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Revel had been wandering alone a bit, exploring the terra, and wondered how she could help. She decided that training herself would not be the best route, and finding forage was not yet a necessary alternative. She turned to walk back to where her new Lord might still be.

She admired Zerkzies very much. He was a strong and powerful leader, with strong feelings for that which he stood. His emotions could stir beings as much as his immense physical power. This, as much as it was a source for her comfort, she worried it would bring him complications if he had to bear with all of his thoughts alone. She wondered if he might not talk with her. She reminded herself that many probably called the attention of the great stag, and she was not worth much of his attentions. This thought made her stop and reconsider going back to see him.

She decided that if he was busy, she'd leave him alone. If however he was alone, and looked as if he could use some company she would invite him to join her. Now, her thoughts strained for a way to turn to his emotional gain. Talking could be good.

She started onward again, only to stop at her last thought. She knew what it was like to be heartbroken, and most of the time, it was not a talking matter. Snorting in exasperation, she wondered if she should go to him at all. She resolved, at least to see how he was doing, since she did need to do his bidding, and all she had done so far was the disservice of detracting from his time and wandering blankly upon his terra. She began to trot back in the direction she had come.

She engrossed herself in a memory, realizing too late that after the run in the sunlit field she had been remembering ended, a conversation ensued that returned her wary cautiousness she had been tentatively abandoning since she had come into her new leader's harem. She remembered that other stag from so long ago, and his harsh words. 'Mares. Mares are the pawns of the stallions, to be used at their pleasure, so do not take our meeting today as gaining liberty. This was simply a little excursion I sponsored. Nothing more.'

She had been so much more bold then before..so much happened. She had responded so boldly, "I might have come here with you, but I am never afraid to fight for liberty."

None of that was important any longer. But her overly-seeing mind must have had a reason for bringing that instance to her instance, or she would have not have remembered that long-ago picture. Fight. Of course. It was only a word she had used, but it gave her an idea of what she could do now. She could mock fight Zerkzies, so they could grow stronger, and it would hopefully allow a bit of enjoyment. Times had been hard on her, and she was in need of some fun. It didn't look like it would hurt Zerkzies either, she thought wryly, remembering the pain in his orbs.

Her tassels caressed the wind as she sook her master from the ruinous land. She scanned the piled rubble and stopped in a little cleared spot, where sunlight glimmered off shards of glass around the perimeter. She nickered, calling out to Zerkzies.

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The day was long, just like any other had been. You think after 2000 years the obsidian brute would have gotten used to the idea of being without the crimson fae. But no, it still hurt. Everyday, like she drove a sword through his chest and just left him like that. And it only hurt worse after he fully realized he could have prevented this. The war. Tyrina's hatred. Everything. But now it was to late, and now more than even he doubted life could go back to normal. If only the war would end, but he was fully aware of the consequences that must take place before that happens. As it was told from he waves of which his markings arose from, one must die before the two can ever live in harmony. He wondered what Tyrina would do if she ever found out what he knew. Only hate him more, he suspected. But what reason did she not have to hate him? For he left her, gave her immortality that only caused pain. And yet this war was the result of it all? It was unimaginable, but that's life.

Ivory wavered over the thin spread of jade strands, pushing through a layer of snow. He hadn't much of an appetite, but somewhere inside he knew he must eat to live. So he did. Ebon daggers chinked across the hard unforgiving asphalt. Fine-boned cranium still hanging just over the dusty terra, ivory occasionally yanking jade strands from their roots. The sun hung high in the mid-day heavens, burning upon his slick ebon hide. The heat felt like hot coals pressing against his spine, but he didn't take any attempt to move from the sun. It was like his punishment. Besides, in only a few minutes the sun would move and leave him be. For winter has but a few moments of sun in these short days. A harsh freezing wind stung through his dark armor, bringing the sweet scent he recognized. Revelution, his thoughts wandered back to the painted fae. Timid, but full of loyalty. He was glad to have such a fae in his small herd.

Cranium rose from the sparse snow covered strands. Ivory glinted in the sun, whiter that that snow that surrounded his obsidian hooves. It was not hard to catch the painted vixen against ivory snow, for her flame-licked patch contrasted brightly. It was easy to notice she was searching for something, or someone. He figured it would be best to let himself be known, and maybe strike up a conversation. It was quite lonely around. Low nicker called out, followed by his masculine baritones. "Ah Revelution, tis nice to see you still around."

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Revel was lost in thought again as the stag approached. This time, though, it was purely her own thoughts, and not a vision from the recesses of a mind. She was contemplating the dire situation of his, saddened that such a great stag desired another so much that it seemed ever present in his thoughts. She could read his thoughts, but she could not see the memories indirectly related to his thoughts that had inevitably brought him to such circumstances. She also could not guess why this other had left him. He was such a noble and virtuous creature, and it was hard to believe anyone could resist him.

For a moment, Revel wished she had the power to control others. She knew one could not actually do that, but if she could, she'd make that femme come back to Zerkzies. Then again, if that power existed, and she were to do that, she wondered if it would alter fate in a way that would tip the world off balance. She knew even if she had some extraordinary trait such as that she would not have the courage to use it, due to her fear of ruining the world-which she definitely considered a valid fear.

The wind cut through her short coat that provided scant coverage for her bodice. It brought her out of pondering and back to the stag in front of her. She shivered, but her eyes grew lighted seeing the handsome form come to her. She gazed at his great form, a unintentional slight smile painting her features. Sighing, she could feel his warmth drift over to her as he came closer. She felt very alone, suddenly, though she was standing quite near him. She could understand the way he felt, though she no longer wished the one she had left would come back.

She shook away all of the memories of former horses she had known as they came running back to her head. She didn't need that now. What she needed now was to focus on the present, not be haunted by her past. She stepped closer, just an inch, wondering if she were spurning her overtures. It did not appear that way, since Zerkzies didn't seem to overly mind her company. She let her tassels now gently brush against him, relishing in the heat the sun gave in the tiny angelic moment it peeked out from the clouds overhead.

She listened to him as he spoke, and answered with all contentment, shielding the surprise she felt at the statement. "I would never leave you, Milord." She had meant it in a loyal way, but was suddenly painfully aware of how that comment sounded in lue of the situation at hand. She quickly followed her statement with more words. "I was thinking, if you would like, we could engage in a mock fight...or if you do not desire that we could just go for a walk," she added, realizing how forward her invitation appeared.

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