She was so powerful that she could crush even him under her talons, and that frightened the gentle gaint so bad he shook slightly. Feeling ashamed, he hid his dial under Oasis chest, pushing against her like he was a babe, and she was his mother. The mother that held her child when he was frightened and scared, to brush his tears from his orbs when he cried.

He shook against her, his dail pressed to her. He just wanted her to hold him, which she wasn't doing yet. Maybe she was shocked by this great stag turning into a great baby, maybe she was trying to flee from his touch for she no longer loved him, or maybe she was, in turn, going to hold her child close.</sup>
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[zozo]

<sup>Breaths were hard and deep, the only thing that made sense in the chaos that tumbled about dial. A turn of events never witnessed before.

Oasis felt the great inky steed's regal crown press against her crest, and flutes turned atop tiara, confused about Windago's gestures. Daggers danced warily 'pon the sands, threateneing to pull apart from the steed, yet the restless dappled dove settled uncertainly. Tiara held high for a moment, many dangerous notions racing about dial like lost lambs 'pon a hillside. Emerald orbs viewed the angry wrath Wingago had pursued when they were forced to exchange syllables. Oasis only remained because of Aurora, there were too many unresolved issues for things to go back so swiftly without some changes, some understandings.

The Appaloosa threatened to give in, her tender soul wavering with the emotion that shrouded them all. The charcoal Freisan's angry bellows sending fear and rage skittering in lost embers
Women. They put be down to the grown, and make me kiss their every wim and woe. They treat me like nothing, but it is something, to me
Dial relaxed, but did not press into the mould which was the crown of Windago, instead soothing sounds fell from labrums. This was not right. She was not used to comforting another, complete terror was gripping her heart, and yet her knight pressed for consolation admist the battle.

Animation was suddenly cut as if paralisation was instant, voids staring in disbelief as the great beast was struck to his knees by the fiery Aurora. Such a day when mares would eventually overpower a demon was only a fairytale to Oasis's mind, yet here it unravelled before her. But was this brute her son? As the stag spoke of a mother, her heart panged with guilt and instinctual feelings. Daggers broke from Windago's embrace, to advance at Aurora's side, nape wrapped about the fea, aiming to hold the vixen from her attack. Careful to avoids Aurora's wounds. Oasis did not feel futher intimidated with Aurora's display, but safer, that a being would aim to protect the dappled one when she needed protection.

Leave him

For Oasis to stick up for a brute now? Most would think her too fickle to be worthy of friendships, and the dappled fea too hoping most would put her lyrics down to her gentle nature. To not see any being suffer, despite what they, or their predesessors, might have done to her. But the Appaloosa knew she could not witness the death of her son at the daggers of her closest friend.
If he is your son
Came the pessimistic nag from her brain, there was always the chance this was pure coincidence, though if it was, fate was playing cruel and dangerous games.</sup>