Rescue Me From Myself {{Fai}}

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Indigo

Indigo's daggers pierced the very earth. Her mane was swallowed up by the shadows and her heart was empty. Indigo's coat brushed near the rubble of the walls, she felt confined and suddenly it was more open. She wanted to be claimed, then maybe no stag could harm her... Again. Indigo cursed mutters under her breath, she was angry and sad all at the same moment. She suddenly stopped her forelock forgot to stop moving and swung into her eyes, I must look like a fool she thought, as she swished her flaxen tail around her silky black hocks. Indigo snorted as the mid-day dawned on her. She looked around as if to see another Unicorn or horse or anything really. She turned and reared, she was NOT used to being ignored and didn't like it one bit. Her maw opened and she called out, "All the brave stags who dare be by my come now!" Indigo swept across the ground at a graceful trot, he legs taking ground eating strides. When no one came Indigo let loose a sigh. Her heart had once belonged to someone and now it was free and she almost liked it, but all to soon. Indigo looked around and wandered off the road and began to graze on the sparse grass and wondered if her dream stallion would ever come and rescue her from herself.

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Machiavelli pondered over his talk with Tyrina. So much had happened. So much had changed, and now he had gathered that this was to be a tale of war. A wing'd matrimony of love hatred gone to fill an empty city in ruins. How much of a disaster this could turn to be. Velli, though, would not turn from Tyrina no matter what the cost. She knew this, though, that he would give his life for her. Despite his age, creeping sourly in his bones, he could fight and defend as he always had, with a just head and a fair mind for fighting.

His snow-grey pelt seemed oddly faded. As if his age had taken away his brilliance, and pushed him to the background. A king long forgotten. Even more oddly, he felt pleased. As if this granted him rights to step down responsibility and let Tyrina take the lead. He remembered how long he had been gone, a realized Tyrina had already taken that figurative rope long ago. Now, she would have a chance to prove herself. He would be of as much service as possible to his mistress. She was, indeed, his mistress. But he had sensed a change in her, something that made her act more rash, instinctive, and it not only lurked behind her eyes, but also in her heart. He could feel these sorts of things.

He knew this meant war. He knew it meant there would be suffering and struggle. He could only hope he could protect Tyrina from this, but he also saw it was much too late for that. What he should say, was he wanted to protect her from more suffering and struggle.

He decided he would go and scout, so Tyrina could rest, and that was how he had ended up wandering to this desolate corner of the slowly smoldering city. He minded the sharp debris that littered the street. The settling smog stung his eyes, so he could not see far in front of him. He did not mind, letting thoughts of happier days fill his mind. He remembered that wonderful picture of Tyrina as a filly.

His thoughts were suddenly cut through by a challenge of a mare. He smiled in amusement at her comment, hearing her, but not seeing. He crept, hidden by rubble, to see the possessor of this voice. He suddenly spotted the mare, and noticed she was a unicorn. He realized that this was his new enemy, but this particular mare did not seem to be looking for a fight.

Her coat was an odd hue to his eyes, but then he realized that Tyrina and his own pelts had been changed over time as well. This mare, though did not seem to have lived so many eras. He knew that unicorns were oft brightly hue'd, but this was truly a magnificent display, as far as colors go.

He stepped forward after a moment to respond to her comment, the cause of his amusement. "Lost, young lady, are we? I believe the horses of horns live in the other direction." Realizing that himself being a horse might alarm her, he added assuredly, "I shall hold the peace, unless you so take offensive, and give me occasion, for then I shall be apt enough to take insult, though I mean not to make bold withal."

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Indigo

Indigo grazed around the debris and sought for love and at least a companion. She was hoarse from the air around her which despite her freedom, seemed to close in and seep into her mind and thought, as if too read her mind and complete the work of the devil. Indigo's mind raced as this thought passed through her mind, it scared her. As she began to give up hope of finding a mate, lover, or companion a rustle in a bush told her someone was nearby.

Indigo called out, "If you are there let yourself be known," and with that a stallion stepped forward. Not at her command but at his own will, it surprised her. The stallion's pelt was grey and a sign of much prior shine still stuck to it like dust on these old buildings. Indigo moved forward and being a fae bowed her head slightly as this horse on his will also could crush her beneath his daggers. Indigo loved the way he talked and then she noticed... He had no horn, it seemed oblivious enough but smart Indigo hadn't noticed. She could tell he was trying not to scare her at all, and she liked that.

All her life she had been pushed down and disrespected and never given a opinion of her own, for herself. That when she thought, Even though he be that of a horse maybe he could be my knight in shining Armour. Indigo gazed hopefully into his deep eyes. They were wonderful, and special. Indigo answered, " Dear Stallion, I will hold peace and never start un-holding it." She finished lamely, her maw turned somewhat red and she nickered, "Do you have land oh mighty stallion?" She was trying to sound not to eager. Wherever he went she wanted to be close to him.

Indigo sidled up to him and tensed in nervousness, Will he accept me?? she wondered...

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Velli watched the unprotected lines of the femme, and was more amused that she seemed almost incredulous due to his appearance. Firstly, it could have been his fog-hue'n peltage emerging from the smog. He suspected that would prove to be an advantage, if indeed in the coming months that would hold battles. Battles against enemies, the unicorns. Everything seemed so contradictory, but he couldn't doubt it. His hate was not personal, but rather came through the medium of Tyrina. What was her bidding, was his destiny. He knew many a 'quine that had lived like that for himself, when he had lead his own harem, and he felt that he owed it back, to Tyrina and to society in general.

He wondered if their ever would come a time he would have to be required to battle this mare. He dearly hoped not. Some horses and unicorns were more apt to fight, as others were in only for security. The heart-filled leaders would have to remember in the midst of this war that some only came for security, and not to engage in battle. A harem was a harem, after all. He wondered that this idea was not as welcome as it would have once been, and it felt slightly dooming.

Never the less, he would keep good humor now, to this potential foe, in hopes of keeping the mood light while he could. Soon he would return to Tyrina to find if she had made any plans. This was one thing Velli's old mind had not lost, his planning- not to mention the articulate diplomatic edge in both manner and his plans. He could almost feel himself coming back, as if he had been a mould that had been waiting for the liquid that Tyrina had pooled into him, giving him a purpose. But also his reason and caution. He would not act too rashly, become too fickle, nor let anger and violence plague his vision.

He let his mind drift away for a moment, memorizing the contours of olde. He knew his values were set in stone, but he wondered how Tyrina's had shaped. Had they been shaped by love, agony, or both? Quite possibly the last, he decided, for though he knew some of the war, he did not know of the Fabe of two equines, of Zerkzies and Tyrina, of the years he had been gone.

And how he so wished he had not! Or that this could be some other time or some other war. He thought of this as he examined the femme once more, and shook the sadness from his occuli, masking them again with humour. He was almost sad this femmora were not a horse, for then he could offer to bring her into Tyrina's harem, but alas, he could only chat, and let her go in hopes of her being found by another of her...type.

He responded with mock seriousness to her comment. "Ah, yes, un-violence. These daggers are far to old to draw! A sword for a sword comes a crutch for a crutch, I suppose." He let a whickered laugh escape his kissers. At her next inquiry, though, he couldn't help but let the mood darken. "If land be that of dreams, I am plentiful. But dreams are children of an idle brain, begot of nothing but vain fancy. As for might, what I hobble about, and ask for no more of it than the head on my neck. It is with great sadness I cannot comply to your request, but even that not-with-standing, in these parts we are of opposing natures." He finished with an ominous warning in his tone, but also an apologetic sorrow.

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Indigo

Indigo knew the stallion would refuse, he was brave. Yet it seemed one in another area controlled him, Indigo could relate yet she as sad. The stallion was of the horse nature and was an enemy of her kind and to her dismay he accepted this boundary. Though she did not. Indigo looked at the stallion with scorn as he mocked her, it was rude and uncalled for. She was sensitive and he had gone far, he was not hers and she could not blame him for she was a unicorn and him but a horse. Indigo nickered, " Yes I suppose it can be that way, not us of course." Indigo looked and nodded. She turned her rump to him and letting her neck drape over his in goodbye. Indigo wished for him to turn and call her back.

She looked again over her shoulder and asked, "Can you tell me where to travel to find "MY NATURE?" she said hotly and sadly at the same time. Indigo wished and hoped he would follow or at least call her back.

[moonlight]

Life was just a little to cruel for his likings. Deep miserible pain burrowed inside his muscular chest. Like someone had drove a spike straight through the absidian king, and left his broken body for the vultures. That's how felt. If she really wanted his dead or not, it seemed not to matter. The rouge queen said her poisionis words had no meaning, but their venom was enough to leave him dieing inside. She had said it, and that was enough. Enough to confnce the stag every choice he made for the better of his race and for Tyrina, was wrong. Maybe she did care. Maybe she didn't. Nothing anyone could and would say now would be able to fix the hole she left. Even if Tyrina appoligozed a hundred time and hundred more over. Not even the crimson siren was capible of fixing the hole she left. He could only hope that her wish came true. Her venemous lyrics rang insie his head. 'all I care is that I see you dead' Maybe one day her wish would come true. Immortal or not, the king went full knowing that one day her wish would come true. And then the pain would stop.

Multi-hued optics peeked out from the tall shadows of mid-day. Created by looming skyscraped, their armor a dangerous array of glass. The high flaxen sun beat down through the thick chemical-tainted atmosphere. Glinting from the broken rubble of glass and steel. Manhatten Claim had the same allure of anyplacein this godforsaken city. Destruction. The obsidian king could not understand why humans felt the need to build such structors. Did they not have enough land on the ground to house their kind? Must the airspace as well be marked with such hidious creations just for the purpose of one race? Did they not have the courtisty to leave Mother Nature be, as she was fully intended to exist? Neither Unicorns nor Equine did such a thing. They didn't build structors to block out the sky, or pollute what little water the earth had left. It the world had been born without the hand of man, the skys would be clean and land once again beautiful with green and blue. Not the lifeless grays of man.

Machiavelli. A scowl tugged at the corners of his drawn expression. Filling his multi-hued optics with anger, and if not just a hint of jelousy? Zerkzies knew full well who the knight was. Tyrina's surragete father. The old-tycoon had long sence disapeared. There was no question in his mind Tyrina had forgiving the old-man for his disapearence. But why-oh-why could she not forgive the one she loved? Or so he had always assumed she loved, but now a growing doubt in his mind told it was just a shame. That his heart had been made a fool of. The brute had not seen Machiavelli in such a long time, and was not so glad to see him now. The old stag would probebly be glad they were at war, at least for him that ment Zerkzies and Tyrina were no longer together. Gaze fell over the ebony fae stnding not far from Machiavelli, a unicorns. Her horn matched his own, a long sharpened ivory spiral. Now seemed the best time to make intrioductions. Ebon daggers clopped the rubble, sending a thick cloud of smog with each arrogent proud step, till he was close enough. Vocals rang out with the politest of tone that seemed to mask the hurt and stubborn words. "Ah Machiavelli, so I see you beat me to her eh? Hasn't it been such a long time." Cranium swivled to the paramour, his gaze still locked on the old-gray. "Welcome fae, I am Zerkzies."

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Shattered by the dire wont the situation had taken on, Velli lost every last distinction of comic and lightness that had played across his face. He had not meant the femme such insult, and he was disappointed she had taken his commentary as hurt. He certainly did not want to start the fight, and he would not, unless he were attacked. He supposed this unicorn was a bit confused in her boundaries, a hopeful Juliet in mind, and carefree in balance. Supposing that lead to rash decisions, he weighed her character against the Tyrina of the past.

Indeed, this left him pondering once more the true 'nature of the beast.' Having established it was love the bitter quarrel must have ignited with, supposing that love a spark from flint and tinder, he wondered what would happen when the place started to burn. Figuratively, mind you. He knew that the spark was spreading, and he was doing his part in that as well, by merely being here. He should, he knew, go back to the horse's rightful territory. It was close by, but not close enough to be of any circumstance of fait, should a fight indeed erupt. He knew that if this carried on much longer, more attentions would surely be drawn to it. He was, indeed, surprised the mare had taken his comments so harshly. By nature he had meant nothing more than being on opposite sides of this conflict.

He found he was right, as a way in seeking attentions goes, for a seeking foe arriving from the settling dust. Velli glimpsed his markings, and knew exactly who he was, a face he would not soon forget. He had known this one so very long ago, yet it was not long he knew him, and the last they met they were in good graces. He supposed that this hellion was to be the reason of his mistresses embitterment. The mystery was half solved for him, now just the details remained unpainted in the picture.

He immediately tensed, ready, in case the other should spring for one reason or another. He let a grave sustenance take his complexion, but then thought better of it. He relaxed, and let a smile twist to his face. His eyes showed he was here with peaceful intentions, but he did not fear a fight. He studied the brute, wondering if he considered this little visit with one of his kind a challenge.

His steely frame did not move, save for the cocking of one hind dagger, to show his nonchalance. He let his mind wander again, realizing he was really quite apt to do so, forming a picture of Tyrina and Zerkzies, much as they looked today, but without the cloud that hung like doom, distorting their proportions in the sense of his picture, as it went. "Zerkzies, my good boy," he replied, his tone that of welcome, of wisdom, of a father. "Time is only measured in the occult of those with hour glasses. Thus, no more has time passed than has my great joy to see you, assuming we are here on happy turf*!"

{{I suppose I should put in some explanations of things that otherwise could be confusing, since I can't state them out loud, I suppose.}}
*happy turf-neutral grounds, or non-threatening manner

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Indigo

Indigo pranced away now angry at the HORSE whom refused her. She kicked the ground and debris with her fore daggers. She snorted as a breeze tickled her nose, she turned as a new voice came about. It was that of a stallion and as she whirled upon the now two, she saw it was a Unicorn one of her species. Indigo nodded to him, as she was a fae and she liked this stallion better than the jerk whom turned her away, for HER species. Indigo turned his voice was that of indignation and boldness. He was more modern more of her type. He was handsome as she turned to directly face the Stallion. So, his name is Zerkzies she liked it.

Indigo plainly turned and smacked her tail into the face of the horse, now this was a stallion. Velli on the other hand, was not a stallion despite being handsome, he was not a Unicorn and now here was one dangling right in front of her. Indigo batted her eyes and nickered to Zerkzies ," I am Indigo." She stopped she would not give her heart to a stranger and a handsome one at that. He was probably already taken and by some idiot mare. Indigo snorted she had been silly. As she looked in her reflection in a small smoggy pool. Indigo sighed along with it, she was hopeless.

Beautiful yes, but untouched and still young she wanted a stud and a handsome one at that. Her horn was a beautiful pink and blue as she planned, her's changed color due to her mood. She was bubbly yet sad at the same time. She turned to Velli and awaited his response to the brave, Zerk. Whom was polite and and did I mention Handsome. Indigo looked to him and stood by him and awaited his response. Indigo swished her tail where as her hide was clean from the debris that had floated onto her coat.

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It beat him to the ground. 'Give up, you are nothing more in the eyes of your harem. You are old and useless.' The words still rang so perfectly in his crania. He sighed, trying to block out the rest of the dialogue. It came to him anyway, like a sin to a thief, but rather this had been the defining point of his last dissapearance. 'As years pass, I have seen many, but I thrive young as the stars in the sky,' he had responded. It was funny how he could recall parts of the conversation so well. He remembered the reply, too. 'Ah yes, you may live forever now, but your value has already gone, foolish one.' Words had never daunted him before. They always say, actions speak louder than words. And whoever 'they' were, they were right.

His mind was drawn back to the present as he looked at the ruins that surrounded him. He was back again, and he should have to make up for lost time. The inexorable pull Tyrina had always held to his weather-rough'd peltage made it all the more easy to give all he had for her. He would fight these beings in front of him if he were challenged, and he would fight as well as he could. His hate for Zerkzies grew by the moment, as he worked out that this brute was the cause of Tyrina's pain. This, though, in turn must mean Tyrina still had feelings for the hellion in some deep part of her heart, and if he were invariably to be killed, she would be the only one to do so.

So, if he were to fight now, he would not kill either unicorn. Perhaps he would even retreat if they were to attempt to kill him. His reason lying in a live, shamed horse being better than a dead one. He would not leave in cowardice, however, willing to take pain and injury if so was fair.

His orbs had been on Zerkzies, awaiting reply, but he now shifted to Indigo, hearing her speak. Though they were enemie, he was a bit saddened he had upsetted her. He had not intended to sound rude, only to help her understand why he could not welcome her into Tyrina's harem. He supposed he had lost his charm with femme's, being old and losing his refined manner. He felt blunt and rude, since his words had been taken so. At least Tyrina didn't seem to mind. He should be getting back to her, but he would wait until this confrontation with Zerkzies had ended, well or badly all the same. He hoped dearly the conflict was not far along enough yet that they could leave on peaceful terms.

He glanced up at the buildings, after seeking Indigo's form as she spoke. They seemed as cruel and unrelenting as the two lords of the land, and it was only irony that could say this seemed to suit them well. No, this would not be a short war, and it would have many battles and much bloodshed. Velli could only hope to be ready in time as he was needed.

{{Ach, sorry I posted I just really really really was itching to post. I should have probably waited, but Velli didn't utter a single sound. xD}}

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[moonlight]

It was obvious they couldn't be together, Zerkzies and Tyrina. Te signs were so obvious he wished himself blind if only to spare the pain of dimming hope. Hope was the wort of all this mess. If his heart couldnt take the pain of losing his beloved Tyrina his mind had always been there to back him up. It had been that way through the 2,000 years they were seperated. But it was now hope that refused to let his mind convince his heart to let go. Even if it felt like the crimson queen took the foolish organ with her, the sensation of forced him to clutch onto the idea that the lost love had a chance. His mind however knew better. One way or another, thi war would end with one or both of their deaths. The obsidian brute could only hope it was his own death that ended this bloody vendetta. Death was a whole new misery to indure. If there was such thing as a heaven and hell, Zerkies was sure his soul wasn't worthy of heaven's sweet grace. An eternety in hell sounded like perfection compared to the hell on earth that was his current life.

His multi-hued gaze held firm with Machiavelli's old and wise ones. is own was mixed with an uncomparible array of pain, agony, misery, depression, and rage. And if not a little confusion, for the crimson mare that caused every emotion in his pools only added to the confusion. She had without a doubt forgiven this old hack. But not the one he had assumed she loved? Were all those memories and emotions nothing to her? If he died, would she care? Would she shed even one worthless tear for his corpse? It was not in Zerkzies's capibility to turn away from what the queen was doing. Not once had she shown any comprehention to his feelings. It was only what she wanted, what she felt, what Zerkzies had done wrong. Did after all these year Machiavelli deserve forgiveness what he himself did not? "Ah Machiavelli but it is only on happy turf that your joy stays strong, but anywhere else no? I assure you my feelings for the queen will be extended toward her loved ones. If that only means you have no threat from me so be it."

Cranium swived away from the old Machiavelli, and landed so innocently on the ebony fae. His lyrics were nothing to those not listing, but if Machiavelli was anything he remember the true meaning would be as if spelled out before him. This was was not Zerkzies and Tyrina's war. It was only Tyrina's. A warm smile drifted over his silken velvets, the fae's lyrics greeting his auds so sweetly compared to the old gravel of Machiavelli's. "Indigo, it fits. It's a pleasure to meet you dear Indigo." Curving boa pulled below his knees in a poite bow, before pulling back up.

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Velli looked around, knowing he had to keep moving, to get to where Tyrina would find him. She would track him, he knew, so he wasn't worried about her not finding the spot he would chose. He would just have to find the appropriate place. And this, certainly, was not an appropriate place. This place was filled with a terrible foreboding, and Velli knew this was heavy with conflict and war. He did not need to be here, and he feared dire consequence. He was not a coward, but now was not the time and place to fight, unless it were to be a petty quarrel, and he to fall in vain, as a Mercutio of happenstance.

He marvelled that the mare had had a change or heart so quickly, being quite contrary as she seemed. It was odd she had taken to him quickly, and now seemed to hold such bitter discontempt. This made Velli wonder if there were to be a fight, if her hatred was enough to spark this figurative case of dynomite, causing it to explode. And he was at a disadvantage, being two on one, though he had the senoirity, and certainly didn't lack experience.

He would fain renouce his part in the conversation, but yet he feinted back in order to take leave if need be. His priority was to find a grounds for Tyrina, and this certainly did naught but bad, and helped his caused no more than eating a dead truffle, its delicacy lost to infectious rot. Not of course that the company was rot, only that rot applied to the aspects of situation as far as where this coversation would go.

He could only hope he would be to the place by nightfall, for his occuli could not seek well once night blanketed the terra. He already peered through innumerable centuries to see the present, and to make the future a time visible to him, he had to aviod straining his orbs. He felt foolish, worrying over something so basic as eyes, but with old age comes problems. He didn't know where humans came up with wisdom, for that was aquired through means that had nothing to do with age, certainly.

"Good, chap, it is to my utter delight we do not strive to quarrel. Of course, I have pledged myself to Tyrina, and I fear that means we are now rivals, and as such I do not feel inclined to stay. As the hourglass tips, I may take fancy and leave, begging your pardon," Velli spoke, directed at Zerkzies, but including the femme.

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