One, Two, Step..

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What was her posistion in the world? Kotta wasn't to sure. She was a wonder at heart, fleeting and always moving where time took her. She loved the feel of time. It swept into her soul and pulled it into a happy song. How could some one not love to be alive and running with freedom. She had never really minded the Uprights. How could she? They had been apart of her every day life, like breathing with out them it suddenly felt werid and silent. Part of Dakotta believed that the great Queen Tyrina had been right in her choice, yet she too thought Zerkzies had been right in his.

She found it a laughing situation. Because it was as it should be. Horses were mortal and should live with the mortal uprights. Unicorns were immortal and their place was not amoung the uprights and in this mortal earth. The sea foam mare smirked at that. The unicorns had their own magic, but horses ahhh, they were special, they drew their power straight from mother natures caring hands. The young twany fae believed this with her whole heart. Zerkzies and Tyrina were not meant to be together in this life. It was like a romeo and Juliet situation, rash desisions on both their parts and families of different values and makings, a vendetta.

Though Dakotta had never meet either Zerkzies or Tyrina she would have to meet them both and pick a side sooner or later. She really was a little reluctant to take a side. She could weep with saddness at their story. What Dakotta didn't know was she looked very much the famious Queen except for her sea foam coat that looked like the oceans swirling and secret depths. Her eyes were a coco deep and young much the same before the Queen had aged. So much they looked alike.

Dakotta snorted and looked at the blue summer sky. A smile spread her maw and she laughed with joy. It was so beautiful this day. Something about it made her heart leap in her chest. She was a strong female, but also smart. Dakotta would rather become firends with every one before she make them her enemy. Like she wanted to know more about Tyrina and Zerkzies. She so badly felt for them both. For some time now she had been feeling this pain when ever her thoughts lengered on them. Maybe it was just her romantic streak striving for romantic justice. Since she was small she had always beleived that you had a soul mate and a life mate, one you would be with in every life no matter how you meet or who you were, and then life mate was the one you would love in this life time and be just as happy with them. The only thing was the life mate would never know how to read their lover or be a part of their soul.

She sighed in her romantic thinking. Helpless in that sence. Every time a stallion aproached her she spoke her mind and off the ran in the other direction. To bit no good brutes wanted mindless halfwitts. She growled and ground her teeth, then laughed at her own thinking. It was funny in a sence, because of all the mares she had meet who were really that dumb and others who could like the stars with their brilance. Kotta sighed with comfort and kept on treading down the passage of the land. She knew she was in unicorn territory, the smell of the magical creatures was all around her and made her step lighter. Truley the were their kin, to make her so happy around them. She was only confused how her people and them would be able to fight when they should feel this connecting love.

Her hooves tapped on the human concret, making a rythem much like the one in her young heart. She swung her head around in a semi dance and she laughed and moved with grace and happiness. The silk mare was not known to let events get her down at any time, not even at a time of war. She loved most to make poeple happy, and she loved to be happy. Her coco pools gazed at the surroundings and she trotted and laughed. Buildings shadowed down on her like gods, giving protection from monsters.

Her hooves stopped. She smelt something, a unicorn. But it wasn't the same, it was deep and older. It rolled across her senses like a grip. She cocked her head, a silk dark mane fell over her eyes and her neck. Was it him? Would it be that easy to find the unicorn king? Her wide pools blinked and she rolled the though over in her head. Maybe she was going to have good fortune in meeting the king, of her enemy. Well at least they were supposed to be her enemy.

[moonlight]

A deep sigh escaped the obsidian brute's vox in a rush of hot air. Shadded by the few struggling trees that managed to sprout through the rubble. Their spindly branched streached out like an old-man's fingers. Their tips laced in jade leaves that managed to just barley shade his shilouette. Tink of ebon daggers on hot asphalt echoed up from the terra. Ivory laces pistons streched forward, taking up land in painfully slow stides. Mug streched toward the pool of rippling aqua below his large hooves. The cool liquid met his parched velvets, travling up his long extended boa. The sparkling fall of aqua sprouted from an old broken fountain wich pipes had not yet broken from the changing temperatures. Zerkzies coud only imaging the peril i the lines happened to break. Humans had gutted every other source for life-giving liquid in miles and miles on. Just another reminder of this battle, caused by a race to idiotic and foolish to stay alive. And in their extinction left the rest of the living world to suffer in what they couldn't clean up. It seemed their handin everyone's life would be perminate. Was it even possible to fixed such a damaged world?

In the same respect, was it possible to fix the obsidian king? The hole left by the rouge mare seemed to ggreat for anyone to fix. With each breath the rip caused excrusiating pain and misery to the point his entire body seemed an alien place. His body was numb the boiling summer heat and harsh glare of the sun. Even the cool liquid running down his throut wouldn't spare the numb pain he felt. Impossible that one mare could do such a thing, but it was true. And she did. Like someone drove a spike through his chest, and left him in bleeding agony. Like nothing he felt before. It made him want to throw himself off the highest skyscraper, if only for the last second in his life would be pure andrenalin and fear. And he could only hope the second he was left shaddered and lifeless that the creator of all this trouble would be there to see. Tyrina, the angel from his nightmares.

A new scent lined the acrid stank of chemicals in the atmophere. Proud Andalusian cranium rose from the liquid, his muli-hued optics scanning the ragged terra. There, on the horizen a silver blur entered his vistage. Nothing besides the ruffle of jade leaved dare move in the summer heat. The source of the scent, friend or foe was anyone's guess. Another deep sigh shook the ebon brute's frame. Ivory laces appendaged swivled to point his bod in the newcomer's direction. Lenghy stride still managed to hole all grace and pride, cranium set high on his arched boa. Pallid twining horn pointed sharp upon his cranium. Stride soon came to a halt, half-hearted sneer yanked down the side of his mug. "Yes equine? Why have you set foot on this land."

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He was what she had expected him to be. It was strang to feel you know two people before you meet them. Maybe every one did. That Zerkzies and Tyrina were a part of them all. His eyes were deep and sorrow filled. So much uneeded pain filledd those eyes. So much broken glass was in just a simple gaze. No one should look so broken. Dakotta wondered if Tyrina felt the same? Did her pain show in her face to?

Even with pain filled eyes, he had a captivating face and markings. Ivory swirls, like the mind she bet he had in the handsome head. He was a smart male, and even though he didn't see it she bet he was just as stubborn as his lover. Her sea foam coat twitched a little as the wind picked up an kissed her whithers. This place was the center of mans distruction, or maybe they called it evelution. To her it was niether, it just was. Why debait a dead races values? When they had already done what they had done?

The dusk mare tossed her silk about her neck making it fall unevenly on each side. She had heard his words and a deep even voice that went with it. Handsome and compelling her to look back at his eyes and grin. Why did he seem so suprised she an equine was here? Dakotta knew he would not great one of his own this way. In war not all was an enemy. "I came here to meet the king of unicorns, and to well see this world." She let her coco eyes search across the surroundings before coming back to him and grinning. "Now it's my turn to ask you something."

Kotta paused as if thinking very hard on her question. "Okay! My question is: Why do you look so sad?" Her coco eyes were young, but had a wise look to them. Not that she knew it. Dakotta lived in her own way, in her own experiances. No one should judge you, or you get into stupid arguments. Not that the filly with soft eyes didn't know how to argue. No she was pretty good at it. She snorted and shook her body at the wind picked up again. It had to be the end of summer soon. It was getting cooler.

She didn't know what Zerkzies reply to her question would be, and the sea grey mare wanted to hear it. She wanted to know if he would tell his so called enemy what bothered him. Or if he would just scoff at her and walk away. Not that Kotta had any intention of letting the male off the hook from answering her question. Since she had answered his an all. A smirk pulled across her face at that thought. She was much like the rouge queen before the Uprighs, her arrogance, stubborn, and persistent to the end. Kotta waited for the reply she was eger to hear.

[moonlight]

A stranger in his land was an odd enough occurrence. It wasn't everyday that anyone, unicorn or equine had blessed this land with their presence. This godforsaken land, in the rubble of a city that was once thriving with greed and hatred. It was here the obsidian king lived, and here he would stay. Multi-hued orbs fogged over with a layer of learned hatred. This was a war, and with war comes meaningless hatred to those in any other circumstance you could have been friends with. Equines were once his brethren, nearly as close to him as his own race. But when push comes to shove you have to choose your battles carefully. Apparently he wasn't quite careful enough, for he chose to keep his race away from the self-destructive humans. In turn his race was pitted against another of nearly identical blood. And for what? For what reason? This was not the obsidian king's war. But in turn his was mearly a pawn in Tyrina's game of chess. Her life had turned into a game, the land her playing field, and every soul within grasp her pieces to push and shove as she saw fit. He could only assume the long deserved end would come with his own death.

Somehow that knowledge didn't both Zerkzies. Death, even to a unicorn was a possibility at all times. Invincibility and immortality are two different things entirely. His gaze held harsh down at the sea foam mare so idiotic to trespass. It was not everyday, but an equine is an equine. Even when his heart screamed friend, his mind overpowered with the knowing of war on the brink of explosion. The taste of blood circulated his keen senses, the sharp memory of death as it splattered like innocent paint at his ebon daggers. An eerie silence that filled the broad space he occupied, making space seem just a little to large. The suffocating acrid scent of rust and salt tainting his nares. The memory was not of his grandest, the blood of human dripping from his glorious horn. But what must be done, must be done. Spies, fighting, blackmail, blood, and the infinate suffocating atmosphere of despair.

Auds pinned to his obsidian skull as the perky vocals of this strange fae seeped into his mind. How could one be so cheery in this time of war? Better yet, how could one be so arrogant as to queered the leader of your enemy in such a tone? It was no often he got this way, but the king was under enough pressure. Not to mention his world was falling apart bit by shattered bit. "And is that any question for an equine to be asking? If you want an answer to that question ask your queen, she'll tell you a lie to sooth your many questions." The sharp edge of his tone cut like a double-edged sword even in his thorns. Gritting his fangs together, a grimace and rage masked the painful agony that lie just beneath his pools. Her question burned in the void created by the crimson queen. Like acid, burning the shriveled shards of his heart. Even if Tyrina held it, the pain was all his.

ooc.well, that sucked compared to my previous one

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Dakotta smiled as she stood there. War or not, she would not put a cloud of hate and unhappiness over her head. It was fair to her or others. Since she did get very crabby when she was mad. Her sigh was audibale with the king standing before her. What she found so funny was that he said this wasn't his war, at yet he stood here and berated her for coming? He stood here and did what the Queen would do to his people. Could he call it her war then? Kotta shook her head, she would never under stand these two, no matter how much Nohirm told her about them. Tyrina wanted her revenge, and what female wouldn't! Zerkzied didn't want war, yet he was perticapating in it. She could see that this was taking a toll on him as much as the Rouge Queen.

Kotta let her coco eyes rove over him yet again. She wasn't looking for the outside but what lay inside, why had he changed so much? Was it all from TYrina? Something in her didn't think so, at least she had been told other wise. So much she didn't understand had been given to her from a dream. So much from that old white horned beast. Nohirm. Kotta smiled again when she thought about the old Queen. She had been visiting her dreams as of late. Her words had been whispered into her ear, and she had taken her back into the past. The filly had no idea why she vistited her, but she had grown to love the old Queen. Even Zerkzies, for she had felt like she had known him forever. Visiting all of his childhood and most memorbale times.

Of course when she had come she was ready for him to tell her off. Kotta knew that he was just as hurt and angry as Tyrina. That he was just as defensive as well. So much pain that lurked in them both, all from one accident. If Zerkzies knew the truth then he would under stand Tyrinas motive, yet that was the Queens place to tell him. Her sea foam cavas twitch with the cooling climate. The grey mare knew it go cold here, but she hadn't thought about it. To bad the filly had lived in hot climates since she was born, and her coat had never grown out.

The filly drew her thoughts away from that and back at the black king. The one that was so lost and didn't even know it. Hell, even Tyrina wasn't this lost! Kotta heard those words come from his maw and smiled lightly at him, having a feel about his reply. "Nohirm told me that you would tell me anything I asked, and with an equal tone." She paused. "And Tyrina can tell me no lies not that she ever has, I only see you as the lier Zerkzies. You being the one who doesn't want to be a part of this war and yet you would treat me like the dirt under your feet only because I am mortal?" Her voice was soft but powerful, calm and filled with knowledge. "I thought you weren't going to be on her chest board any more." Dakotta's coco eyes stared at him, not knowing she looked so much like Tyrina. Not knowning that was one reason the old Queen had picked her. And still not knowing that alot was about to start unraveling.

[moonlight]

. Zerkzies ;;

There are just some people out there you can't stand. Like fire and ice, you just can't stick them in the same space and expect tea party! That's asking for a war. Some people with the calmest temper in the world will burst under the pressure of someone in the exact opposite mind-set. Like fire and ice. Hot and cold. Melt to a puddle or go up in flames. Beneath the depths of their element it's all same. Two opposites evaporate under the pressure of the other. Maybe that's why Tyrina and Zerkzies could never have worked out together. Fire and ice. Hot and cold. War or not. Humans or not. They're just to different. In every aspect of the word. So why was it so hard to let go of that idiotic mare! Why couldn't Zerkzies just give her up, move on. She was no good for the arrogant brute, and he no good for her. They were to proud, self-absorbed and utterly impossible! Both stubborn enough to out do any mule, and as different as the sun is to the sea.

Snorting wildly, Zerkzies tossed his cranium in mild annoyance. Obsidian tassels ignited, whipping the thick curve of his boa. Ivory horn speared the heavens, glinting from its light hue light shimmered in an array of colors. A ripple of rage tingled his spine, the pallid fae before him knew how to strike a nerve. Speaking of his mother like they had been best friends! Even though he greatly disagreed with his own mother, she was not forgotten in time. He still loved as the moon loves the sea, but only in a sense of blood. They had different views on life. It was strange how her youngest son became the heir to her thrown. But Nohirm always had faith in hopeless causes. Vocals range with a tinge of annoyance, but was it not enough to say the vixen knew him? As if she was mind-reader. "Nohirm always had hope in lost causes, she did not know me as much as even she may think. Besides, are you some prophet? Or ghost whisperer? Or just plain crazy?" Snorting in anger, a brief pause filled the space before his lyrics began again. "I do not treat you as dirt because I think you are lesser than me. I treat as I do because this is not my first war. Do you not think in this time of war I would not be suspicious of equine wandering on my land? I am no fool, whether your queen thinks as such or not!"