Is it home?[Soul]

[Sphynx]

|xSphynx|

|xFearless preassure of a desert damsel,
Hooves touching with ease,
The vulcano earth get it's mark,
She has enteredx|

Bloody coat flickered with no passion. Diamonds of darkness floated upon the earth, why was she here again? The answer was yet to be clear. Because he is here, mind flinched by the thought of Soul. Nothing was released while tiara lifted up. Where had this mighty lead gone then? But why would it really matter? For many this damsel was a nuisance and a collection. The desert maiden didn't care what others thought about her, she was still young at age. Tiara tossed up and down and she reared up not releasing a sound. The protector should show himself if he wanted to come. Why would he come? He would only waist time on an annoying youngster. Light snort escaped, yet heart was stung by this. Sun knew it was the truth. Never had she done anything right, but her heart wasn't allowed to show. It hurt to be alone, but it would hurt much more if someone told you that you where a nuisance.

|xWhy hide when you can see her?
Lifespan is yet to be revealed,
Don't let her go,
She is specialx|

Blades of darkness hit the darkened earth. Thin papers breathed in the scent of different things, so this was his home aye? A dreadful look yes, but somehow it felt like home. Delicates moved into stubborn trott, she wouldn't be broken down even if he said she should leave. Now she was in hi harem, a love, friend anything was better then being a loner. Zeniths snapped to the sides listening to the creatures lurking. Pinning backwards pillars of shining white was ready to charge if she wanted to. Ribbons flickered hitting flanks, and tassels hit her right shoulder. Her raven choco jems gazed taking in the view. Without notion the damsel trotted towards a high cliff. Blades touched the air and she backed away. Zeniths flickered with slight interest, but no fear was revealed. Weight pondered while the desert damsel looked down the cliff wondering where this darkness was hiding.

|xSphynx made it's mark,
Darkness is filled,
Raping soul and heart,
It reveales itselfx|

[.x.Leader of Lost Souls.x.]

.x.Je Peux Voir Votre Crainte.x.

Smacked against the rocken wall as they fell, having been moved by something coming up the narrow path. Timber lifts, pushing forward to allow dagger to grasp and pull at ground. Walking up the path, the massive black stag had suddenl appeared within vision range. Skull was lowered, tattered mane covering facade like a curtain. Dark brun optics peered from beneath tresses, blankly taking in the mare. Void of life, they seemed to belong to the corpse of a dead horse. Harks flick, laying back at an angle that told many different things. He wasn't angry, nor afraid. He didn't feel threatened in any way. Towers simply protrayed that he was rather apathetic of what was going on, if anything.

Reaching the flat of the cliff, all movement forward stopped. Noir banner whipped flanks, causing the flesh to twitch. A continuous shiver ran from his rear to his withers, finally ceasing as muscles in boa stiffened. Nape arched, much like a dressage horse's would. Chin was lifted slightly, skull tilted off to one side to force locks out of one eye. A picture-perfect smirk seemed to hoever faintly on mug, but then disappeared as if it had never been. Lifting a front pillar, scyther pawed at the rocken ground, creating a grinding sound for an instant before hoof was returned to its resting position. Maw unmoving, French words spilled out.

Vous êtes venu...

Something of disbelief could have been heard by those with trained senses. But it was merely a whisper, a faint fathom of its existence. Nothing pointed to it being true, as a truly dark acid overtone had covered it well. Only one in a thousand horses could have noted anything but his acidic tone. Was this mare trule on in a thousand?

.x.Je Peux Voir Votre Crainte.x.

[Sphynx]

|xSphynx|

|xDestiny or not,
The path will change,
This one wont bother,
She is a one in the millionx|

Zeniths pinned not harshly, just making sure she listened to everything. Heart almost shivered hearing he hadn't thought she would come. Tiara lifted from it's looking place, blades moved turning without slipping down with ease. Jems where of the same choco darkness while bloody bay snickered upon carcass. Tassels of cobalt was caught by the hot air, yet she felt the usual air. A desert damsel loved the hot air, it was something she was used to. Lips let themself move lightly releasing the symphony of light bitter mixing with suger.

|xSpeaking in sugar and bitterness,
The symphony is cursed,
A sun rapist can appear,
But his afraidx|

Oui, ne pas être étonné Soul

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|xPlaying damsels,
Soaking foals,
Loving steeds,
Yet what is she?x|

Nothing was shown upon the haunted lips, she didn't care what he thought about her. The damsel needed a home, and this would be the best she could get wouldn't it? Love was something every damsel wanted, yet Sphynx didn't care. She seeked a home, yet also friendship if that would happen some day. Ribbons flickered touching both shoulders and flanks. The earth of darkness felt good underneath cutting blades. Her star didn't shine, but the ivory star wasn't pale either. She did not know that one in a thousand could listen to faint things, she only knew that this she had trained up because she needed to read other horses. Being a lead at the age of two was hard for even her, but it had paid of on her behaviour. Now she could snapp if she wanted, yet listen and notice if the other one was angered, annoyed, surprised etc. But why would many make so big deal about it? She needed equins to be true to themself, they could yet be free, but she knew there would be hard to get someone to show their true side.

|xFlickering upon yonders ground,
She awaits his answer,
Will she get surprised,
Or fallin love?x|[/center][/size][/blockquote]

[.x.Leader of Lost Souls.x.]

.x.Et Pourquoi Pas.x.

Once again returned to mug, hovering faintly as before. But the second time around, it took longer to fade, as something was brought to mind. Realizing the mare had no way out, made the stallion think...mischievious thoughts. The only way off the cliff which she had stationed herself on, aside from a suicidal leap, was the path which was blocked completely by the stag's bulk. This could provide certain...advantages. Whether or not the mare had realized that she was trapped, he couldn't have said. But she played it as if she didn't care. Taking a menacing step forward, the bronc seemed suddenly more lethal.

Skull tilted to the other side, tossing bangs out of optics with the swift movement. Forelock thrown to one side, one blank brown window stared through the mare. Another step was taken, gratification and pleasure coming from the sense of control suddenly thrust upon him. The ash from the volcano had begun to fall through the air like a black snow, blanketing the beast's pelt. All at once he seemed completely different; An unholy demon made of shadow who had no good intentions. Nares flared, quivering slightly as if with anticipation.

Vous êtes ici. Donc vous joignez mon troupeau, oui?

A third step was taken, dagger clacking against rocks to produce the only sound other than the breathing of the equines and the falling of the ash. Have you ever heard snow fall? It is a light, almost inaudible sound. But, beautiful nonetheless. To stand amid a forest, and just listen to the snow, is one of the most relaxing things you could imagine. But the polar opposite be the falling of ash. It shares the same unique sound as snow when it hits an object. But somehow, it is different, and unnerving. That, coupled with the deep breathing of a dark equine who's intentions mean harm, would be enough to make your heart shrink in fear.

.x.Et Pourquoi Pas.x.

[Sphynx]

|xSphynx|

Jems of choco raven followed as he moved forward. Breath was kept the same silence, zeniths flickered backwards yet again. She didn't care that she was trapped, but if he was giving the advantage of this, it would only mean a bloodshed. Jems didn't show anything neither zeniths. Ribbons flew forward while she flickered it back and forth. The damsel was on guard, but she hid it well. You are here. Therefore you join my flock, yes? What a foolish question was that? Jems snapped forward looking at the Czar with light caution. Was he going to trick her into something?

Minf twisted as a step was taken back. She wasn't scared, but the close manner made her uncomforted. Blades felt the slipping soap of rocks. Tiara moved letting lips touch her chest. Even elegant and beautiful damsels could snapp if they wanted to, but she was smart enough to figure what he would do then. There where no time to stand here and wait for him to punish her one day, yet she would fight if he tried anything. A bloodshed was usual in her life, but the bloody bay carcass shook away the dust of ashes.

Je suppose donc si l'offre est calme dans...

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Symphony held no caution tone, she didn't care if he only wanted her duties, a life of a dark was different. Zeniths snapped backwards with ease relaxing there instead. Blades moved forward two steps towards him with a sudden movement. The flickering damsel knew she was playing, yet this one wanted to know how his reaction would be by this. Playing with fire wasn't the dream everyone was looking forward to. But Sphynx wasn't like everyone else. Playing with fire, was just a plain and a fun game as well. The darkness within her boiled into the blood as rules where bound to be broken. Rules or freedom? The answer was clear; freedom was what she lived for, but life bounding upon a steed was harder.[/blockquote][/center][/size]

[.x.Leader of Lost Souls.x.]

.x.Accueillir l'Enfer.x.

Pulled up, boa arching as action was performed. Skull, now in a high and proud position, turned sideways to allow optic to blankly gaze at the newest herd members. An evil smirk spread across his maw, labrums twitching with the unusual task of showing something related to emotion. Radars, who had pinned themselves flat against tresses, lifted up. They pressed forward to provide the stag with an oddly out of place curious look. This mare was quite the plaything.

Taking a step forward, the stag stretched out his front starboard piston. Port timber bending at the knee, bulk was lowered towards ground. Noir tassels fell to cover facade as crown was lowered, chin touching chest. Cage nearly touching the ground, the stallion held his position for a moment; the result of all said movement, a spectacular bow. Maw held still, no movement detected, he spoke.

Alors je vous accueille, à Bereavement Volcano.

All hostility had left the beau, disappearing with the wind. It had been a test, to see if the mare had what it took to survive here; and against other stags. Having taken her own step forward, she passed the exam with flying colors. Not only did she show that she was brave and full of courage to try something obviously dangerous, she showed that she had been clever enough to pick up on the stallion's true heart, and look beyond the gruff exterior.

Rising from his bow, crania was shaken. Tattered mane and forelock bounced about in the air for a moment, in supsended animation it seemed. But they eagerly clung to his boa, seeking the ash that had so swiftly claimed their spot. Turning, Leader of Lost Souls started down the extremely narrow path. He used a comfortable trot as his pace, completely unafraid of falling. Either that, or just oblivious. Both could have been true. But since the mare had officially joined his herd, he had other fish to fry; or so the saying goes.

.x.Accueillir l'Enfer.x.

[Sphynx]

|xSphynx|

Zeniths flickered slightly while jems tricked every movement. Seeing him walk away snort escaped in the silence. Leaving me to find new collections aye? What else from a Chaotic bronc? Mind spoke with sarcasm, yet heart couldn't help but stung slightly. Sigh escaped and elegant appendants moved forward. Ash was clutching feeling themself getting crushed. She was his now, just one of those collections that needed to obey his rules. Jems rolled by the thought and speed was tracking up. The paths she cantered on there tricky, but shanks moved so elegant and with ease upon them. This maiden was used to it, so why should it be so hard living here? Jumping over a cliff, diamond slipped. Snort and shriek escaped as she slipped down. Jems narrowed forward noticing a rock, weight pondered and she soon jumped yet again. This time diamonds fitted upon the rock. Petite tiara shook elegant letting forelocks of ash flow out. Heavy tassels hit her right shoulder, how much more was she looking for? Of course there where one thing, one thing he seemed not to care giving her.

Diamonds dug into the sand, the mistress walked forward finding the few straws of grass. Nipping it nothing was shown, it was easy finding food, but water would take more technique. Sigh escaped, tiara was lifted towards the air. Where is Soul now? Mind twirled before yelling at her. Why thinking about that bronc? He had a heart, but it didn't seem like she was entering it. Jems dropped down to the ashes. Diamonds collected underbeath barrel, she dropped down with ease. Tiara was in a bow letting nape touch lightly upon ash. Breath make small dust balls flow forward. Jems closed, there weren't much to do, but she didn't bother trying to find Soul. She felt something different about him, but what was it?

Why can't he at least try to show me himself.

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The damsel said outloud, jems fluttered open and tiara lifted. Zeniths flickered while thin papers breather trying to catch his scent or sound. If he had heard it then he hid himself well, she felt like a stupid light again. Snort escaped, lights where so pure, why be so pure when you could be free? She didn't follow the rules, rules was bound to break, and she broke them. Not many got this damsel home, but here it was different. Somehow she felt like she was home, well almost, if it hadn't been for the one who was hiding himself for her.[/center][/blockquote][/size]

[.x.Leader of Lost Souls.x.]

.x.Déchaîner Mon Démon, Et Libère Moi.x.

It wasn't hard to hide from the mare. The dark ash coating the air had suddenly become thicker as it fell, the result of the volcano on which the place was named having popped its top for the third time today. Adding more darkness to the air, almost blotting out the sun, had allowed the stag to stand a mere few feet away and remained unnoticed. It wasn't that he was trying to hide from her, it just happened that way.

Harks flick, providing no sound against the falling ash. Said snow 'imitation' had covered the bronc's pelt, clinging like burrs to cloth. Blotting out the shine of his hide. All of this giving him the look of a demon so evil that he was cast from the bowls of hell. This, though unintentional, somehow gave a cold chill to the air. For the first time since Sphynx had met the stallion, his orbs showed emotion as they gazed at her; sadness. As if there was another being inside him, locked away with unbreakable bonds, who had suddenly found a way, if only for a fleeting moment, to express the pain of the cell in which he was bound. But, only a fleeting moment later, the optics became empty once again.

Parce que mon vrai vous tuera...

With those words, the hellion turned from the mare. The dark equine was sillouhetted against the light of the moon who dipped by the horizon towards which he faced. Pistons were lifted in turn, the hooves pounding against the earth to carry the hessian away. It took only a few seconds for him to completely disappear, as the ash kept up its increasing thickness until it seemed to be night. Then, only a moment later, it let up, dwindling to just a few flakes at a time. But Soul was gone.

.x.Déchaîner Mon Démon, Et Libère Moi.x.

[Sphynx]

|xSphynx|

Thin papers had sensed sadness in the air, she didjn't even jump when she heard his voice. Zeniths lowered by his words and tiara dropped. I would rather die to find your true heart then seeing your cold heart. Mind jumped making heart speed up. Sigh escaped yet jems couldn't help but look towards the dust in hope that he was there, even if she knew the chance was faint heart slowed and ached by not seeing him. She felt so dumb just laying there looking to pitiful. Sigh escaped while she raised up, physique shook heavily but jems caught his tracks. Should I follow him? Wasn't he going to the claiming ground to ollect others? But curiousity won this fight, talons moved silently and elegant. It seemed like she floated. Wind wasn't breathing, her scent wasn't carried forward, hopefully she could get closer to him. The egyptian arabian trotted with ease before cantering. His scent was soon picked up as well, thin papers breathed out the familiar scent and speed was slowed. She didn't care if he got mad at her, Sphynx wanted to be close to him, she didn't know why she just did.

Soul...?Pouvez-vous arrêter de courir de moi ?

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The symphony was played and breath was still calm. Sphynx didn't want him to treat her like a puppet, yet she knew playing with fire was her lifestyle. Yell at me and try to kill me Soul, you wont get me out of the way. Mind was still yelling, but every protest was ignored. The maiden was only interested in talking to the bronc, she needed him, there were no explanations, she just needed him. Banner flickered while heavy tassels was relaxing, the bloody bay maiden waited, in hope that he would come out of his shell, and give her a try.[/blockquote][/center][/size]

[.x.Leader of Lost Souls.x.]

.x.Je Ne Peux Pas Le Contrôler.x.

The ash from the volcano, in its neverending descent, had covered the tracks of the stallion completey. Like fresh snow covers the tracks you proudly made in your front yard, so to, did the ash of Soul's hoof-prints. The falling remnents of burned material had filled even the small bumps left of the covered imprints. It seemed he had suddenly disappeared off the face of the earth. Melted into the ground and was gone. Just like that.

But the deep, calm breathing of some beast seemed to lurk in the shadows. But not just in a certain direction. It seemed to be all around, filling your harks so that you could not tell where it came from; only that it was there. A slight tinge of fear floated out on the air, the scent almost too faint to detect. But it's whispy presence was gone as soon as it had appeared.

.x.Je Ne Peux Pas Le Contrôler.x.

[Sphynx]

|xSphynx|

Zeniths sharpened and jems closed, the maiden knew he was here somehwere yet it was harder to locate it. Snort was released while ash was falling upon spine. No sigh was remaining this time, frown entered jems while they searched, yet finding a coal bronc was like finding a needle in a haystack. But Sphynx didn't admitt defeat, she never did. Heavy breath was taken in until lips parted, the high call was searching over the lands, a mixture of bitterness and mystery had entered. The maiden needed to know why he tortured her this much, it was ok that he was a chaotic wicked. Yet why did he burn her alive instead of talking? He ran away like she was dangoures or something. Zeniths flickered while toung licked lips. If he didn't come what would she do then? Life was hard enough, and damsel didn't bother think pitiful of herself. It just sounded so stupid to start thinking sorrow of yourself, why bother? No one cared either way. Dreadful locks was playing still, but the play was showing death. The maiden would soon rest, but not until she would know the answer.

[.x.Leader of Lost Souls.x.]

--Hours Later--

[Tassle]

[shadow=black,left,200]De que se van para mí[/shadow]

Sunrays beat upon the terr. Pillar of black disrupted path of light, casting large plot in black. Lungs struggled to intake air as figurine struggled to tread the earth. Kissers parted in a pained cough. Air was thick with ash, lining Light's throat and nostrils. Bile rose in her mouth. This was no place for her. Atmosphere screamed in her ear. It argued with bodice. It shouted commands, clearly saying to go back. No pure-hearted were welcome.


[shadow=black,left,200]Me he perdido por lo que medios el más[/shadow]
Farther pistons tread, blacker coat turned. Maiden struggled to remain upright. For the love of all that is good and holy, where is water when I need it? Belle thought viciously. Whenever she was not thirsty, it alwasy seemed to happen that water was within paces of her. But when time called for hydration, none was to be found. Whipcord cracked the air once, twice. Flutter of a breeze wafted her flanks. Optics closed in thankfulness. Waft of air carried her another few steps. Again, whipcord brought blessed gale. Though it, too, was thick with heat, nothing but water could have felt better at that moment.

[shadow=black,left,200]De que se van para mí[/shadow]

[Tassle]

(kk, awesome. )

[.x.Leader of Lost Souls.x.]

.x.Vous Ne Comprenez Pas Que Je Suis Véritablement.x.

Had passed slowly, seeming to drag on and on forever. But then again, forever is a measure of the time that passed like a snail. Or is forever merely an expression of the unsatisified feelings of the user? Can it really be explained, just how long forever really is? Does it mean to the end of the earth? To the end of a life? To a child, does forever mean five minutes? Could the gods, should they exist atop the explosive mountain called Bereavement Volcano, explain how long forever is? Or can it simply be explained as 'an indefinite stretch of time, defined by the user'? I'm sure that in your younger years, you had been playing with a sibling, or perhaps just a friend, and they had done something that had made you mad; Thus, you decided that they would be your enemy forever? And perhaps, overhearing your declaration, your parents scolded you for saying such a thing? Telling you that forever is a very long time, and you wouldn't like it if your decree really came true? Then you, perpelexed by the seemingly infinite wisdom of your elders, went to your friend and apologized, saying that you didn't want to be enemies? To examine the exact length of forever, would take...forever.

Daggers dug into the thick layer of ash along the ground, pressing through it like spit to cotton candy. Creating imprints for the forward scythers, which were dually used by the rear hooves. It seemed as if a human had made the prints, though they were in the shape of a horse's hoof instead of a human's foot, because you wouldn't have been able to tell it was a four legged animal. But then again, you couldn't have decided either way because the falling ash had picked upits thickness again, filling the prints in as soon as bulk was out of the way. Timbers stiffened slightly, movement coming to a halt as the newly recruited mare came into vision. Maw unmoving, words spilled onto the geo.

Bonjour. Welcome à Bereavement Volcano.

Skull was lowered slightly, even with spine. Boa arched, muscles protruding slightly from hide. Forward starboard flint lifted from the ground, striking out then down to mar the scorched earth. Nares flared as the smokey air was inhaled. It was good to be home. Where food and water was there when you didn't need it, and nowhere to be found when you did. Where the air was so thick that those unaccustomed to it coughed and gagged, their eyes watering from the stinging. Where his true form could come forth, and not cause any damage to others. But that had suddenly changed. By starting a herd, he cost himself the freedom of his true form. Now he had to struggle to contain it, to fight the pain that it caused his body everyday. But he wouldn't hurt another equine. He just wouldn't do it...

.x.Vous Ne Comprenez Pas Que Je Suis Véritablement.x.