Come and Sing Zerkzies

[555nicole555]

Steps filled with mutiny and authority marched forward onto the land, the forsaken land of the love-stoked Zerkzies. Audits pricked up as I looked around, the place looking rather dirty and unkept. Hm. Poor guy must be coping with his lost love pretty hard. With a snort of laughter, I made my way onward circumspecting the terrace before I would call him. He'd probably be busy with little annoyances, just as I am one.

Ebonite locks of beauty swirl around my face as the wind makes turn for the west. Pendulum blew in-between my pistons as tall pointed grey horn flashed in the moonlight. Night time could be such a peaceful, thoughtful time. Or such a ravenous, blood-curtling one. Optics of a deep mocha, mistakable for black darted to a movement of water on the puddle's edge.

A little frog hopped its way in my path, I snorted as it passed. If only we could be frogs, and not be involved in thi stupid, mainly love-based war. Frogs were such careless creatures, surely they wouldn't dare to hurt each other in any way. Unlike us, we fought with our modernized selves, otherwise known as equines. And man, did they get dumber by each passing moment. Just the other day I was walking along minding my own matters, and a Shire approaches me in my space and calls my a murderer since he saw bodies on the pavement. I merely rolled my optics at him, obviously he had a lot of growing up to do if he randomly insulted me for killing them.

I have never killed a horse, nor do I look forward to doing it. But half of me, just wants to gouge their optics out, since they are so pitiful to our breed. They have no respect for us whatsoever, when we aren't that different. Regardless, there's still nothing but hatred I feel for them. They're the idiots who commended themselves into human work. Us unicorns? Now Zerkzies had been the smart one and lead us to a place of freedom and carelessness, and to just think he wanted Tyrina with him to protect her, I thought it was sweet. She was the one who refused, for reasons unknown.

Chasms pierce through the air as I inhaled a scent that could be unmistakable. Audits pricked forward in interest, I let out a scream to one who was nearby, to see what other Unicorns, or maybe Zerkzies himself, thought of the horses. We really have no reason to hate their guts, considering they did nothing to us but refused to go.

My horn glinted in the moonlight as carbon clouds exhaled through my nares. Snorting, I pause on the middle of pavement, feet aching from walking on this stuff the whole time.

[moonlight]

It wasn't enough for the crimson siren to force the king into an emotional downward spirel. It wasn't enough for the harlot just to rip out his heart and keep it all to herself. It wasn;t enough to just leave him open and bleednig, when he did all he could stand to tell her how he felt, and she tourtured him with her cruel words. No, she had to enter his evry thought. Create his dreams, and in the same fasion haunt his nightmares. As if she hadn't caused him enough misery with her words alone. As if the 2,000 years he had been waiting to see her again hadn't been turned to wasted time. 2,000 years of worthless agony, only to relize the pain had only just begun. She was good at that, a little to good. It was no wonder, he happened to fall in love with someone such as her. Their love couldn't be trialed, but mix in a little hate and betrayel and the possibilities were endless. She was just to damn stubborn. Maybe it wasn't lke herto let it go. Maybe he didn't deserve being forgiving for the extensive rift that had been created. But it was only what was right for his people. He hoped.

The rouge mare was not so innocent herself. It was to easy for the queen to blame every problem on Zerkzies. His decisions were made for the best of everyone. Their people would be safe from the humans. No longer would they have to fear being hunted or starved or captives in the foolish wars of man. They could have spent their lives together. But she had to go and ruin everything, choosing to stay with the humans. She had faith they would b fixible. But she was wrong. They killed out their own race, and only then could the Unicorns return. Tyrina could not let it go, but he could and never would ask her. And she assumed that's wat he wanted. He only wanted her to be happy. Zerkzies is no angel, though there's nothing more he wants but for Tyrina to be happy, he cannot be the self-sacrificing one. Don't couples work things out together? Yet this became a war, a bloodfued, a vendetta. And what would become of each race? Would they turn out like the humans? Exterminate their own race for nothing more than a simple dispute with lines so thin it was hard to determine right from wrong.

Duel-hued optics scanner the decaying rins of old New York. With its crumbling gray asphalt, sharp and uncomfortible on the hooves. To the towing skyscrapers, their peaks jagged and torn from the elements. An acrid tint of chemicals stung the soft lining of his nares, but this was nothing new. The scent had been there a long time. Atmosphere seemed to be perminatly polluted with the toxic ideas of man. What was s importaint to the Uprights that they would sacrifice a healthy life and clean air for what? The concept befuttled the obsidian brute. Everything about this land, his included confused him. Humans in general, their destructive ideas. Machines of mass genocide and pollution. They were insane, and somehow not far from his own race. Equines included. Didn't they as well start this bloodfued over self-concerns? Maybe not fot the good of everyone. Maybbe not for the good of anyone. Only self-richisnis and unforgiving arrogence. The king couldn't help but doubt his own decisions. He had not wanted this. He had only wanted to come hoome and have everything that was it was. To have Tyrina all to himself, and life to go on as it had. But it was foolish, even from the start. That may never come try. They would die like this, the oth of him. Zerkzies could only hope he was the first t die. At least then he could look from the depths of hell and see once and for all if Tyrina loved him.

Something new tinted the thick acrid atmosphere. A lighter, sweet perfume that cut through the chemical scent like only one thing could. The scent was undefined, and varied with every one of the kind. It was only natural, and the king assumed all stags felt this was, that the scent was intoxicating. But only one scent could become irisitible, and this was for sure not that one. However, he could not feel to depressed. After all, if it were Tyrina she would have only come to cause more misery. Ivory laced appendages sprang into a graceful proud stride that ate up the terra. It did not take long to find the source of the perfume. A fiery vixen, he could tell from her stance, ebony pelt reflected his own. From the male part of him remarked on her beauty, but the hopelessly hopeful side compared her to the likes of Tyrina, and this stranger came up short. But not to take that as an offence, after all he was hopeless. Heart-broken or not. "Hello miss, I am Zerzkies."

[555nicole555]

What is war? Hmpf. I only wish I couldn't remember back to the day when I asked my father that, the only stallion I could ever truly rely on and still can even though we are miles away from each other, I can still feel his warm presence and the serious, bothered look on his facade as I asked him that so joyfully. I remember him just looking down at me and frowning, as if disappointed that I did not know what it was. My smile faded too, I had gotten the idea that it wasn't something to smile about. My tiny bodice sunk a few inches in disappointment and my audits flicked back. I had never liked to disapppint father. He merely said in a dull reply, "War is a dumb argument, that is always ended with blood." I remember looking away from him as he walked away; not wanting to go into further explanation.

Wouldn't it be ever so great if for one, day our foals could actually play with their bretheren in a peaceful harmony? Their horns still held with pride and preservation of our breed, while the equines smile hold themselves with pride and self-dignity just as much as we do? What if war, could be taken out of the diction of our language?

Unfortunately, there will always be "what if" questions, meaning there will always be some sort of conflict going on. According to my father, that means blood. I am one to beliece different. At least, I want too. Kind of hard to explain this, but I feel a strange attraction to the equines, I mean they are one of us if you think about it. They just chose different, because of their leader. Hate is a strong word. I've heard many unicorns say how they "hated' those ass kissers, and how they wanted their throat. I couldn't say the same. And I wasn't about to change that belief in front of the King.

Although, I am a feisty one and have great difficulty controlling my temper, especially when it does come to equines. But you really have to push my buttons hard to get me pissed. A stallion, a Shire one had done that. So I was rude and mean to him. He started with me, coming at me calling me a beastly murderess as he saw bodies on the ground. Now of course, being afraid that a unicorn would think differently of me grieving over these bodies in sadness, I had to put on my fake figure and walk by them with a smirk on, as if I enjoyed seeing bloodied carcasses of unicorns and horses in the street. I didn't. But I thought unicorns would turn me in to Zerkzies if I didn't believe in war.

I actually thought Zerkzies was evil. Don't ask me why, I've just been in way to many situations when it's good versus evil. But as the handsome, obsidian czar approached me, I felt an atmosphere of kindness about him. Ivory lines painted his stilts beautifully, a thing you don't see everyday. As his precious words rang in my auditives, I smiled vaguely.

Concrete was uplifted in front of me, sharp jagged edges running along just waiting to trip the next unicorn that came running in here uncautious of their surroundings. Auds flicked up as I immediately dilated my nares and stored his scent. Onyx optics softened a bit as my outer image revealed my softer one on the inside. Muscles gleamed in a luminous moonlight as charcoal pelt licked them with each movement I made. Ashen horn extended fairly with Zerkzies, I lowered my crania in respect for our leader, who had saved us from those blood-curdling humans.

Now if I had to say I hated something the most in the world, it would have to be humans. Simple-minded, dim witted creatures thinking they could come on our territory and use us for their pleasure. Why was it exactly Tyrina lead her group to oblige? I may never know.

As I lifted my crania again, the fire resumed in my chasms. My voice was released into the air, breaking the silence as the trickling of water from the fountain resounded in the air.

Hello, my good lord. I am titled Kahlua.

Do not mistake me for a fiery, dim-witted, bloodlusting mare, for I am not any of that sort. I actually...believe there should be peace with the horses.

Shit. I had babbled. And basically dug my own grave. Biting my lip nervously, I asserted my crania lower than his and looked gravely up to him, my voice pleading.

So sorry Lord, I didn't mean too...

please, just spare me.

Great. First meeting with Zerkzies and I have the brute thinking I'm a wimp, who would bow to anyone who asserted their voice higher than mine. Well he's wrong, I can be a fiery, arrogant mare when need to be.

[moonlight]

Through the hundreds of year in hiding, the obsidian king hoped that at least one unicorns could have known him well enough. But obviously he had been to deep in his own self-pity to let anyone know who he really was. Through those thousands of years it seems the race had taken on a new generation. A rare thing to happen, for in his 2,300 years on this earth not one generation has passed. It seems only he, the fiery equine queen, and her surrogate father remained from that old generation. It was now the king wished he had gotten to know the old generation better. And the new one even more. Had they not figured out by now, this was not his war. Not once in those 2,000 years had he wanted or even expected a war between the races. Sure, they had always been distant. Even before he was forced to move the Unicorns into hiding. But a war? And for what? That was the really question. At times he resented, even loathed the crimson queen. But he hated her actions, choosing to wait for the humans instead of him. Choosing those filthy narcissistic egomaniacs over him!

For what? For what was this whole war over but not the wrath of one hormonal queen. Zerkzies was still waiting for is reason to fight in this blood-feud. But when that time came, and for sure one day could as such may come, the war will really begin. At that time this whole thing will become a two-sided fight. Instead of this one sided conversation that was throwing the cycle of life out of balance. Rambling lyrics of this ebony femora cut through the slow trickle of aqua in the fading background. Based on her words alone it sounded as if this was no ordinary vixen. Self-confident and doesn't know when to close her little maw. As her pleading call was slung back so quickly, a chuckle rose from the brute's vox. In all honesty, he hadn't even noticed her somewhat insulting comment. It was true, and he as well wanted there to be peace between the unicorns and equines. But this was up to Tyrina. After all, it was her war.

Vocals rang just as her ended. Their depths although, somewhat joking, were in all seriousness. "Welcome Kahlua. I assure you there will be no stereotyping. And as for that peace I'm afraid it is not up to me when tis war shall end. Now pick you head up, we are equals are we not?" Ending in a stern but warm tone, his cranium flicked upward slightly. The sight of someone bowing before him was completely ridicules in his eyes. There was no reason for such an undignified action, if anything it should only be used as courtesy to a lady.

[555nicole555]

The trickling of water from a cracked and what seemed like ancient fountain rang in my listeners, as they were pricked almost desperate to see what the reply of Zerkzies would be. Pavement struck annoyingly at my daggers everytime I moved them, and nothing but the horrid smell of acidic smoke burned through her nares, as the city's old industry buildings where rambles on the ground but could never loose that scent.

But the scent of blood, unwanted blood by my terms, streamed through the air too however. Maybe not from this terra directly, but it was a permanent stench ever since I had entered Times Square to here I had smelled it. It caused a tightening up in my stomach, making me want to barf. Really, this war was so unneccessary. But then again, thinking back to where that horse, that big Shire got in my face calling me a murderess, I was completely on my guard and was the first to make physical connection. I was a fiery unicorn fae around horses, to let them know not to mess with me, and a suttle unicorn around my kind. Either way, if anywhere were to mess with me, unfortunately I was taught to act in blood as the result.

Still, a war? It was kind of hard to believe if you ever really thought about it, on what had happened between two different breeds who used to love each other just because their leaders did also. And then, at the flip of a coin the stubborn Tyrina refutes the idea of going with us, leading her kind to safety instead of the backbreaking work they had to suffer. Why didn't she do it? Love is a thing you are supposed to trust before anything else, and Zerkzies was her love. Did she not trust him? Or was it more than just the parting of our tribes? Perhaps there was another thing that grabbed Tyrina's head and forced her to stay?

The first response I got from Zerkzies about my babbling was a short, chuckle that sunk into me painfully. Great. Just great. My leader thinks I'm a complete babbling idiot whom bows at the turn of his command. And that is so wrong. I felt a bit more comfortable as he spoke in dialect however, assuring me there'd be no stereotyping. But that's a funny thing. Like other unicorns, who hate horses and have there heads up the horses asses in this war, it'll be hard for me not to be stereo-typed. And Zerkzies isn't going to always be around to tell them that.

His next part, hmpf, it really got me though. I felt a flame ignite in me, not in anger, but in a sort of pestilence that bugged me.

And as for that peace I'm afraid it is not up to me when tis war shall end. Now pick you head up, we are equals are we not?

What the hell is he talking about? He is one of the main players of this little war game, him and Tyrina, that's it. Peace was up to him. If he were any real leader he would actually talk to Tyrina and try to promote peace, instead of letting unicorns and horses unmercifully get slaughtered in this love feud of a war.

Equals? Oh yes, I almost had to keep myself from laughing at this one, but that little flame that had ignited in me kept me in a state of grimness, that couldn't be toggled with into humor. Zerkzies was our King, our God, our man to go to if we have a problem. He was our leader, the one choosing if our alliance go to war or not. And even though he couldn't ever stop all horses and unicorns from fighting, it was worth a god damn try.

Picking my boa up, optics of a soft mocha latch onto his blue ones and I shake my crania at him in disbelief. This time, my reply would change dramtically, and I will gain back whom I truly am. My tones were polite and with all due-respect, but etched in my words was a kind of edge, a disbelieved sort of sound.

My lord, I think you are greatly mistakened saying you are not the chooser for peace or this war will end. You are a major character in this war, czar Zerkzies, and you are the one who knows Tyrina the most, possibly the only one who could ever suggest to promote peace between the alliances, is you speaking with her.

And with that, that does not make us equal. No other of us horned ones can just march right up to her and speak,without us being laughed at. I have a feeling that Tyrina is dignified and respectful to a decree of your power towards you, so certainly you could speak with her about ending this war?

My tone at the end was hopeful, but I knew deep down that I was just kidding myself. It'd take a hell of a lot more that a mere conversation between Zerkzies and Tyrina about peace before this bloodshed truly ended. I knew that. Still, it was hard for me to stand here and listen to a leader who saved us from human treachery, to stand here and talk as if he was an equal.

He is not.

Threads of onyx blow graciously in the city wind, as I finally tear my gaze away from Zerkzies and latch onto the horizon, nothing but rubble of buildings, and cracked pavement welcoming the way. The trickle of water sounded more wilder and louder now, as silence stirred between us. Obsidian pelt gleamed in the first rays of sun, muscled lineage noticable and yet a beauty leaked through my harder outer core. Inside however, dwelled a silent peace that was harder to uncover.

[moonlight]

Multi-toned optics swept over this strange vixen. Left an earthy seipa, paired with the deep jade insnared in ivory. Flowing down to drip off his chin, following down to end in a larger dot. Pools seemed to mimik the earth. Or at least what the earth should have turned to be. Soft earthen below you hooves, glass and steel shards not words to have cut their auds. Blankets of jade, strands lushous and filling. Soft zephyr flipped ebon locks in a whirwind, stirring up the sedement and debris. A stench of chemicals arose, strong soffocating dust. Breaking his thoughts as a snort was forced to unclog his nares of the dust. But that only helped to puff up more of the waste, nd disture his senses even more. So giving up with a disapointed sigh, a single aud flickd backward. Giving his expression an irked, but somewhat thoughtful air about it. The strange vixen's lyrics burned like the end of a hot iron. For a moment he doubted loathed and all but shot himself. Could what she suggested be right? If there had been any hope left within the obsidian king, maybe he could have said yes. But concence and reality stared him in the face. It just wasn't possible for him to change the fiery queen's mind.

Did Kahlua not relize, this war was because of him. Tyrina chose to start this war because she didn't agree with his choise. She hadn't agree tat he should hide the unicorns from danger. It seemed, he didn't agree they should live in peace. Tyrina assumed that everyone could live in harmony with the Uprights. But it just wasn't ment to be. So was it fair to assume they wern't ment to be? Tyrina hadn't show the least bit of regret, and if she had missed him all these year, there was no hint of such an emotion in her. So how was he to stop the queen if she desired this war? Who was he but a love-sick puppy? "I wish it were so Kahlua, but if it were as easy to just ask Tyrina to stop this war, do you not assume I would have tried that? The stubborn queen would not listen, I know her. But solving the mystery does not cure the problem. I have given much for our race, do you think I will not do the same? You must trust me." Lyrics came if not slightly offended. Even time could not heal the wound left by that stubborn queen. It was helping that he be reminded it was she who waged war because of her hate toward the king. "You could ask her your self, and we would both get the same answer. A laugh in the face."

[555nicole555]

It seemed all was silent. It seemed all was peaceful, as I stood there in a very awkward position, almost regretting on saying anything about war. He replied back, and I would reply back and we would really just bicker back and forth like old horses. It was stupid and not going to get anywhere, and plus, by his facial expression I feel I made my point pretty damn clear on how I felt. So since he was the royal, I would back down and completely change subjects on him.

A stench of debirs arose with each new passing wind, causing me to hold my breath in some situations. Acidity was sometimes so high my jet black occs watered, almost forming tear ducts in the corners of my eyes. I stared at him respectively, not totally wishing to freak the guy out. With a soft sigh, I shook my crania and realized I was the wrong one. I was what you called wishy-washy.

I caught myself bowing to him again, but looked at him and hesitated remembering the last time I did that to him probably wasn't a good idea to do it again. Flints slide along the asphalt into the stood straight again, a wry and weak smile parting my velvet muzzle.

My apologies, Lord. I had no intentions of coming here and insulting you. I did come on other affairs however. I trust you.

With a slight bob of my obsidian dial, silky tresses slid forward elegantly. Now I had to ask him for permission to stay here, a weird feeling of awkwardness churning in my stomach. Why would he want such an opinionated mare such as me staying on his lands? This certainly would be rude.

And yet did I not have the right to be a bit blunt like this, after so much of this war, his and Tyrina's war affected me daily? The picture of that gigantic stallion still replayed in my mind, his assanine crania in my face, just asking for me to latch onto it in anger. Luckily, I controlled myself the way I did. I wasn't too bad.

I swallowed, my vox being clogged with the particles of acid in the air. I nearly wondered how he could live here, but I 'spose you get used to it, because I may be living here soon too. Only, it'll be a place to sleep most likely. I roam about, out of natural curiousity. Silver horn glimmers in the moonlight as I prepare myself to ask him the dire question in which the true reasoning I came for. Of course, he probably would either tell me a flat out no or lie through his teeth. I was an odd, yet fiery mare that always voiced her opinion. Would he want one of those around? Doubt it.

Flicking my obsidian pendulum and dust from the cracked asphalt being uplifted, I stamped a flint to the ground and looked to his pelt, his strange markings mystifying me. They were of a ghostly ivory and twirled about mysteriously on him. So we both had our differences it seemed. Flaxen muscle tensed together, I shifted my weight as my lyrics rang again, this time in an all-out serious attitude that had respect in it.

Instead of talking your ear off my lord, I did come here for an actual reason. I came in search of a home, and was wondering if this place would welcome me?

A silence occured as my nares dilated locking in his scent, something I had forgotten to do earlier. I continued on in all seriousness.

If you do not wish for me to be around, don't hesitate to say, I'm not a very emotional mare.

Eventually after, I managed for a smile to creep onto my velveteen muzzle as thin threads of onyx danced in the wind miraciously falling about my occs, hiding them from the harsh seriousness that I had extracted in them. Deep mocha pools stared right through them however, watching the ebonite stallion and couldn't help but wonder what he thought about me.

I would stay out of his hair, or I could be under his nose. Whatever he ordered me to do, I would do it and with no questioning whatsoever. Proving to him that he was trusted was a big goal for me right now, since I had ripped on him about this love-feud. But then again, I would not be a brown-noser.

My King would learn to respect and look to me as a friend, instead of one of his followers. Well that was my hope anyway. But are hopes but only pigments of physchological imagination?

Wind blew right through me as my thoroughbred-like bodice shifted again, awaiting quite nervously for an answer., but I didn't let it show in my facade.

As I said before, emotions did not run through me like they did other mares. I was either happy, mad or nervous. Nothing in-between.

[moonlight]

. Zerkzies ;;

It was not like the king to act on first impressions, for you never judge a book by its cover. He had learned that, from his mother like all good mother's should. Like she taught him not to be prejudice against the equines, unlike so many Unicorns were. It took a long time to wipe away that hate. Two thousand years of separation didn't help in that matter anyway. Trying and failing was something Zerkzies seemed to be good at. For no other unicorn seemed to share his subtle views. And it seemed none knew the king at all. It wasn't hard to say Kahlua had something against something. Whether it the king himself, or any other thing in this world, she sure had an opinion on everything. But he didn't mind, and took those views of hers into consideration. As if Tyrina would listen, if only if only. But the stubborn vix hadn't changed in the least, still as stubborn as when they first met. And damn could she hold a grudge, and a knife to his heart. Every move, every sound, every sight reminded him of the fiery queen. Each like their own dagger, stabbing deeping and deeper. Auds perked back to the ebon fae, as her lyrics pranced back through the airwaves. A chuckle rose in his vox, but it would seem rude. If if he didn't mean to be, so it was suppressed quickly. "Oh course Kahlua, you are welcome to live here. Please, don't hesitate to express your ideas. I do not mind in the least." Cranium nodded, ivory horn glinting in the bright sun.

ooc.excuse the lateness and shortness

[555nicole555]

ooc-kk take ur time. and I modified my post about the markings. sorry bout that.