B r o k e n D r e a m e r

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OOC: I'm new when it comes to advanced role playing..
so please forgive my awful posts.

Chasing d r e a m s

The lush vegetation lulled over the fence once designed to contain it,as an animal that required constant supervision.Left to grow rampant by the extinction of what was once the master species,it had become rampant,lifting itself over the wrought iron fence palings as if it were nothing.Flowers mingled with the most common vegetation,red or yellow blurs in the green waterfall the park had become.The rusted iron gates swung on their long since oiled hinges,squeaking noisily in the breeze that brought with it minor relief form the oppressing humidity,the moisture in the air thick and damp,almost tangible.A few trees were dotted in small copses about the surface of the park,several weeping willows forced to watch their tears vanish in the field of overgrown grass that now threatened to overwhelm them.The concrete path remained untouched,except by a few brave entrepreneurs of the vegetation kind,spreading themselves through the black lines etched jaggedly over the concrete surface,that lead up to the pathway between the two skyscrapers that towered over the lands,dominating the horizon line from afar,crumbling relics from a world far gone,vanished into the distance of time and space.

Amidst it all,the emerald stalks jutting crudely from the earth reaching the lower regions of her stomach,stood the ghostly fatale,orbitals of an azure hue focused resolutely on the crumbling skyscrapers,a most foreboding sight.They towered,dwarfing every single building around in a sort of foreboding majesty,absolutely silent,although one may expect such a monstrous structure to roar and bare sharpened fangs.The ground was hard,yet littered with countless reflective shards of glass,each uttering a small 'chink' noise as if in reprimand,if one the the minx's beige flints struck so much as a corner of it.if more than a corner was hit there would be a crushing sound,ominous even in it's near silence,perhaps more so due to the eerie silence that had descended upon the ruined city,the wreck of the ship of time.

But back,once more,to the star-licked mare that now surveyed this colossal gathering of structures through tealed orbitals.Built lightly,however with evident strength in her slender stilts,ended in fawned discs worn from the years of treading across rocky terrain.with a well defined cerebrum,her orbitals were of a light shade of blue,however somewhat distant.This did not detract from her look of intelligence,however.Her ribbons remained untangled,cascading down her slightly arched tower,a silver waterfall of protein strands.With a sharp blade upon her tiara,the grooves upon her horn were perfect,an un-ending spiral making it's reptilian way up the ivory.Utterly still upon a plinth of concrete,diadem was lifted to survey once more the structures dwarfing her.The pathway was,she knew,the entrance to the Realm itself,the residence of the Unicorn herd.

The pathway looked ominous as well,a gaping cavern lined with the shadows themselves,however light was visible at the end of the walkway between the two buildings,a reassuring sight.Even if this was the case,Rexinite had yet to catch a glimpse of life,so much as a single movement.The evening was still,a calm drifting over the lands of Arranha Ceu.With the late afternoon,the breeze had gone,leaving the dreadful humidity to settle over the pearled minx's canvas,a damp film covering her entire chassis.Deciding it was best to get this over and done with,the ivory mistress moved into the pathway,diamonds echoing off the blackened brick walls as she made her way down the passageway,littered with glass shards,a reflective pathway throwing distorted patterns of light and dark up over the white advertisement painted onto the side of one wall.This caused part of her to be thrown into sharp relief in the light-the other,darker shades of grey,differing depending on the curve.

Lowering her head in order to gain a better view of the corner she was about to turn,vocals were relinquished,surprising for one who looked as fragile as she.They were intelligent and firm,however with a sweet edge,like a flute.Clear and unruffled.Is there anyone around?The question held an inquisitive tone,it was instilled into every unicorn that this was the Kingdom.But she had yet to see a sign of life,and glass and rubble littered the streets.Thorns flicked back at an angle,straining to catch the slightest sound.Where was the King?And why was it so deserted?Had he left his realm in this state of disrepair intentionally-or was it merely the ravages of time taking their toll on the husk of the city?A cautious step was taken forward,carrying the pearled femme from the lip of the alleyway,into the street lined with trees,glass still creating a shattered pathway of jagged edges up the pavement.Serpentine craned to look around,searching out any single sign of life that would point her in the direction of the King.

That only just p a s s e d

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The city was large and ruthless to the common beast. Tyrina could only smile at that. Nothing was as beautiful that this place, broken as it was; it still held beauty that couldn't be equal to another. The crimson mare took in a deep swallow of damp air. After living in the forest so long, she was ready for a change. Something unnatural. Her daggers clipped against the hard cement, where it wasn't broken or littered with glass. Her silver and aged orbs took the time to study Zerkzies terra. Hard and tall buildings stared back at her. They seemed to be looking at her with their own life. Taller than any tree she had ever seen, they blocked out the sun to cast a dismal shadow on the ground.

Tyrina smirked, after 2,000 years she still looked the four year old she had been then, except for her silver orbs. Aged and wise with everything she had seen, and was not meant to see. Her rouge coat was beyond that of something her kind would wear. The silk tress that cascaded down her thick neck. Glass beads were braided into her shoulder length banner, fire painted on their glassy forms. They had been a gift to her, from a human girl, some 800 years ago. Those beads stood for the fire in her coat, and her soul. Like the raging heat, she to would only stand for what she believed in. Nothing would stop her from taking her dream. Not even the king she had once loved.

Her liquid metal pools took a second gaze at her surroundings. So this would be Zerkzies land. Tyrina had to give it to the bastard it looked like his cup of tea. With the intruding skyscrapers and tunneling rode. The crimson mare didn't even worry about seeing Zerkzies here, he wouldn't dare to come after her. Not being the first queen, and the one he had tricked into giving immortality. Teeth ground against each other as if in pain. He didn't even understand his anger! Why would he? An inner voice asked. The she devil sighed. He wouldn't understand, because his Friends and family were everlasting, but she: She had watched her family and Friends drop like flies in only a matter of a couple of years. Granted she had tried a attempt at suicide, but it seemed that to was not something an immortal could have. She hadn't tried again for the fact that it had hurt to much and was a waste, unless it really worked and her attempt had just sucked.

She would forever be stuck with the curse of being alone, tired, and in love with the enemy. The majestic mare roared and snatched a dagger out at the innocent air. Her heart was flooded over with just unhappy feelings. What was she to do? Another resolve entered her. Tyrina was done caring for that jerk. He had no right to have her emotions in a tangle. Her muzzle jutted up into the tangled air of the old city. Her canvas felt damp with the humidity of the on coming summer. She only hoped Zerkzies caught her here so she could piss him off.

Her track of thinking was stopped with a quick jerk, when she took notice of another. This one wasn't from the old times. It was a female and she was yet young in unicorn standers. Rina could smell it on her, the innocence leaked off her in buckets. The scarlet mare was almost thinking of playing with the vixens head a little, but it wasn't in her. She was mad and a little crooked after all these years alone, but she wasn't evil. It wouldn't be against her to kill his kind when it came to war, but this was going to be easy banter, and the first she would have with another unicorn other than Zerkzies, since the old times. Rina was almost curious if the feme would know who she was.

Tossing her beaded tress over her to the other side of her neck, to releave it of the heat. Her long appendages began to trot out pulling her along a long avanue of old rodes and towering buildings. The other beasts scent was still clinging to the air. It helped when a moment later her voice filtered the breeze. The rouge mare smirked when she saw her down the strait rode, right in front of her. She was white as when the humans had cleaned their sheets. Rina could only smile. This would be a interesting converstation. Seeming that no horse was to talk to a unicorn, under her command. What would this mare think when she talk to her? Her hooves still raked the floor mixed with glass and cement.

With a light nicker, she stopped right before the horned beast. Her spiral was much like the others. The older the unicorn the more things they had about their body. such as gems about the base of their horn. Or a tattoo about their body. Rina smiled at that. Zerkzies had once wished to give her a tattoo, but that was a long time ago. When she had cared. "Hello vixen, some one is here." Her voice was soft and young sounding. The only part of her that betrayed her age was her silver orbs, that seemed to look right through another. What would this one do? How would she react to her presence? Rina only waited for the young beast.

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Watch me c o r r o d e

The ruined city was like the wreck of a ship,no birds flew the skies,gracing the wind with the addition of their breath.It was a silent as the grave,with the eerie feeling of one as well,as if all fresh air had been blocked out,leaving only the dreadful clammy feeling that inhabited the ruins of what was once one of the greatest cities in the world.The fore-tresses adorning her facade fell over her teal orbitals,obscuring a bar of one of the bright lanterns,creating a white line down the center of her vision.The muscles on the right side of her arched serpentine caused her diadem so carefully crafted to flick,removing the obscuration from her sight line.

The slightest breath of wind caused the leaves to lift from the concrete in a strange sort of dance,circling once or twice before falling back onto their grey,hard resting place with a final sigh,seemingly exhausted from their physical exertion.But this wind did more than relieve the humidity,or stir the leaves like cereal in a bowl.It brought with it a scent,one that every unicorn instinctively knew,and it was bad.The cochineal minx who led the Equines in this war,dyed with the unnatural red hue she was known for.The lids covering her eyes slid halfway down their natural tracks,one piston lifted to turn her bodice around,turning her front half to survey the crimson demoness before her so boldly.Tyrina.It was evident,of course.

The duchess was walking towards her now,slowly,plastering an innocent smile all over her facade.The ivory washed fatale ground her teeth at this act,the sound audible from a few centimeters away.Although Rexinite was not evil,in the strictest sense of the word,the moon-kissed mistress would waste no time in playing her own little mind games and blatantly deflecting sarcasm with serious answers.It had,she had found,given her a strange sort of protection from attempts to trick her,kid her,and turn people against her.She would not resort to this unless it proved necessary.

Lifting an eyebrow the ivory lady took an equalizing step forwards,greatly narrowing the distance between the pair,both sworn as enemies by their breed.Thorns flicked back in a display of uncertainty-it was of course,false.In response to Tyrina's sweetly uttered words,no doubt layered with poisoned sugar,an appropriate response was given through a parted mug.Well,Tyrina,I did rather figure that.Seeing as a red equine is fairly difficult to miss by those not blind.

Like a beast and r e p o s e

[moonlight]

Through the thick mist of man's destruction, life began once again. Stunted by pollution and debris of the rugged concrete, vines of the darkest jade hue managed to sneak through the endless cracks. Snaking their way through man's disaster their struggle and plight for life made the proud beast both equally disgusted and hopeful. Disgusted that all beautiful and sacred things of this world had been taken advantage of. Man did care for the little vine, or think of the consequences his actions would cause the vegetation. This simple act, so easy and thoughtless would make life itself a struggle for generations to come. Did that not have the grace enough to cast a simple thought to the innocent lives of those who shared nothing alike. The vegetation and creatures who shared this earth apparently weren't good enough for the high and mighty Uprights to care one single bit about. Disgusting. Hopeful that if one small vine could grow through the trenches and blockades man left, maybe they could as well. Hope wasn't something to find often here in this godforsaken city. But the littlest bit had to make some difference. The king could only hope things would get better. Hope this land could be rebuild. Hope for this and hope for that. Everything was so far away, to far away. It was hard to hope anymore.

Hard to hope when the death of you mother left you with the responsibilities of nearly every unicorn in the world. Hard to hope when best friend was brutally murdered tortured and striped of all dignity, when you could do nothing to stop it. Nothing to help him. Nothing to stop the pain. Nothing. Hard to hope when the choice you make for the good of your kind results in a life-long war with the only fae you've ever truly loved. Hard to hope when your love hates you, and you just might hate her too. There was nothing he could hope for more that this all to end. But that was the lest likely to happen, so what was the point in hoping at all? All you have to hope for is hope itself, and even that's pretty hopeless. We're all just hopelessly hopeless.

Ebon daggers landed upon the rough chipping concrete, a sharp 'chink' emitting at the tough tissue struck shards of glass. Appendages lengthened, extensive strides sucking up the crumbling land easily. Muscles flowed beneath the slick ebon armor. The three-beat dance left the atmosphere with his air of pride and leadership. Cranium set high upon the curving serpentine, gaze smart and powerful. Intricate patterns looping around his pistons, and hooking his right jade orb and trailing an ivory strand just below his carved chin added enough mystery to the sight. Twisting from the perfect ivory star that set centered upon his finely sculpted cranium, set his horn. The marking and glory of the unicornis race. It contorted in the familiar corkscrew shape. Its tip sharper than a humans sword, and ten times as deadly. How easy it would be for the magnificent stag to thrust it into the heart of any kind, human and equine alike. Duel-colored optics lay to each side of the weapon, one circled in ivory the hue of life and nature, a deep expressive jade. The other a creamy sepia shade. Apart for the rest of his expression, these pools carried his burden of emotion. You want to know what he's thinking, it's easy enough just to peer in their depths. However so easy, the sable veil that hung with a defined straightness covered those pools easily, and still allowed his air of power show through.

Through the hidden gaze of his multi-hued pools the king Zerkzies spotted the sight he hoped not to happen. What his lucked, and what a way to prove every hope he had wrong. Though their scent purged him of any emotion besides anger at the moment, his mug warped into a deep scowl. Fangs flashed behind the charcoal velvets, a weapon nearly as strong as the great horn. His pace increased, boa arching to tuck his skull in and thrust his ivory horn outward. Corpse reached the pair, coming from behind the chalky stranger. Instantly he knew this vixen was one of his own, if not by the horn she possessed, by the harsh lyrics that spewed from her velvets. Daggers collided with the mossy rough terra, locking his pistons in the same action. Bod halted quickly before crashing into the crimson harlot, his side brushing upon the ashen stranger's. Thorns flattened upon his skull, baritones coming in a hard low tone, hushed through the barred fangs but with enough sting. "I fear even the blind would be able to pick this witch out from a crowd. But if not, I sure wish myself blind now!"

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Tyrina watched the sun as the rays beamed down at her and the white mistress. She was a captivating creature. Her coat was plan, but her attitude said something, all in the way she stood there and gave her that sneer. This child would learn things that she didn't understand soon. Unlike her people, Zerkzies were pampered and weak, they weren't as strong as they liked to think. Power wasn't in your attitude or your body, it was in your heart and common sense. The red Queen didn't take any offense to the mares bitchy greeting. Though she must not know much about the equine Queen, for she was known to be good with words. In that sense Rina was arrogant, some times arrogance wasn't a bad thing.

They Fae's' snappy words made Tyrina's auds perk and bring a small laugh to her maw. "Then I must say you shouldn't call out the obvious." Her voice was tinted with only laced with humor. The Fae was most definitely young, and needed to learn to approach enemies with a different tack tick, Zerkzies would teach her; Tyrina didn't doubt it. Her silver eyes traveled over the small creatures body. Tyrina couldn't help but be tempted to have some fun. She wanted to see how this willow with stood to the tricks of another. "Tell me child how much do you know about your king?" Her voice hadn't changed the same youthfulness was in it and purpose, because it couldn't be laced with feelings when she didn't feel much but pain and anger: Both she had gotten good at hiding. "Tell me what you know about him and his life, what cowardice your leader showed fleeing mere humans." She taunted. Would this female feel doubt? Or would she stand strong? Tyrina expected the later from her, but only foolish child courage, not built into a warrior.

Tyrina stepped closer to the female her breath steady and her silver pools looking down at her. "Tell me what you know about me and my people." A smiled lifted her maw, she was showing this babe what she had in store for her here in this city and in this war. Blood would soak the very ground at her Innocent hooves one day, and stain the pretty little sheet of hers. Could she handle watching a Friend, maybe a lover die? Tyrina snorted and backed a few steps not saying anything else about it. Her people would win this blood feud.

It was his smell that made her laugh. "It seems your little king has come to defend you." The red Queen didn't turn to look for him, she knew he would come closer on his own time, protect the delicate little child in front of her. She felt his warmth pass her to head to the Fae. Tyrina only laughed when she heard his words. What foolishness, this was. "Well isn't that ironic, because I remember you being the first ever to pick me out of a crowd, and you didn't call me the witch then, Zerkzies." She purred a note in her voice said she was pissed, but wouldn't rise to his bait: Today.

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Gonna keep this s e c r e t

War can trigger some amazing reactions,even in people who were born into it,with no knowledge of the freedom that had preceded the bloodshed it created.It is merely what they are brought up to-the opposite side is what is causing this.But sometimes,like in the case of Rex,it was pure hatred for what they had done to her civilization.To their King.Torn it apart and generated sheer chaos.By rejecting the offer that Zerkzies had extended towards the equines,a rift had been torn between the two,an uncrossable border that could not be bridge,not for decades,not for centuries,perhaps not even for millenia.

The white washed jezebel glowered at the vermillion Queen,stormy lanterns dark and cold.Anger caused her to flush,or at least cause her cheeks to heat.The Queen's tone was too light and playful,too childish for such an occasion.Thorns flicked back flat against her culmination at the question shot at her,lappettes folding back to relinquish a cool response,unflustered.As much as everyone-especially as you would know,Tyrina.The response was blunt,without hidden tricks or folds,it was not necessary.Yet,at any rate.By now Zerkzies had arrived,regal in his stature,standing proud even if faced with his Ex-Lover,who had rejected the offer of a safe haven,of life entwined with their own species.

The next words were an addition to the rouge fatale's former request,and Rex was in no hurry to spout information to the sworn enemy.Her tones when relinquished a good few seconds later were unhurried,unbothered by the challenge presented by the cochineal czaress who stood brazenly before the pair of unicorns,each armed with a spear long enough to run through most creatures.But it would hold no effect on Tyrina,that who had been tricked into becoming Immortal.I know that by hiding from the humans he saved us from being hunted..We would have been tracked like mere animals for our horns if we had not seemingly vanished.And animals we may be,but if an altogether different league that average horses.The last few words held an extra sting in them,loaded with cold venom.

At the next question,a plague,as it was,the vagabondess narrowed her eyes slightly.She knew the King was beside her,but the question required an answer-due respect would be given to him at the correct point in time.You and your race,Tyrina..that you refused to accept the offer your own King extended to you.The statement was quiet,yet matter of fact,without a single shade of emotion lacing her words.Tiara was lowered and serpentine stretched,before another statement was relinquished.Why,I do not know.Was it really so wise,in hindsight?The words were not supposed to offend the King,or anything,merely to present to the Queen why it was an error and how.

Gonna close down n o w

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Stick and stone may break your bones but words will never hurt you. It seemed all but the opposite to the proud king, for Tyrina had hurt him with words. More like wounded. Or murdered would be the closest word to describe She had murdered him, with a simple phrase. She didn't care? Waned to see the obsidian brute dead? Hoped, to see his dead? It wasn't enough for him to return the favor. He feared if he said the simple lyrics, it might, just might come true. It was impossible, he didn't mean it and would never speak those dreaded lyrics. But she had. The only way to know if she spoke the truth, was if it happened. If he pass, and she was there to bear witness. Or at least to glimpse his cold lifeless corpse. But even then, he would never know if she truly cared. If there was a heaven you could look down and watch from, Zerzkies was sure he would never go there. Hell seemed a place more fit, he was certain Tyrina felt as so. Then they would at least agree on something.

Her lyrics, as sharp and venomous as they were phased him none. Deep sigh relaxed his bulk, placing a skeptical expression across his features that was directed toward the crimson nymph. "What Tyrina? You would rather me have just killed them all? Now I thought I knew you better than that, so an eye for eye is it? If you would have told me earlier we could have settled this 2,000 years ago." Vocals were meant to be sarcastic, but there was nothing he could joke about. Even in his own thorns they sounded blunt and angry. "I suppose so, but see now Tyrina, you are not as innocent in that act as you make it seem. Anyone could pick you from a crowd and call you one special little lady. I however, and not so grant in that respect, nor do my features light up the night sky." The fiery mare seemed a little to keen on annoying the crap out of both he and the newcomer. Her attempts were futile, for he was no about to let her petty shit get to him. She wanted a war, she could have a war for all he cared. But this, this wasn't war. This was just stupid petty children's games.

Mug twisted away from the childish siren, placing it on the pallid stranger's boa. Her warmth stuck him off guard for a mere second, it being nearly 2,000 years since the last moment he touch another living creature. Steady breath ruffled her tassels, drawling out the instant only to vex the infantile bloody-mary. Terms now softened, and somewhat genuine. If to irritate Tyrina he showed it not. It wasn't exactly, for it was all the truth. "Come along, we mustn't let her petty insults both us. That's what she wants, and I see no reason to give her the pleasure. Shall we go exploring?" Muzzle fell away, lacking to catch Tyrina's gaze. Anatomy shifted over toward the sparse woods beyond, the soft gurgling of aqua could be perceived in the distance. Flicking his cranium toward where the sound emitted from. Ebon daggers paced forward a few feet, before halting. Boa swayed to face backward, waiting patiently for the fae to come along. Assured if they ignored Tyrina she would leave as well, even if not it would be impossible to stay here forever.

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We feel pain when we are alone, and nothing feels it is going right. When are world comes crashing down around are ears. Buried in the ruble of are pasts that now cover us drowneding out everything else. What could you do when that happens to you? How can you keep it from consuming everything that you are. Tyrina stood now before part of the rubble that had fallen around her so long ago. He stood there and gave no emotion towards her. Even after when they had first seen each other again after so long, he had told her he still loved her. That wasn't enough for the rouge mare, not after she had been buried for so long. Insanity had been close to her best firend in this time. Why did he think she should give his a second chance? Why should she drop her grudge, no other mare would.

Her silver eyes looked on the white vix. She thought she was so smart and smooth. Tyrina could only grin at that. She had alot to learn when battle came. Her king would watch her fall with no worry about it, it was what battle was. You die for what you believe in. She snorted. This mare thought she was so smart and slik because she had lived a few hundred years, and was now in the presence of her king. She could see out of the mare, that she felt honored to be around him. Tyrina scoffed her innocense. Those who got close to the water drowned. She had always seen Zerkzies like water, he flowed with grace and could be tranquil and breath taking. Falling was nothing for him, because the moment he hit the floor he was still tranquil and beautiful. To bad you couldn't breath under his depths.

The Queen looked at her still even after she had heard those words from her before Zerkzies had come. It only made her smile more. She would learn that there was alot her king wasn't telling them, and alot she wouldn't tell her people. Oh, Tyrina knew she lied some times and with held the truth, but at least she was blunt about it. The black stag didn't let onto his kind of the things he knew. The crimsion mares canvas twitched as the cool breeze came and took away some of the humid air. There was alot to happen when the other hoof dropped.

Rina chose then to reply to the young female. "Answer with as much arrogance as you want filly, but in the end there is alot I know that you don't." She said lightly and with no emotion in it. Tyrina wasn't know to carry a smug look on her face, she was known to being arrogant. No, she was just stuborn and strong. If this little child thought she was going to play the cards in anything against her she was mistaken. She was not here to piss any one off, only to see what she was up against. So far it was a pitiful looking bunch.

The rouge mare awaited the reply from the mare. The reply from her question before. It was then she gave into the answer. Oh she had faith in the choice her king made. Rina only smiled again and watched her. Maybe she would be one othe dead on the ground, maybe not. "The only thing your king did was hide. He hid from something his own mother was not afraid of. I always wondered what she would think about your choice, Zerkzies." Tyrina directed the question to her ex-lover. Nohirm hadn't feared the Uprights, she had only said they were a young and needed time to learn more. To learn compassion.

Standing there Zerkzies now had her attention, the littile immp forgotten in her mind. She only had eyes for him. Eyes of molten silver pools, swirling with so much emotion, and yet none at all. His words to her were blunt and angery, a pethetic try at sarcasm. "To tell the truth and eye for an eye sounds good right about now, how bout' you go back into your realm alone and come back in about 2,000 years, then tell me how you feel!" She all but shouted the last half of it. Her anger was rising and she felt her own coat boiling as if on fire. "And as for innocent." She growled. "I haven't had an innocent day in my life since you were in it." She snapped the last half in anger.

It was then Zerkzies put his maw on that females neck. Placed it on another mares fur. Tyrina was sure he had touched others in all the years she had not seen him, but he had gone out of his way to show her that he did. Her eyes misted over. The rouge mare growled at the weakness and gritted her teeth together in a fashion to make pain. If there was anything she would show no weakness to any one, not even her own people. A deep breath was pulled in to releave her gasping lungs. She tried her best to put on a strait and emotionless face. Her lungs wanted to burst, and her throat was working. But that wild and stuborn streak in her refused to let this take an effect on her. She snorted at them both and looked at the mare a true evil look in her eyes for the very first time. "I'll be sure to kill you one day." She all but hissed.

It was then she turned and leaped away. Into a gallop, pulling her hooves along the familair hard rocks of the Uprights making. She ran with grace and caged anger. This war was just starting and it was going to be a very long and bloody one. She couldn't wait to play.

Ooc: Sorry really no muse ^-^

[freespirit]

Falling to the e n d i n g

Night was falling now,over the ruined street the trio stood upon now,the first stars glinting off the shards of glass that littered the tarmac,shining beacons to the celestial.Rain was starting to drizzle down,the sky overcast,creating damp circles on all it landed on,leaving dark patches on the argentine unicorn's canvas,the cold soaking through to her very bones.Liquid ice,it was.But the stinging numbness it brought did not avert her eyes,it was nothing compared to the seething anger she struggled to withhold in her delicate structure.The bitter taste of anger was in her throat,and she swallowed,forcing her reactions down,knowing her temper could not better her self-control.

Tyrina was so smug,so sure of her victory that Rexinit wanted to laugh.The rouge mare did not let it show,but it was evident how certain she was that their side of the argument was correct.Compromises did not exist here.Glaucous gazers flicked coolly back to the crimson Monarch,her words cool and calm as she announced that all their King had done was flee,taking their people into hiding.When Rex composed her thoughts enough to answer,no emotion was allowed into her sweet harmonics.Tyrina,I'm surprised you haven't already learnt this in your 2000 years.There is a difference between hiding out of cowardice,and hiding to save the rest of your people.There was a bitter undercurrent,her own father had been captured,with his horn sawn off and made to stand in a zoo for years on end before his life came to an end.

Tassels flicked over her slender hindquarters like fluid,silken silver ribbons whipping across her hinds.Her gaze was ready,never leaving the rouge one's own,ancient silver pools.Tiara was whipped to the left,her tapered horn of ivory glinting in the last of the evening's light.It was then that the blood-stained horse's anger started to show in her strained lyrics,her sarcastic tones rising to a crescendo,the words echoing in the star-kissed Unicorn's thorns.The tell me how you feel!Anger was a difficult emotion to mask,especially mixed with agony.Tones of this were evident in Tyrina's words as she yelled at Zerkzies,who seemed composed,at least on the outer side.

One brow was raised as Tyrina hissed her words,her death threat to Rexinit.Tiara was shaken slowly,responding without any evidence of fear or anger.If they were there,they were not revealed.You'd like to think that.I won't derive you of that minimal pleasure.The ebony stag's mug was warm upon her boa as he gently pressed it to her,his hot breath warming up her cold skin.His deep baritones reached her thorns,and her delicate diadem was lowered once in a nod,turning on her rears to face the same direction as Zerkzies.

Within a few steps she stood alongside him,a violent contrast to his own raven-toned fur.Removing the obfuscatory strands of cream forelocks from her viridescent emeralds,she looked up at him as Tyrina's thundering hoof beats grew further away and more distant.The pattering of the rain was in the background,the cold droplets neutralizing any ill feelings she had withheld.Lyrics were emitted from her mug,for the first time not directed at Tyrina,sweet and melodic.I'm sorry.That was a brilliant first meeting,wasn't it?There was sarcasm evident,before she continued.Sorry..My name is Rexinit.

Just wanna d a n c e

[moonlight]

Tyrina was fire, strong and alluring. Beautiful but torrent, her movements like the engrossing lick of flames. Crimson pelt even mimicked the bright hue of fire. You couldn't help but stare into its depths, stare until you eyes burned and skull ached with the effort. But everything she did and said was just like that of a fires. It engrossed everything it touched. Ate it without hunger, and refused to stop for anything. Or anyone for that matter. Like fire she destroyed everything in her path, in a matter of minuets she could destroy everything you are everything you hold dear. Nothing could stop her. With everything life she turned to dust there only came power and strength for her. A snort burst from Zerkzies' obsidian nares as the flaming queen galloped off. She had taken her tole, and still she returned to burn him more. Worst of all, her flame had gotten inside. It burned the failing king from the inside out, and there was nothing he could do to stop her.

All the same he loved that fire, but the burning was to much to bare. At least not all all his extended life. She had already ripped his life straight from beneath his hooves. Left him bleeding there, and never stopped to pick up even one sliver of his shattered heart. No matter how reluctant, the one part of his mind that managed to survive this wreckage insisted on letter her go. But even in pieces, it was to impossible. Tyrina's arrogant selfish ways only pained him more. Begging the question, did she even care? This was her war. You don't start wars with someone you love, do you? Her thunderous hoovbeats drummed anxiously inside his mind as they slowly faded to a distant nothingness. With that she took the shattered pieces of his heart, all but one. The one tiny sliver that agreed with his mind. Gaze drifted away from the expanse of steel buildings and settled on the alabaster femora. For the first time he saw her, and truly saw her. A pretty Arabic frame that stood if not just slightly shorter than his own Andalusian one. That familiar concave mug, wide-set optics he had found so attractive. That was until Tyrina came int his life, but even now it was beautiful in that unique way.

A wash of cool raindrop splashed against his obsidian armor. The sweet scent rain, how he loved it so. Plush pushed into the falling heavens, drinking up the perfume of aqua. Even trough the acrid sting of chemicals, rain was just as sweet as ever. Pace slowed to a halt, cranium swiveled to watch the pallid vixen. A flash of lightning scared the quickly darkening heavens, the roar of thunder echoed in the distance not soon after. Still in all the chaos of the world, her lyrics echoed in his auds past the pain and thunder. "Welcome Rexinit."

[moonlight]

ooc.bump whoever wants to go next, I guess Tyrina is out of the picture now