Don't[belive]it[until]you[see]it

[Sphynx]

|xSphynx|

Darkness surrounded a fem of arabian blood line. Her mixture of trotting diamonds moved elegant and with ease. She had soemthing to talk with Soul, and hopefully that other youngling wasn't coming. Halting at the end of the trail. The devilish smirk lurked upon shattering lips. She reared highly, ar was covered by her call for Soul adn him only. Nothing less nothing more as released, blades hit shaking earth with the heavenly sound. Night had flashed by her life within seconds, now the new day had entered her lifeline. She just hoped with her heart he would come soonly, patience was not her strongest side, but not her weakest either.

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

.x.Vous Avez Appelé.x.

Had become ragged, maw forced to stay open just so enough of the tainted air could reach the stag's lungs. The pain had increased ten fold, the beast within simply tearing at his insides. Nares flared, maw shutting with a definite chomp of fangs. Muscles tensed, a slight layer of sweat forming on his hide. The ash stuck to him like burrs, melting against the severe heat of his pelt, dying it darker than it already was. Pistons almost refused to move, unwilling to stand the pain. But he kept moving, he had to. To keep up the cover that he was fine, he had to make it appear so. Finally he could move no more, but he didn't need to. His destination had been reached.

The wispy figure of Sphynx came to his vision as he stopped moving. Immediately he steeled himself over, taking his pain and shoving within himself yet again. With great effort, he relaxed his muscles, skull tossed once into the air with a clack of teeth to signal his presence. He couldn't let her, of all equines, see that he was in pain. And the way he stood at the moment, no one could have told that was hurting. It just seemed that he was standing there, silent and unemotional as ever.

.x.Vous Avez Appelé.x.

[Sphynx]

|xSphynx|

Zeniths flickered lightly listening to painful beats of blades. Heart sunk knowing he was still in pain, maiden turned her petite elegant monument. Blades moved with swoft movements towards him, she knew he needed support but the thing he needed the most was someone to tame the beast within. Lips brushed against his neck while the mistress of bloody bay colourings was by his side. She knew he was french, but some times words would be spoken in english as well. She could both langruages, and she was far from scared to use them.
"Why are you scared to share your pain."

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Words spoken with the same shrilling tune they always held. Darkened straws of milky silk brushed against his neck while lips held still. The mistress of mystery and darkness waiting for her masters answer, but she would never reveal her true identity or secrets for him, the time was not right and they had yet to share each others feelings. If they were true though.[/blockquote][/size][/center]

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

.x.Maintenant Qui Vous A Dit Cela.x.

Hadn't been unexpected, and had truly caught him off guard. Mind searched its dusty old vaults, trying to translate the english to french so that he could better understand what she was asking. Scared to share his pain? He wasn't scared. He did not share it simply because he did not want to hurt others. To attempt to share point nine to the negative three-hundred-thousandth four-hundred and fifty-fifth percent of his pain would be so bad that the one recieving it, or even looking upon it for that matter, would have their eyeballs melt and turn into goo. Which would run down their shattered faces and land with the rest of the body in a pile of ash. Or, to put it more simply; they would be killed. It was just too much for anyone to handle. Which is why he kept a lid on it twenty-four-seven. So that no one was hurt.

Scared? I'm not scared. I just don't want you to be hurt!

Maw unmoving as the French-tainted English words came from it. Timbers started to tremble, muscles quivering slightly. Optics averted themselves from the mare, as if apalled that he had said what he did. The soft caress of her mug across his nape sent shivers up his spine. Though the land around them was desolate and barren, the doing of his beast, it seemed suddenly more romantic. It could have just been his imagination, taking hold of his mind and playing with it like a man would a puppet. Or it was truly so, and something seemingly impossible was happening. Could it be? Could he really be...falling in love?

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.x.Maintenant Qui Vous A Dit Cela.x.

[Sphynx]

|xSpynx|

Scared? I'm not scared. I just don't want you to be hurt!
Mind let his words be caught and twirl there for minutes. Sun wasn't caught of guard, she just got the slightest scent of surprise. He don't want to hurt me? How could he hurt me if he hasn't tryed to share it yet? The question made damsel walk forth, the elegant body moved with no seductive tone. The damsel had chosen, but would he really want to care enough for it? She wanted him to share, she knew she did. Life was better by his side even with that other vixen in the land. Cranium was tossed lightly until it rested upon Souls spine. Flares breathed warm upon his spine, eyelashes had closed hiding the darkness that painted her jems.
"You won't hurt me Soul, ease your barrier some and try to let me in. Hurting me will take a lot more effort."

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There was no humor in her tone, but the shrilling cold could be there sometimes. Crania lifted looking at the darkened steed, she already knew her feelings was growing, but no chance that she would turn soft because of it. The damsel was a hard lad, but her warm emotions was never far from her facade and heart.[/blockquote][/center][/size][/color]

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

.x.Zero Gravité.x.

Suddenly relaxed, her words and actions melting his heart. She didn't understand. He didn't mean hurt emotionally, but physically. The last thing he would ever want in his entire life, was to see her hurt. Much less be the one who was the catalyst. If he killed her...he would never be able to forgive himself. To drown in a pit of white hot misery, just out of reach of sanctuary. This he would reduce himself to, if she ever died. Is letting someone die, the same as killing them?

If she wanted him to take down his defenses, then he would. Knowing full-well that once he had unleashed the demon, he could not control it. If she knew just exactly what he was capable of, would she still have wanted him to share his pain?

Skull dropped swiftly towards ash-laden ground. It stopped inches before maw smacked the charred earth. Harks pinned, pressing themselves so flat against nape that it seemed they would literally meld into it. Marron optics closed tightly, lids squeezing together to prevent any tear of pain from being shed. The physical pain welled within him as the demon shifted, and he sunk back, allowing it control. Timbers began to shiver and shake violently, threatening to give way at any moment. Pelt followed suit, twitching and shivering all over. A layer of sweat began to form as a sickening crack erupted from within his cage. Crania was thrown skywards, maw opening to release a silent scream that would never mar the air. Then, suddenly, all was still.

Boa arched, bringing crown down from the heavens calmly. All shivering had stopped, and the black stallion stood as if nothing had ever happened. Harks still lay back, though they now resembled horns, as they were no longer flattened. Optics opened, revealing marron pools that panned right to stare at Sphynx. Something wasn't right. To all appearences it was still Leader of Lost Souls. But there was just something about the eyes...The cold hard stare that they held, coming close to contempt? The icy proud way the stag held himself? No...no, couldn't be. It had to be the pure essence of death radiating from him. As if just looking at him could turn you to ash. It was a horrid feeling to even be near him, causing your heart to increase its pace until it burst. An overwhelming sense of terror that gripped you with hands as cold as death, squeezing you until you were paralyzed. Yet behind those twin glittering gems harboring the gateways to hell, was the slightest bit of amusement, and mischief.

'ello, poppet

The stag's words were no longer french-tained. They held no indication that they had ever been. It was a completely different voice from the well-known Leader of Lost Souls. It was a thin, hard voice, with an austrailian accent. But just as the rest of the stag's aura, his voice floated with dangerous notes that told of the imminent attack his mind was conjuring.

What had happened...

.x.Zero Gravité.x.

[Sphynx]

.:|Darkness|:.

Damsel of bloody bay snapped her gaze away. This steed wasn't the one she loved. He had turned over, it was darkness and hatred. Crania lifted from his spine, but she was far from scared from this one. Snort escaped listening to his song, what was with him? Was this how he was when defence was lowered? Questions of one thousand entered mind, but the possibilities was small. Larks twitched hearing the darkness within his words, not backing nor fearing damsel stood still. Whom was this demon within Soul? Heart dropped by the cold feeling, the silky beauty snapped her gaze into the others. His amusement was just disgust in her jems, but now she knew how much pain Soul had been in. Snort escaped Sphynx flickered her banner like a whip until talons moved forward. The seductive tone she could hold would always work, but this time she wasn't in that mood. She was holding a stallion dearly, and now she needed to feel his pain as well as hers. Crania got tossed in mid air, the sunset shone upon darkened lids.
"So your the one that is hurting Soul, a devil within a lost darkness. And your poppet is not me."

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Sharp tone with no insult snapped like a rattle snake. Damsel held a poison that wouldn't hurt physically neither mentally, it was the one hurting your mind instead.

.:|Love|:.

Even as the uninterested damsel curiousity had revealed her heart. She wasn't hurt not now at least, but if he tried she would think of something. Heart was cluttered and hurting seeing the demon within him, Sphynx ignored it, if she got emotionally hurt now she would make everything worse. No sigh escaped while damsel let out a slight snort yet again. Talons dugg into the earth lightly, she wanted to know why this demon was hurting Soul, why her love couldn't live normal. Why did he hurt and kill himself for others? Pity and love was forming in her oh so melting heart, she needed him and got the feeling he needed her as well. Patience was not revealed within her heart neither soul, the damsel waited with the silence, wind played in her locks of ebonite. Sun was her second name, and for that she would wait for the rising sun to decide her destiny,[/blockquote][/center][/color][/size]

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

The stag lifted his skull, releasing a horrendous laugh. This female was amusing. No wonder the pathetic weakling Souls loved her. Finished with his laughing, the crown of the dark stallion was lowered and turned sideways. One optic gazed at her, filled to the brim with amusement. A hellish grin appeared on his mug.

So, finally piec'd it all together, 'ave ya? And I do believe that you are my poppet, as I wish it.

Blades lifted themselves from the ashen ground, pillars pumping up and down slowly. Carrying the bulk of the stag 'round the mare, muscles bulged through pelt, larger than those of Soul's. Dark hellion circled her ominously, completing three laps before he finally came to a halt; behind her. But his side was towards her, full profile shown. Strategically he had placed himself too far to be kicked, yet close enough to do...well you could guess.

[Sphynx]

.:|No Play|:.

Banner flickered until it clutched, no one at least not a demon was going to try on her. Snort escaped as she turned looking at the demon in the eye calmly. I'm amusing to you aye? We'll see about that. Deamoness of bloody bay moved elegant past him and unto the open plains that had once ben there. Gazing back lips parted only releasing a deadly call. If this demon thought she was going to be his puppet he would be wrong. Fluttering darkness moved with seductive movements, she was playing with the hurtful manners, but would never be mounted, not my a demon. If it was the true Soul then yes, but not this other side. Banner flickered until clutching lightly again. Larks flickered backwards while she vanished within ashen. Jems moved swhile every nerve was on guard. Sphynx could feel his movements, her breath was silent while wind was twirling letting her scent be everywhere. She wasn't a fool, and this one wouldn't take her down. No steps was taken back, a old tree was behind her but she wasn't scared. This was only a movement to measure the demons powers. He thought she was his puppet? He would think it over. She was not going to let him take her down, Soul maybe but not this one.

OoC: I'll reply when I come home on Thursday I promise...work and boyfriend is taking a lot of time.

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

As Sphynx moved away, the stag suddenly dropped his head. His body quivered for a moment, as if he was going through it all again. But it stopped quickly, the pain minimal. Optics opened, holding the gleam that belonged only to Soul. Crown lifted, confusion swirling about like a cloud. Daggers lifted themselves from the earth to propel the bulk of the stag towards Sphynx. He wore a genuinely worried mask, skidding to a stop before reaching her. Stepping forward slowly, he showed that he meant no harm. Then he cautiously stepped to her side, searching her body over for any wounds. Tears able to be seem in his orbs, he threw his skull over her nape.

Je suis desole ma amour.

His voice was easily distinguished as Soul's, the French accent and even the tinge of hatred for the world's criticizing ways. It was truly him. Thrown off the demon to return to his love, the only horse that mattered to him. He refused to let his tears fall, for merely having them brimming is orbs was enough to show his concern for her and his utter misery that he ever let the demon meet her.

[Sphynx]

.:|Sadness|:.

Blood mixed within her colouring. Sphynx turned her elegant frame against Souls feeling his warmth. His aura was turned yet again he had sealed the demon within him again. Crania was lowered upon masculine spine, lips nipped his locks lightly while thougths twirled. Should she ask? Was it too soon? Yet she already knew that time had come to relax him. Crania was lifted, talons backed letting napes touch softly. Her slender orbs looked into his taking in the worried and tearful darkness. Lips moved letting her french be spoken with honesty and softness. The sharp tones was not there, but her hateful call to the new damsel would always stay in her heart.
"Il y a de rien soucier de. La coupure de coutume de démon m'Aime"

.:|Questions|:.

Damsel had let her voicebox spill words of soft coldness, the usual and loving sound from her nape. Forelocks tilted when deep breath was yet to be caught. She needed to ask him, it was an important matter and fact. She loved him and even this demon would not touch a hair on her new son or daughter, at least she hoped to get one. Crania was put against the lovers. Nape touched his yet again while they moved with soft motions. She spoke with a softer and gentler tone, she was serious in what she wanted and hoped he would be agreeing.
"Mon Amour, ce serait allright pour avoir un enfant ensemble ? Ma durée de vie toujours affaiblit un jour, mais je ne veux pas à détaché vous à cette haine de démons."

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

As Sphynx pressed up against him, the stag swung his skull over her nape, hiding it from view. Hiding the malicious grin that spread over his maw. Mug opened into a harsh neigh, reaching and grasping the skin of her neck. (sorry for the pping x.x)

Taking a step towards her, he pushed her boa away from his body, preventing her from harming him, and putting her into a completely helpless state. No matter how much she thrashed or struggled, he had a firm grip on her skin. And, short of tearing out of his grip and causing possibly fatal damage, she was trapped.

So, you want babes, eh? Well why not mine?

Despite the fact his mouth was full, his austrailian accent could be heard plainly. An evil cackle escaped his throat as he shifted around. Sliding his grip down her boa he caught her withers, stretching his neck as he came behind her.

You are gonna 'old still, and let me do what I want. Because every time you 'urt me, you 'urt your precious lover. I only use his body.

Grasping her withers between his fangs firmly, he had to place his chest up against her rump to keep his grip. He never released her skin, holding on tightly as he rose up on his hind legs and straddled her with his forelimbs. Daggers attempted to dig viciously into her sides. If she bucked, him being in the position he was in, she'd probably break a few ribs and puncture a lung. But, it wouldn't hurt the evil stallion. It would only hurt Soul, who was desperately trying to stop the demon from what he knew would happen. The stag had just imitated Soul's voice, and what he would have done. But he had messed up, if only slightly. Soul would have never embraced her so willingly so soon after his demon had had control. But Sphynx didn't know that, and now...

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[Sphynx]

|xSphynx|

The sudden movements made pillars clench together. Crania was about to hit and talons dugg deep not giving any pleasure. Snort escaped hearing the voice that was deep as the demons. Yet damsel didn't give anything towards this one, banner dugg low holding it from a breakable point. Sun was not going to give in for a demon, cranium moved not caring about crimson spilling down her troath.
"Soul don't give in for a pitiful mule of a demon, you'll only hurt yourself more then me and pain in you gives him pleasure. You sure you want that?"
Tunes of disgusting darkness was never to be told, but Sun used her outer hatred if she wanted. Just like a deep thread of blood cranium turned only to nip the demons lips. It wasn't an attempt to show weakness, it was only to show she wouldn't give up for this mule. Dome shook letting his teeth digg deeper feeling the blood inside her flow with warmth. She didn't feel any pain, and wouldn't give this one the pleasure to feel her fear if she had any. Talons moved rearing highly while feeling the weight upon her shoulders. Only silent snort escaped making Sphynx more exhausted then she had been before. Heavy breath escaped while voids of darkness was shut. Why can't demons understand their master? The last thought her mind manuvered until she stood still.

OoC: Sorry for bad post and pping if there was any in there lol.

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

Releasing the fae the stallion stepped away quickly, avoiding any kicks she could have thrown. Positioning himself far enough away to avoid any attacks but a charge, and yet still close enough to prevent her from leaving, the stag chuckled. That chuckle rumbled up into a greatly disturbing laughter that roared from his mug like the volcano with lava.

You are wrong, my little poppet. I am not of flesh and blood, I am a disease of Soul's mind. Any attack from you, doesn't only hurt flesh. It hurts your lover's heart, battering it like a tree in a blizzard. Are you sure you want that?

Another ominous chuckle came from his maw as he began to move forward again. But something stopped him. For a moment, his expression went blank, as if someone had just erased his memory. Marron optics flickered, filling with the mind of another being. They shone with pain, absolutely glittering with the emotion as tears came forth. They pooled in the bottom of the stag's windows, gathering until their own weight pulled them down his face. A great quivering set up on his body, the entire frame just seeming to shake. Pelt twitching rapidly, legs hardly able to support his weight. And then suddenly in stopped. All was perfectly still, save the tears that still rolled forth from his orbs.

And thus, Leader of Lost Souls was returned to his throne of power over his demon. It was plainer than day that the evil stallion was no longer among them. He had been locked away, screaming in fury, to await the next chance he would get at unleashing his anger unto the world. Soul lifted a timber, placing it forward as he attempted to get closer to his love. But his legs were weak, and crumbled beneath him. His heavy frame hit the ground hard, throwing ash into the air. What could have been compared to a whimper, escaped his maw. His tear-laden eyes turned upward to gaze sadly at Sphinx, apologizing for everything that had just happened. Then his skull lay along the ground, windows shut tight against the forming of tears, and the harsh, unbelieving stare of the world.

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[Sphynx]

your backXD
I was done with the post but deleted it sowwy
I'll reply ASAP tomorrow I promise!!