Do You Feel Death?

[TobyMacFreak]

The night was still as the large Gypsy Vanner stallion walked through the land. It blew his mind that the dark herd he lived in had picked a wonderful and "light" place to live. He knew the land had a nasty past, but he still didn't understand. As he walked he thought these things over, but no answer came to him.

The half moon shone down on him as he came to the creek that ran through the middle of the valley. He came here every night, waiting, for something. He didn't know what he was waiting for, but he knew he should stand there. The painted stallion looked down into the water and saw his pale face. He snorted and the water shifted, making his reflextion blurr.

He stamped a hoof and stucked in the warm night air. "What am I waiting for?" He asked himself, and the "light" land around him, hoping he would get an answer.

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[Painted Darkness]

(((no muse sorry!!!!)))


Light bodiance hoovered over the ground. The vixen's daggers stamped her trail inot the ground.They were her past, where she had gone, and where she had been. They were prints of hell.Her past... bloody... her future..... shattered. The big vixen darted through the dark charred terrain. She darted from tree to tree, swaying back and forth as she danced through the darkness. This was her Land, this was her home. She longed to Stay here forever. She had battled the king and took he throne. Now she was queen. She scared everyone away.

A smirk crossed her kissers. She now smelled another. It wasn't just anyone, it was a bronco. She had an evil glare in her eyes. She thingyed her head and her smirk showed her fangs. She cackled at that someone dared to step upon her ground. Incemnia hissed at the thought. And she would not stand for it. This were her land. And she was queen of all the dark lands. Incemnia speeded her pace up to a gallop. Her daggers dug into the ground. Each hoof mark was a dark story and memory left behind.

Incemnia was near to the middle of the the land. She was moving through the forest land. When she got to the middle land it was be a valley. The valley of death, the valley of the shadows. She took over alot of ground. The brutes scent got stronger. Her daggers hit a padded turff, she was now in shadow valley. The stream that divided lands was rushing with water, and was of a buzzing noise.

Standing there was a big black and white stallion, he's colors was of a light and dark. He must be a rebel. Thats what his colors show. But who knows. Incemnia stomped forward. She halted a few feet away. What buisness did this brute have to come onto her terrain. Then shespoke in harsh tones.


"What business do you have setting your daggers upon my land?"

Incemnia hissed. A smirk slithered back across her kissers. Hmmm would this stag be her toy, Would she play with his mind, or rip his throat out? Her cackled to herself. Then waited for his reply.

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[TobyMacFreak]

Xavier

Was this a game?

The painted stallion turned and looked back to his dark queen. He listened to her cruel words and then hid his laughter. He had learned never to laugh in front of anyone, when he was very young, six months to be exact. He blinked his dark blue eyes and turned to face the queen. He dipped his black and white skull to her. He shifted on his hooves and lifted his head from its position.

"I have been looking for something, and I have been drawn here." He told the female before him, and shifted his lips from a smirk back to nothingness. He turned his dark blue gaze to the stream beside him. His reflection was back, and this time his whole body was shown. He could see the power in himself, or was that just fat? He looked closer at his face and saw the scar near his eye that ran down to his jaw bone. That scar was a long story, but he loved to share it.

He turned his dark gaze back to the female and wondered if she was just playing with him. He had lived in this land his whole life, he had been in this land three years longer than his queen had. He had seen all that she had done, and he was very fond of everything she had done. He blinked and then swished his dark tail about his backside, hoping his queen realized who he was and didn't kick him out of the home he had been in forever. If she would try, then they would fight. He wouldn't leave with out a fight.

::Wash Away What I've Done::

[OOC-Read his history, and then you'll understand this post. How about we make it like she was trying to play a game with him, test him?]

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[Painted Darkness]

Incemnia stood there and watched him. She had noticed that this was someone she knew. Someone who had lived here for a long time. But who was it. She had a puzzled look on her face. The bronco was a big black and white power mass. And a battle scar ran down his face. Like a lions kill. As the claws drag down its sides. And the lion breaks its neck, and then it falls to the ground. And the lion stands proudly over its catch.

She throught for a bit and stood and was still looking at this power house. She knew him, and she knew it. But who was he. How did she know him. No one has set foot in her valley in a long time, the last beast that did was Xavier. And he had been in the lands for ages. She took a glance back at the bronco. Oh, it was Xavier... he has returned... Why in such a long time, why has he wondered back. Hmmm she thought.

Xavier why have you returned? What do you seek?

Her tones were still at a cruel tint. Why had he been gone so long? She hadn't seen the face of him in years. What was he doing back? Why has he came crawling back to her. She though she had got rid of all the beast that had lived there at one time. And her and Xavier the the one she once loved. But he left. And now why has he returned.

(((sorry about the adding parts in like him leaving and her loving him before.)))

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[TobyMacFreak]

Xavier

Why had he come back?

The stallion had been through a lot in the past year, leaving his home land, trying to make it out of the Valleys and away. He took a deep breath as he looked over the queen before him. He knew he couldn't leave the valleys because of her, because they were connected somehow, but he had never figured it out before. His male brain had never caught on why he was connected with her. He knew that she knew why he couldn't leave the valleys. He shifted on his hooves a little, making his feathers on the end of his legs move.

He heard her words and he threw his black colored ears back. He looked into her cold orbs and he remembered why he had left in the first place, but she hated him, ot at least she acted like she did. He had loved his home so very much, and that was the only thing he had let his heart love. For land can never hurt you. He looked over to the stream again. When he looked he saw a scared stallion, on the inside. He still looked powerful on the outside, that was for sure.

He turned his dark blue gaze back to her and he opened his maw to speak. "I have come back, because I wasn't aloud to leave the valleys." He told her, his tone matching her own cold one. He locked eyes with her and promised himself that he would not tell her how he had been sent back into his home land. No, nothing could make him tell her how he had come back.

::Wash Away What I've Done::

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