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Perfect. The abandoned turn-about would serve very well for their purpose. Velli felt the old natural magic in his bones, and grimaced, knowing this would drain him of much of his energy. He did not have as much power as he used to. Weak, frail bones couldn't store as much power, just as his worn mind had lost memories that only the wind would re-live now. He closed his occuli before beginning, touching everything with his other senses, making sure he was in tune with the world about him.

He had located a piece of flint-like material along his way here, which he had in his mouth. He looked around for rubble that might smoulder, and placed them in piles around the circumference of the area. Placing the flint on the timber, he struck the surface with his daggers. Soon he had each pile blazing with flames. He smiled to himself. Humans weren't the only beings who could make fire. He checked the piles, and made sure they were small enough, and spaced well enough not to spread. He would not 'throw caution to the wind,' literally or figuratively.

He set some wood in the middle, a make-shift platform. In the wilds, a large rock was often called for, or sometimes this would take place on a mountain. This wood would serve the purpose, though. He made sure it was stable and wide enough for Tyrina to be supported on, and so that she would not risk falling. He would spare not a moment of preparation, wanting this to be the finest for his lady. The dark-lit nature of the place added to the gravity of the upcoming situation.

He remembered when he used to have his own tattoos, his own True Markings. They were very spectacular, and he wanted no less for Tyrina. These were permanent. Well, almost permanent. There was only one way to lose them, and it was very long and painful. How did he know? He had experienced this. He shivered to think back on it as he had been doing so lately. Some memories he wanted to forget. All that was left of his True Markings were the little dapples that shaded his once mark'd peltage. He sighed, regretting he had lost them, but happy that he could offer Tyrina some of her own.

Of course, he wasn't truly giving them to her. It was only necessary for him to do this since she could not herself. The markings came from her own soul. He guessed her true markings would find their origins in fire, as shown from her peltage, already reddening, and purpose-filled, burning eyes. Those orbs that seemed to have seen much already would have much to face, and he hoped these brands of fire would help her through these times, and earn respect as well as lend power to her soul.

He stood in front of the platform and thought only of the words he would be devoting the next few hours to. He didn't think over them terribly much, though, conserving his energy. He let the fire reflect off of his orbs, and fill his mind with as much power as he would derive from its inspiring depths. His tassels blew gently in the breeze and the flames flickered with them. Yes, he was in tune, and all was ready. He counted in a whisper, feeling the natural rhythm of the city. Even in ruin it beat with a persistence, if one just knew how to find that beat. Everything was perfect. Now, all that was needed was Tyrina.

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It was time. She felt the call like a whispering crease on her soul. In a way her and Velli were conected in that sense. They could breath in tune and feel each others souls if they focused hard enough. Worse yet for the Queen she was conected to all her people like this. When one died she felt it to the depths of every bone and fiber of skin. The burning pain of loved ones was her own, the happiness of others every little emotion. It was apart of her the moment she had taken the duty of being their leader, their saver. She didn't want to feel it, the emotions that could make her want to kill others for having them. It was a reason that she wanted the tattoos. Her father had had them, to protect him from the emotions. It put a dam on those emotions, keeping them in check and making her own power not get from her control.

Since she was immortal, Tyrina had a feeling that her power was greater than it should be. That the time she had spent alive it had gathered in her and all she had to do was learn how to use it and it would come. Her silver eyes flashed a different color, a hue of red. That deep fire she had in her soul that could burn or warm, depending on weather you appraoched it right, and handled it right. She was not known to be cruel or evil, but pain was her partner in life as well as sorrow and love. She had tasted them all. They were all hers. All of her emotions like a palett of paint. They could mix into many colors and yet they were all hers.

She was ready to face that. Also to face that she had to let go of Zerkzies. Yeah it was painful. So much that fire felt it was being doused with water. Yet she still knew it was the right thing. Because of the very fact if she didn't she would end up hurting herself but some one else. That wouldn't happen on her watch. Not now not ever. This was her vendetta and it was going to have to start with a right step. That was her reason for her true markings, the tattoos would make her stronger, more intune with herself. A sigh was rattled from her barrel. This was not known to be a very easy thing to do. Her soul would lituraly brand her skin. Mark her with the element she most represented. Her eyes closed with the very thought of it.

Her eyes snapped open. She stood at the second floor of one of the buildings. Her hooves standing on a man made cliff. Tyrina with her red fire and immortality pulled her body into the air and reared. Feeling closer than ever to the heavens at that very moment. The moon seemed to be bigger than ever and the clouds unaturaly close. Her eyes slide closed as she had a deep breath of redemption. Her hooves dropped back to the steel and pivoted to run down back to floor level. She jumped and leaped coming down the way she had gotten up. Her final step she slide down a collasped wall and to the main rode. Her feet were already moving beneath her towards where Velli would be. The rouge mares body flew under her like an angel. She felt like she was skimming the clouds with her long strides and powerful breaths. This was freedom. This opening of your heart and true self.

Tyrina was afraid of getting the markings. What if they changed her? What if she could no longer know who she was? It didn't stop her. She ran faster. Nothing would stop her from doing what was needed. Her head shook as she ran. Her legs dogged unexpected objects as they came. With ever space between a building she saw the inner coastal and it glistened with the red dawn. She smirked a wild look in her silver eyes. Red silk mane licked at the air trailing behind her.

It didn't take her long to get there. Where he was. Standing by the fire that licked at the objects it burned. This was the fire that would be used to brand her in a ritual. She looked at Velli with her silver gaze then back again to that blaze. Tyrina felt so compelled to go to that fire. To walk right to it and let it wash over her. It was like the blaze was calling her. Velli stood there and yet she couldn't pull her attention of that blazing mass. The Queen almost felt as if it was whispering her name. An unexpected breeze blew up and some of the hot debris blew into her face. Small snow flaked size burns caught her cheek. She scream a little and let her leg paw out as she shook her head. The fire that had touch her cheek, it should have hurt burned when it scared her flash. It didn't, it had been cold. Her silver eyes looked at the blaze in confusion.

That was when those images appeared. They danced in the flickering colors of orange and red. Horses and unicorns alike. Some were dieing stabbing each other with their deathly horns and horses raking their sharp hooves down immortal flesh. It was the image of herself and the king that made her stop breathing. The image was so vivid. The danced circling each other in a rite she knew all to well. The rite of blood. It was something two did when they wished to kill the other to solve a war or conflict. The rouge Queen felt her coat boil and flame as if it was as hot as the flame that flickered befor her. It was. Her soul was dancing with these flames, joining her power with it. Those images danced still. So much future premanition flooding into her brain. Her whole body was alight with a blazing color. Her once normal red canvas was dancing with oranges and inbetween hues.

When those images disappeared Tyrina gasped and felt the connection snapp as the fire let her go. Her legs suddenly so heavy gave under neith her and the presence of Velli was soon again in Tyrinas mind. The rouge Queens body crumbled to the floor and steam came from her coat. She felt no burn but heard it hissing as if doused with reality. "l'ombre de la mort" Tyrina gasped in the old tounge. Her words meant the shadow of death. It had been what she had seen. She shivered and got to her feet slowly not wanting to seem weak even in Velli's eyes. She was sure that the older beast knew what had just happened. At least she had. Her hooves gripped the solid ground but her appengdages were still a little shaky. She had just been acepted by the element of fire.

Her silver eyes went to the older horse. "père" She whispered in a voice that sounded like it was shaky as she really was. Tyrina could not hid this fear, even if she didn't want to look weak. Her whole body felt alive with energy. Her whispered words had been that of "father". Tyrina didn't even relize she was speaking in the old tounge. She could not think straight at all. So much was flooding her senses. Was she ready to accept that she would have to kill Zerkzies to make her reveange final? The queen shuddered. Not only that, but she had not told any one about how the Uprights had died. Not told them what had caused them to pass. If she did true panick would spread through the people. She planned to keep it secret as long as she could. Her silver eyes were still locked on Velli, but now flecks of fire played in them.

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Velli waited, and he had considered much of the ceremony already. He had considered what to say, what he would do, but now he had to think of the end. The end would come, as it always did, and both of the equines must be prepared. He wanted to be able to be ready. He would make this ending a grand finale, or at least a sealance of the amazing events that were sure to unfold, tattooing the great Queen. He inhaled and exhaled slowly, searching his mind, and ordering it, so that he would not make a single mistake, for that could prove disastrous. He he decided to form the cant, obviously in his native language of Latin, as a derivative, including bits of fire and spectacles of greatness.

Such a great leader would need a great harness for her power. He could not let either party be lost in the process, for a wandering mind could bring back personal tragedies to stain the markings. He decided he had to re-live the memory which had been nagging in the back of his mind since he had met with Aero searching for a suitable place for the ceremony. He had to get the end in and out of his head before the ceremony started, so he wouldn't risk alluding to bits of it as he chanted.

As he had afore remembered, he had been at the back of that line of his harem on the cliff. He had touched every bit of Roulette's bodice, for back then he had been quite young and risque in the sense he had shown love for his female partner. Lette's skin prickled with pleasure, as did he own. He licked her gently, and then helped her along the path. He had been stronger then and he supported the mare, heavy with foal almost completely.

He helped her to the path until it widened a bit, and then he knew he must return to the front. He whispered his love, and that susspurage was returned. Squeezing ahead to the front, he charged on, eager to lead the harem away from the danger lurking behind.

Suddenly, he heard it, the piercing cry that broke his heart, shattering him into pieces that were never quite glued together perfectly again. He knew that call, and it was the call of a mare who had slipped over the edge. And this was as far as he felt he needed to carry the memory. Now that it was gone, he was ready for Tyrina's appearance. He shut his occuli.

His orbs finally shot open, feeling the essence of the one he waited for. He still had a shot of his old connecting powers running through his bloodstream, for these things never left, maybe not even after death. That brought back the graveness of the situation ahead. This would change Tyrina, and he was saddened. She would be herself, yes, and more equipped to lead, but it would also mean she would be prone to many traumatic events as the one he just remembered, being so close to her harem. Especially when war was a threat. But his little Rina was no longer so nieve, he remembered, knowing that she had already experienced heartbreak from Zerkzies.

She would be able to handle it, and he would help her every step of the way he could. He would not leave her to handle the front. Figuratively, of course. The actual front he had a feeling would be common grounds for him: the war front. He was ready to fight, and he was ready to ready Tyrina. Tyrina. Now she had come, leaping through the air like a crimson goddess. He reveled in her total beauty and magnificence. She had come from nowhere, and now she was everywhere. Part of the city. Part of the legend. Part of the fire surrounding him. He knew how he would end it now; tie it together. He did not move, knowing that if he moved his daggers, the organization of his mind would be disturbed as well. As much as he wanted to run and greet her, he would not let that interfere with performing his duties.

He watched her every move, and was suddenly shocked that she turned to the flames instead of the platform..but yet he could not move. He opened his mouth to warn her, but he thought it would be in vain. The fire called, and she came, like a moth to a lamp. He watched her glow, and she let it engulf her. It roared about, no longer feeding from the wood he had given it. But it wasn't feeding off Tyrina, either. She appeared to be the one growing in power. Her ruby pelt glowed hot like a coal, and he wondered if when she was old, she would turn black like a spent coal. But this was no time for wondering, something was about.

As Tyrina approached him, he heard the words she spoke. He was alarmed, but there was nothing he could do. He tried to control the shivers that he knew would contort his body. He needed to be strong for Tyrina. "haud metus," he spoke, meaning 'have the absence of fear.' No fear, no fear, no fear. He was calmed, finding his inner ocean of tranquility. He had stored much, so he was prepared.

But the next statement wrenched his heart. She was almost pleading in her tone. He reached out his maw to console her, and as soon as he touched her he felt a searing pain. It shot, through his burning. He broke away, coughing and wheezing so hard he shook. The flames rejected him; he was too weak. Tyrina must be so very powerful to withstand such agony, even embrace it. He longed to stop, to let her take a break, harness the pain before the cant was started, but if he started it now...if he started now, then the cant would be so powerful and her True Markings would be like none ever before. Especially if he added the end he had in mind. It would drain the energy from both of them, but is she was ready he was to. "Ego suscipio.." he whispered. Shall I begin?

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She felt those flames licking her body. Every crease and nitch in her soul felt alive with the power. It called out something in her that she didn't understand and wanted to taste more of it. So much power and fire! Her body felt like it was torched and yet the flames buring in soul were cold to her making her feel in the most comftorbale state she had ever been in. It was like true peace of mind and body right now as the hot infurno lick at her skin and let her mane rise in a blaze at her neck, even as it didn't burn. The rouge Queen was truley numb know, know that she couldn't feel the burn of the fire. That the element had grasped her and craddled her in it's hands as if she were its child.

She let her breath leave her body as she watched with her silver pools, the fire stop burning anything but her body. Heard with her auds Velli's words. "haud metus" She repeated. Her voice sounded more distant even to herself. She was loosing her sense of being to this fire. It would suck her into it and mark her with it's power. She watched him carfully holding onto control for as long as she could. He needed her. Velli acted strong but he needed her just as much as she needed him. He was also afraid of this. She didn't know that when he touched her that the fire would burn him. She knew the moment he felt it, because she felt it. Felt her own kinds pain. Her cheek tingled where he had touched it. Even that sensation didn't keep from the deep pull of the element. It was the older equines words. It was her quick and curt nod that finally gave that power the leave to take her.

Her smile was soft and breath taking, when she let her lids drop over her sensual eyes. The infurno pulled her into the air at least four feet and twisted her into a dance that would start the cantation. All that would be needed was Vellis words. The rouge Queen was a marvel up in the air turning about in movments that seemed to tell a story. Tyrina looked like something out of a fairy tale. Her mind was no longer her own, her body now one with something that was more power than she knew she had or could posesse. She had become so numb in all the time that she hadn't felt it growing in her every day. Becoming apart of her every soul.

Dreams and images of past an present and future events swirled around the Queens contence. She didn't know who she was, couldn't move her legs or speak. Just watch in a daze at events that she knew and didn't know. People she loved and didn't love. It was like seeing a movie of your life and what was expected of you. Self doubts and assurances she had had her whole life filled her head now. Was she fit to be Queen? Could she ever forgive Zerkzies? Would death be the solution to the pain? Was her fathers death her fault? Did people see her regrets! A whimper of pain seeped through her lips. So much pain, her heart burned hotter than the blaze that covered her now. The last question the one she had always been so afraid to face......Did Zerkzies love her?

"Tyrina look at the sun and how it seeps into the sky, redder than any passion." Those words came from a maw of jet black and one with dule colored eyes. The young mare next to him smiled and glanced away shyly. His warmth conforting her. He was so handsome in the red sunset. So perfect. She had hopped deep in side that he would tell her he though she was prettier than that sunset, that she was redder than any passion to him. Was that selfish of her? The young vixen look down at the ground. He made her feel so alive and beautiful. "That sunset is nothing compared..-" His words were cut off by the sharp sqweal of a beast. That beast happened to be a unicorn that jumped through the tree line with a wild panicked look in his eyes. "My King!!" He screamed as she got closer. Tyrina felt her muscles bunch. It was Cayiton. She pushed her chin higher. This stallion and her hadn't gotten along the moment he had meet her. He had made it clear he thought her not worthy of their king. His gaze went to her once and she could see the contempt. She was a Queen! Even if it was of another race he had no right to look at her that way! The rouge mare looked to her lover her support, but he didn't notice it. Didn't see the contempt and hatred in his captions eyes. This Cayiton was her kings second in comand and his best firend. She didn't like him.

Cayiton and Zerkzies spoke in a hurry and the black stag snorted and looked at her. "I must leave, I'm sorry Cayiton will take you home." Tyrina was about to tell him she could walk her own damn self home, but Zerkzies had already leaped off running to take care of the matter. So here she stood with the best firend of her lover. The hairs all over her body rose. Those beady black eyes in the bay stallions sulk looked back at her. "So Tyrina what permiscious things do you do to are king now to make you get in his good graces so quickly, he is not known to take a liking so quickly to anyone." The last words from the brute had been more stressed as if jealious. Her anger rose. How dare he say that to her! She Stared back at him. "I would ask how my king would keep such a fool at his side, he is not known to like them: At all." She retorted. The Caption growled at her. Tyrina paied him no attention and turned walking back to her herd. Her people waited for her there. They would want to be with her tonigh since it was coming on the harvest moon. Her steps were halted, that bay brute had gotten in her path. Blocking her from moving ahead.

Confusion was waring in her at first. What was he doing? Cayiton only smirked as she walked closer to her. Tyrina backed up with his every forward step. She didn't think about the ledge of the cliff she had just been looking over with Zerkzies. Her back hoof caught that ledge and her eyes widdened. Cayiton smiled. "You know." He said slowly and deeply. "I didn't think it would be this eaisy to get ridd of you." His voice was rolling an made her feel panick for the first time. She couldn't attack him, Zerkzies would never forgive her, and she was sure that Cayiton would find a story to put him against her. He stepped closer. Her hoof slide off farther. "Tell me blood pregnant dog what do you think your king would do when you die?" He asked sarcasticly. "Surely you don't think that he cares about you?" He said. Her breath caught. Could it be true? Tyrina glared back at him. Cayiton came closer.

In a time like this, when your life was in danger you took a jump for life, not willing to give it up. A growl emerged from her throat as she leaped forwards with her sharp hooves taking that brown brute unexpectedly to the ground. He got his balance and came after her. This would be battle, he could kill her and the rouge Queen knew it. She looked at him as she came at her with his horn aimed at her heart. She screamed a battle cry of her own, not knowing where the sound came from. Hot power rushed into her veins setting her body on fire. Without think she lifted onto her back legs as he came at her and jousted that silver spiral. Like slow motion it was there under her hooves, it was now she could take him out. Heavy fae hooves crashed down onto that spiral, and a errie scream periced the air. It was the cry of immortality being drained from the body. The rouge vixen didn't think as she crashed her hooves again into his body. So much hatred and fire whelled in her at looking at him. She stood there minutes later, blood cover and stained.

Dawing only came after she looked at his body. If Zerkzies knew about his he would never forgive her. Tyrina didn't feel the tears running down her face until that moment. What had she done? Standing there bloody and shaking over her relization. She dropped to her knees. "What have I done!" She gasped in pain.

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Her body arched in pain in the air even as the fire curled around her, it had found her worst nightmare, why she couldn't go back to Zerkzies. The guilt the lies, and the hatred. This was all because of that bastered Cayiton! The one Zerkzies had loved so much. Tears streamed down the Queens face. She needed to let all this go in order to live. "commencer!!" She screamed to Velli. The word "begin" She was ready to be marked.[/blockquote][/blockquote][/size]

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The fire flickered,a brilliant red and yellow beacon lighting up the rapidly darkening sky.The smoke was merely a darkening translucent lens,that cast a dim haze over the millions of stars that speckled the indigo celest.Another equine was there,a low yet rhythmic and compelling chant escaping from him.No,that did not seem to be the right word..Emanating from his aged grey physique seemed more adequate,the low drone appealing to the sense of hearing.Automatically,Texinity found himself pausing to listen,his stormy green optix drawn to the one who chanted to the skies,so immersed in the task at hand.

And then..there was Tyrina,the rouge femme he had grown to love,standing strong before the fire,her gaze lost in it's fiery core,the reflections dancing in her silver voids.The flame's light licked at her hide,the invisible tongues of heat creating shimmering mirages in the night air.The sight was one that captivated your eyes,dragging them over to the platform upon which this ritual was being performed and manacled them to it.This ritual..this would make Tyrina stronger,so he knew,so it was with an unusual emotion he watched her step up to the much older slated equus.Maybe it was pride,maybe it was love,maybe it was an unusual mixture of anxiety and pleasure.She was taking a gargantuan step,taking these markings as her own.

Texinity would have liked his own tattoos.They fascinated him,he had always found them intriguing,the odd spirals captivating his lanterns and forcing him to gazer at them.They were just stunning,in their eerie way.Pistons relaxed and he turned to face the platform from afar,an appreciative nod given in the general direction of the pair.The flames reflected in his eyes,an unusual combination of green and red.

BLAH ITS AWFUL ITS EWWY but next time it'll be better.

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Velli uttered his words, and coughed longer, not being able to control the reaction. The fire had coursed through him so strongly, and it had reject him for not only being the wrong element, but for his lack of power to hold such a surmount of paradoxial element. He coughed, and let it continued, knowing that he had to realse the power from the system. And, yes, black ash was heaved from his lungs, where it had collected, in rejection. He did not move his daggers as this happened, not wanted to break the powerful chain that he had strived to make, and Tyrina had beared in pain, and might.

His soft pain was in part from the sizzling he had just recieved, but more was due to the fact that Tyrina's orbs held a pain so much greater. He looked into them and saw a nightmare unfolding there, and it scared him. He could see into minds, no as a magical power, but from the mere experience of time and of knowing beings so well. Leaders must do these things, and though he had revoked his title, the responsibilities could not be voided. His head rang with the prophetic words that willed him to begin, but he would not without Tyrina's consent. He looked into her pain-filled orbs.

Then he noticed something outside his circle. He was unnerved, but did not let complete nervousness into his system, knowing it would break part of this spell he would soon weave. It was another brute, but he did not appear of hostile relations. If, however, this one was uninformed of the ways of True Markings, he might step in the circle of flames. This would ruin all that had been strived for, becuase they markings could still be painted, but they would be untrue to their nature, twisted and deformed, so no good could come of them. And of course his personal thoughts would get lumped into the package if he had no cleared his head as Velli had. Velli willed him not to take a step further until the ceremony was over. And one could tell when it was over, for after Velli had finished his final step, the finale would twist itself into a grand spectacle.

However, he couldn't help but noticed that horse's empierc'd orbs. It was as if he knew Tyrina, and more, as if he had some intimate connection. Velli wondered what the brute would do once the finale was spent, and most likely Tyrina, or at least Velli, would be too weak to explain. This one looked like he knew, though, knew well enough of the procedures of ancient leaders that had been passed down to a few. Velli noted he would talk to him, but also remembered it might not mean much, as he was only a figurehead of the past. He would not want to spark argument, seeing as the horses had too much adversary already to fight amongst themselves.

He cleared his mind of all else, and heard Tyrina speak. She was soft but sure, and he sent a message through his orbs, that she could do this. She could stay strong. He dipped his head to acknoledge he had heard she was ready, and he was ready, as well. He cleared his throat.

He began, and did not pause, except for an occasional sharp, ashy intake of breath. It was very low, soft, but sure and steady. The tone was oddly melodious, though he did not sing the ancient script. And so the cant began: "Esse dolor illum facilisis zzril ipsum, augue odio, accumsan ea augue molestie lobortis delenit laoreet ex ad, adipiscing nulla. Veniam dolore, vel feugait in dolor feugait, feugait dolore ex vel erat duis nostrud diam commodo ad eu in consequat esse in ut wisi. Consectetuer dolore feugiat wisi eum qui tincidunt vel, nostrud, at velit eum euismod, diam minim eros consequat lorem aliquam et ad. Feugait illum sit suscipit ut, tation in dolore tincidunt et iusto nulla amet wisi odio nostrud nisl feugiat adipiscing luptatum minim nisl, quis, erat, dolore. Elit nostrud sit, dolor veniam blandit ullamcorper ex, vero nonummy, duis exerci delenit ullamcorper at feugiat ullamcorper, ullamcorper elit vulputate iusto esse luptatum duis vel. Nulla nulla qui, te praesent accumsan at nisl ut in consequat blandit illum augue ut.
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He finished about halfway through, and looked on to see how Tyrina fared. He would not stop for long, only to catch his wheezing breath, and make sure all was going well enough for him to continue.

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That deep pitting rage and fire curled about her body. It tasted everything she was made of. Licking at the soul she called her own. It was burning at her skin, yet it didn't hurt, the flame felt more apart of her than anything she had ever had! Like a Friend it whispered to her and its sensual creases touched her so intimately, like a lover who was giving worship to a love. Her heart beat in her chest with true emotions. All of them. Pain, love, hate, desire, excitment, arrogance, all of those deep pitted feelings feed at her being. So much had made her this way. Her body still no longer on the ground, twisted with the burning element. This was true peace. Her pain of the past was ebbed and her love as well. The a web a mistress spider has spun, they were all together again. No longer was she numb, the Queen of equines was feeling everything she had missed.

Even when the dreams and memories took her away from the present, she felt that sense of being whole. Her silver orbs watered, she hadn't felt whole since Zerkzies had looked at her with love in his eyes. Her body jerked in pain at the painful emotion. All sensations were hightened, even her pain, mostly her love! Her neck curled as she let her maw touch her chest, all her actions not her own. The blazing colors held her body in its grasp flexing her to its power. No, infusing it with its power. Images of things she had long forgotten now were there with her again, somethings she had meant to forget. Her heart lurched in her throat when even through the spell she smelt that scent.

Tyrina knew that sweet lure. It had to be the stag that had captured her heart. The one that she had seen after all this and felt he could bring her backs from the pits of hell. Oh how that scent made her feel! The fire around her burned hotter and higher with her intence reaction. This was the begining of so much. War, death, hate, love, forbidden loyalty, and secrets. Secrets sugar coated in the blood of the past and now the present. She hadn't told any one of why and how the humans had died, or that she had been the one to kill Cayiton. The Queen hadn't regreted killing the bastard, only that Zerkzies wouldn't understand.

The scarlet mare knew the moment her words had left her maw to begin the cant that Velli would do so. She knew that it would be more than pain, and more tha pleasure. The first wave of buring flesh made her whole body arch in pain. Her first scream cut through the twilight air like a bullet did. She smelt her own buring flesh and felt the skin changing. The marks started at her hooves and crawled up to her shoulders. Etching flames into her body. Her silver pools overflowed with tears, the agony was more than she could bare. Tyrina couldn't think past the hurt, couldn't come up with a complete thought or prosesse one. "clémence!" She screamed. Her voice was so loud it hurt her lungs and throat to shout it, but it seemed she couldn't hold it back.
"clémence!"
"clémence!" She cried out as she felt it eating into her body, taking so long to form what needed to be.

She didn't know when everything went black, but when it did, she heard that voice and those words. Felt the fire reseeding into a part of her that she would find one day. Felt her body sagg as it dropped to the cool pavment. All the fae could feel was pain, her pelt steamed with the flames that had been there before. So much floated around her. The Equine Queen had gained her marks, orange and red flames tattoos all the way up all four legs. The images burned into her lush skin. "Advienne que pourra." She whispered her head resting on the ground with her blood red silk drapped on her neck.

[faitaccompli]

Velli had stopped his singing of the ancient tongue, and looked at Tyrina, it being hard for him to picture what she had to go through. Not just for these marks, but in the weeks to come. He knew that Tyrina could do it, but it hurt him immensely to picture that she might have to go through so much more pain than she already had. He wished he could somehow take that pain for her, but he could, at least, serve as a brace.

His head was bent down now, and he studied her from her daggers up. Her cries for mercy had been enough to make him stop, but his stopping might only elongate the process further. Then again, this stop might give her a break from the searing her element, fire, was no doubt inflicting upon her. His heart had been absolutely shocked, feeling as if he himself were giving this pain to her, which really he was, in partnership with her own fiery soul. But at least good would come of the ordeal. He smiled, trying to comfort her, but he had the feeling she was much too far lost in agony and her own thoughts to see him-or the outsider beyond the circle.

He was much pleased the outsider did not attempt to come any closer. Of course, he thought of this one as an outsider only because he did stand on the outside of the boundaries, and that was the best thing he could have done, at this moment. But, perhaps he already knew Tyrina. Velli wouldn't doubt it. He would really have to meet him in a while. First, he would have to regain his strength enough to make sure Tyrina was alright and resting, and he remembered his appointment to associate the mare, Aero, with the terra and his queen.

Now, however, was not the time for thoughts of his own, even if they were plans. He pushed them all from his masterpiece, and drank in the sweet calm blankness he could recover from almost anywhere. It had taken practice, but now the art was his own. He imaged floating through the vast celestial expanse which he regarded to be his mind. It was a wonder a mind that lasted so long could still hold anything new.

He sought the likeness of Tyrina's comfort, and felt the first wave of fatigue wash over him. The chant, if it were to have significance, took away the physical energy of the bestower, like water into a drain. He was unsure whether it affected the bearer this way, or if it was the pure agony inflict itself that did the trick. Whichever way, he wished his location had proved to be more secure, for the unknown stag, if he were enemy could take both their lives if he possessed at least a little amount of power.

Vast expanse, thought Velli, reveling in it, his clear mind. He could see everything with so much more light. It seemed to filter in and colour the scene. Was it his mind, or had the sun burned brighter just for his lady? No, he was mistaken. It seemed the light came from Tyrina herself. He should have known such light would fill up such a dark, decrepit place as if it were a sun on earth. He had no doubt that the mental shields he had set when setting his mind and though boundaries, though, took away this light from enemies watchful eyes unless they entered the circle. The other stag might have thought it a bit clear for them to be standing in a flame circle, then, Tyrina in pain, and not seeing the magic, he might think Velli was attacking her in some way, or waiting for a retaliation in a fight.

But this stag must have known of such ceremonies, else he would have already rushed in upon them when he had arrived. He was thinking again, god forsake his wandering mind.

A breeze picked his banner and blew it about, making him appear as a moon with shadowy tendrils, blocked only by the radiance of his great mistress. His features were shattered with light, and the flickering fire sent rays askew, thundering about the glorious picture of hot agony.

Orange, yellow, red, scouring the daemon-place with it's brightness. To the finale, a hot blue would take those place, and though darker in shade, it would brighten Velli's occuli twice as much as the light twinkled now. His own blue being of a star burned out, Tyrina's gift would flaunt her natural red with the grace of angelic wings in heaven, if it were white on white. Blue, could traditionally be shown for one so insurmountable in power, but given to her red hue'd pelt and powerful will of temper, he guessed these markings would be ruby so brilliant one could not classify them with the likes of everything. Yes, Tyrina's True Markings would be a show grand, and even more in power.

He heard her utterance, and admired her strength in making such. It was also her tactfulness and the ability to bear pain. He wished to whisper how the consequences would be greatly good of these actions, and the happenings she would not regret. This pain would prepare her for later, as her past had. But he would do what he must, she was right, and so he began the cant, right where he had left.

Rhythmical and charming were his words, his tone, "Mestie lobortis delenit laoreet. Dolor ad, adipiscing nulla, et dolore, vel feugait in dolor feugait, feugait dolore. In vel erat duis nostrud diam commodo ad eu in consequat esse in ut wisi aliquip dolore feugiat wisi eum qui.
Vel, nostrud lobortis ut praesent dignissim ut enim eum et ea, nonummy duis. Ad autem feugait praesent, autem, accumsan tation enim facilisi qui te dolore magna velit, iusto esse eu, zzril vel enim zzril, te. Nisl dolore, lobortis ut tation, elit luptatum ipsum, aliquam dolor sed minim consectetuer aliquip.
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Tation exerci delenit ullamcorper at feugiat ullamcorper, ullamcorper elit vulputate iusto esse luptatum duis vel esse nulla qui. Volutpat praesent accumsan at nisl ut in consequat blandit illum augue ut dolor illum facilisis zzril ipsum, augue odio, accumsan ea augue molestie lobortis delenit laoreet. Dolor ad, adipiscing nulla, et dolore, vel feugait in dolor feugait, feugait dolore. In vel erat duis nostrud diam commodo ad eu in consequat esse in ut wisi aliquip dolore feugiat wisi eum qui.
Vel, nostrud lobortis ut praesent dignissim ut enim eum et ea, nonummy duis. Ad autem feugait praesent, autem, accumsan tation enim facilisi qui te dolore magna velit, iusto esse eu, zzril vel enim zzril, te. Nisl dolore, lobortis ut tation, elit luptatum ipsum, aliquam dolor sed minim consectetuer aliquip."

Now, would come the glorious end.

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The fire flicked,the tongues of solid light and heat licking at his vision like hungry vultures,the heat searing an image into his eyeballs,the ghostly remnants of the sight dancing on his viscous gazers.They licked at Tyrina's slight build,somehow seeming tamed next to her.They seemed to leave an imprint upon her pistons,red twisted tongues of flame seemed to be etched into her already blood-stained canvas.The sight attracted his eyes and kept them there,however the ravened stallion was incredibly careful to stay well out of the way,away from the area where the ritual was being performed.He was most curious,certainly,but somehow the tension from the old grey equine seemed to fill the air,an almost tangible warning.

The ring of flames seemed to raise themselves higher,a barricade between him and the other pair.Her screams rent the air,a painful sound for he,who loved her deeply,to hear,but a lesser stallion would have already ruined the moment by rushing in and rescuing the supposed 'damsel in distress'.The very thought of that caused a snort of derision to escape him-the thought of Tyrina helpless was utterly ludicrous.Having moved on from that thought,his voids moved over towards the old equine,who was cast into shadow by the females and Tyrina.Texinity wondered of him-he was speaking in an ancient tongue,only snippets of the unfamiliar language reaching his sensitive thorns.

But wait..the Ritual ring of fire,the ancient language,the equine who was supposedly sacred to it.Surely,that was the unknown equine.Realization flared behind his viridescent orbitals,recognition arising in their depths.True Markings-of course-the brute exhaled,watching the ritual with renewed vision.Of course.The flames spiralled up to her shoulders,an impressive marking.Texinity had always wanted to know what his True Markings could be.His mind wandered and skipped,his gaze intent upon Tyrina.Were her markings nearly complete?The flames bored into his gaze yet he threw the pain of the heat aside,locking it up in a smaller,confined area of his mind,skittering away from it.

[faitaccompli]

Velli sang the final notes, and looked on to Tyrina. So much had happened, and there was so much that had been covered. The flames that were eating her, and branding her forever, yes, were lines drawn for the future to fill in, but they were also the scribbles that colored in the lines of the past. Tyrina's coloring book would be completed with the twisting flames of her True Markings, and they would show the grandness of such the femme. He had supposed it would turn out well, and when both of them arrived from this ceremony he resolved most definitely to study their work, and see if he could tell the destiny of what was to come in any of the surely unique patterns.


It wasn't over yet, though, but all had gone well. The markings were branded, and now they would just be finalized. He was glad all had gone as planned, with the exception of Tyrina walking to the flames. Perhaps that had made it only better. He was pleased the brute outside had not ventured in, but he looked as if he were to come soon. Velli hoped the other did not have harmful intentions, for if he did, Velli would be very weak, and could not protect his Lady, or himself. If he were mistaken for the lead, he would surely be crushed in a single blow. He knew once he moved his hooves, he would feel all of the strength that the ceremony had taken from him, all of the deep-rooted power that took him longer to build now than it had in his younger days.

He sang to the low burning and heaven-fires alike, a note ringing out to finish his cant in the language most natural without words or sayings-just pure expression. His occuli sparkled with the prospect of the finish and wondered how it would all transpire from this moment. His thoughts no longer needed to be totally cleared until he began this last stage. He though about the past, present, future, and about Tyrina's harem-to-be and her strength, and even the food they would all look for to come that would give them power and not poison. He considered much, and his mind made up for his lack of thoughts. Then he began to clear it again, knowing what he would do next would not be too painful, but only would emphasize the fact of the pain to come.

Velli was ready to perform the last stage, but he let Tyrina rest one more moment. He knew as soon as he would finish, the circle would drop, and the powerful ritual's relics would only remain in the form of the brandments on Tyrina's legs. The stranger would rush to the scene, and Velli would lose the feeling of this greatness.

Perhaps Tyrina would decide he was no longer worth much to her, having served his major purport. No matter, thought, this was of no consequence to him. He would always stand by her side, no matter what she thought of him. And if he came at her, he would surely bow and take his death. Therein, he supposed, lied the reason she was able to accept him back into her life so readily, among other more secretive ones, and obvious ones, being himself not her lover.

In any case, he would now continue to put his own now creation, something more that had never been done before, onto this ceremony. He would write this contract with a blood tie. He bit down as hard as he could into his own shoulder. He let blood seep into his mouth, grimacing against the pain. It did not hurt him terribly, not nearly as much as the next act would. After he was finished with his own blood, that is. He took it and spread it from his tongue across one side of Tyrina's neck, creating a half circle. Then he closed his orbs and bit into her side, taking blood as gently as he could. He licked the other side of her neck, creating a collar, a full circle of fiery red blood to conclude the amazing happenings.

he was not sure if the power itself would make more happen, but he let his power slip gently away. He let the barriers recede, and he let the fires suddenly burn down to smoldering piles. The circle was broken now. No, it was concentrated into the form of Tyrina. In any case, his part being done, he took a step to Tyrina. Sound was unable to escape from his suddenly parched lips, and only ashes dripped from his scorched kissers. 'My Lady,' he mouthed, and attempted to complete his step to her.

He suddenly stumbled and fell to the unforgiving ground. He collapsed there, and prayed Tyrina would go and rest or try her new power-whatever she pleased so as she wouldn't have to fret over him. He would gain enough power through rest and then come back to the world. he did not know if it would be hours, or minutes, or days, but it would come. Maybe that other stallion would serve as a purpose to get Tyrina to do as he wished she would. In any case, he felt the world twirl as he lay, his tassels and limbs alike, splayed across the ground. He knew his age and the fatigue of his life shown very deeply over his features now, and he succumbed to the darkness that pulled on his equally aged mind....

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Aero's worn, dull flints thudded across the cracked cobblestones forming a layer of dirty stones across the brown earth. The gentle clip-clop was not the only sound heard through her dappled harks. The land was busy with creatures, not many equuses but most of any other variety of creature, scurrying in the nooks and crannies of Broadway. She knew it was once a beautiful place, but at that moment, it was far from its former beauty and glamour.

She was curious. As she wandered through the lands, taking into mind Velli's precise directions, her warm, vibrant optics scanning her surroundings, she couldn't help but stride towards a gathering of equines. She hadn't seen their faces yet, and was unable to identify them. Her curiousity prompted her to near the group. Her nares flared, taking in deep breaths of air as she approached. The journey had been long, and she was quite tired of moving. She felt satisfied that she was soon going to join the harrem of the famous Lady Tyrina.

The femme watched, her dial tipping towards the gathering. One of the equines, a flea bitten grey, fell to the ground dramatically, obviously tired and overwhelmed with fatigue. A worried expression clouded her eyes. She recognized the face of her aquaintance. Velli? She pondered. Her pillars quickly sped up to the quick and choppy pace of a gallop, covering the expanse of land between them in a couple large steps. Quickly, she arrived at his side. She looked down at him with eyes wide.

"Velli! Velli, are you alright?"

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[faitaccompli]

Velli was only aware of the darkness. It clawed at his very soul, threatening him. But he was not afraid, for it had already taken as much as it could. One more plunge into its depths would not matter. If he died, he could at least leave knowing he had given Tyrina something to continue through the battle, something that would serve as a little piece of him in survival.

'So I shall die in semblance of a disgrac'd being....Mors ultima linea rerum est....,' his thoughts finished in his most beloved tongue, and he had no more thoughts.

Eventually, though, his mind came into function again. The outside world would have gaged the time as mere seconds, but to him it seemed an eternity. His mind created the apparition that so frequented his spells of living within his own mind. Not saying he was alone, just he knew it was all in his own mind.

He walked through the black mist, and it swirled around him. He was ready for whatever it was the would come to face him. His face hardened in the expression of war. He stopped, and swiveled around to face the opposition that called to him. It had no face, no shape, no form. It just came upon him, and he remembered his struggles where it he had thrashed blindly, hitting nothing more than the nothing that seemed to be there. But Pain was there. He knew the moves by now, the stillness it required, and the willing of the mind to destroy it. He spoke, but each word was not in a language known to any other outside of the kingdom in which he now resided.

He let his mind crush the power, fight the darkness. It filled him with the desire of something hot, and fiery. Something new to usual character, but so old, as it was buried in his core of ancient, called only on the rare occasions such as these. He felt blood, flashes, and...he shook it off. There would be a time for that. It would come, and with this war, he would need it.

He staved off the darkness, the feeling. He let it wash over him, pounding him with the intensity of a wave of a tsunami. It was dredged from his past, and part of this immediate present. He did not want to regress to this state, but he could not help it. He had used so much energy...but on what?

He spun, exploring the darklit place that was his mind, and found it, something dangerous. It was thin fiery ribbons the twined up and down, eyeless and tough against the fog. The dark did not dare touch them, though, and they seemed to burn their image to his retinas.

He realized, these were True Markings. Of who? Tyrina. They were the reason he had expended his energy and regressed to this state. He smiled. So he had not gone crazy..completely. He stepped closer to the tattoos, unable to turn away. He walked until his masterpiece was thrust completely between their flamed apparitions.

In glory, he stood for a moment, until it came, a terrible burning. It enflamed him, taking his breath, his calm, and his sanity in its strength. These were not Tyrina's markings after all, but the terrible hell of his own creation, waiting to burn him from the inside out.

His head pounded until he could no longer see anything but red, the flames of darkness obliterated, and only a searing pain remaining. It seemed to take forever, but it began to subside, letting glimpses of the world create colorful spots in the amber. He heard something, sounding like hoof beats. They came closer and closer. The details of his dire situation flooded back into his mind in an unrelenting stream. He was alive, but he was weak. He wondered if the one approaching was the strange brute that had been watching. Perhaps his life would be ended here after all, not by himself, but by a lesser opposition, another, feeling threatened.

But when the voice came, it was not of the hellion variety. It was soft, but still strong. Definitely that of a femme, but he could not place it. All the names that came to mind were long dead. Then Velli remembered the True Markings. Was that his lady? He heard the call again, this time followed by an inquiry, simple as it was to how his health fared.

"Tyrina?" he asked, wondering if it was her. His vision had not cleared all the way, and he could not negate the pounding pain in his head. He felt weak, and knew he would not be able to stand for quite a while.

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So many emotions flooded her. She was feeling pain and confusion, and yet at the same time she was feeling love, more than she had felt in so long. It seemed to run in her veins, in her blood and kiss her very heart. It was these emotions that were making her wirth on the ground in pain. Not the burning of her flesh, the smell was putried in her nose and made her gag even in her state of disembodiedment. It was as if she was smelling her own meat cooked. Something that didn't sit well with Tyrina's stomach. It was as if the fire was one with her, soul, heart, flesh, mind, and coat. That no element could come as close to her as the raging heat and reds of this substance. It alone controled her very passion.

The rouge mares breath was ragged in her throat, taking a long time to come to a stander breath. Noises clogged her ears, making it hard to hear, or concentrate on one noise in general. Voices and chanting, words of the dead language. Tyrina wan't so much to say something, so return the words meanings with her own reply. In the crowed cant she heard things she knew all to well. Tation exerci delenit ullamcorper at feugiat ullamcorper,, Breath on this being, Element with heat Element....-The rest was drowned out by the fire in her heart. It was now she felt that power rising inside her, the power of her own anger, love, and people. It choked up the red beast as she lay their unmoving on the city road. Her flanks twitched reviling the pain in the last moments of this cerimony. It was the smell of male horse flesh, that of one she knew well, but couldn't put a name to it. The thought of a black raven marked with a white circled eye. Oh she knew that face that smell, the one who was quiet yet made her heart jump like only one other had.

Her heart beat faster in her chest, but it wasn't his scent that she smelt first. It was the older one, the one she had loved for so long. Her murrmurr was all she could get out of her throat, all that would escape from her dried vocal cords. This was the one who had let her have that fire, the one who was canting in the back like a song. A deep breath of air filled the Queens lungs. He was the one to be with her when she needed him. It was then the burning stopped, her skin no longer felt like it was being mutalated into something that was her markings. It was then she could feel power surge into her veins with a force beyond mortal. It was so much power it made her feel like she was far from just alive.

The sound of a body falling made her ears snapp back as she lay there unmoving and her eyes opened. All around her was the smell of smoke, the end of fire. Her attention turned to the smell of horses and the one closest to her. It was the female voice that made her pull to her feet with in a hurry, Tyrina wasn't out of strength, but replenished with it. Now fire was carved into her skin all the way up to her shoulders, licking sentualy. She saw him then, laying on the ground withered and old looking. Tyrina also saw the mare heading towards him, Velli. Her teeth bared and she whinned in rage, not wanting the fae anywhere near him. He was hers to protect, her family, her flesh and blood.

The Queens nose dropped down to his just as he muttered her name. A calm pulled over her when she heard him, it meant he was okay. Her muzzles gently pushed against his cheek. "Mets-toi à ma place. Je suis désolé. Pardonne-moi." Tyrina whispered to him, the old words for Try to see it through my eyes, I am sorry. The rouge beast was sorry she had hurt him like he had been hurt. Some of the pain she could have taken on as her burden. Her muzzle brushed his cheek again. "Velli, merci." She said gently. Then her silver gaze went to the mare. It was the one known as Aero. She softened her gaze a little. "This is not something for you to worry about."

[bee]

Aero's tassels danced gently in the cool embrace of the breeze. Her muddy brown eyes clouded with genuine concern for the stag who had graciously invited her here. He lay still, the only movement coming from his barrel which rose and fell with breaths. Though, even as he lay in a heap on the ground, he still looked elegant. Velli's body was aged with the many years passed on this Earth, but he still had a very confident, gracious look to him. It was something Aero somewhat admired.

An angry whinny rippled through the cool air, startling Aero. She jumped back from Velli's body for a minute, and her eyes met another equines. She knew this face. Tyrina. She had met her on the Broadway terrain before, to ask for a home. When Velli had offered a part in their harrem, she had accepted as well, knowing Velli was fairly close to Lady Tyrina and he could put in a good word for her. But at that moment, Tyrina had a furious look in her eyes. Aero shied timidly, unsure of what she had done to make Tyrina act in this startling way.

She took a few short steps away from Velli again, turning to face her leader. Aero's harks shot forward, facing Tyrina. Her eyes showed confusion, and disbelief. They swept over Tyrina's lovely red body, viewing the strange markings that entwined themselves in her body. What on Earth are those? She thought, unable to pry her eyes from the strange painting on her Lady's gleaming coat, even as Tyrina swooped down towards Velli to help him. This only confused Aero more.

The soft lyrics in her ears were a change. Tyrina's expression suddenly softened a bit, which relieved Aero a bit. She felt very much like an intruder at that moment, an intruder on something wonderful yet iimportant at the very same moment. Her loose, dappled towers listened to Tyrina's softer words. She dipped her dial in a slight nod, letting Tyrina know that she understood. This didn't concern the femme, and she should really leave them alone. She took a mental note to mind her own buisness next time.

"Pardon me, m'lady. I shall go."

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Velli uttered words, and then felt a sensation like smoke start to cover his mind. He felt trapped by it, and he struggled to get out. It was like fleeing a burning building, that crashed around him in earnest, almost clipping his hocks at every turn. But he made it out, and returned to the 'real' world. It, too, seemed covered with smoke, but in this world he couldn't move. He returned to the mind apparition state and raced through the burning house. He knew this would be the only way to escape from his fear to his memories in his semi-conscious state.

This fleeing could take hours, but in the regular world only take a matter of minutes, or even seconds for this to occur. Flames searched through his field of vision, searing his occuli in a trance-like way. He screamed to the flames and it rang in his head. He knew that in reality the sound probably sounded like a cough, and he wondered with a bit of amusement if ash feel from his kissers. Of course, that was due to the ceremony, but it might as well have been him emitting a hint of his inner fire that burned now.

It was torturous, yes, but he didn't mind so much, because he knew he'd pull through, and he was doing this for Tyrina. He just played the game his mind staged for him, because that was what it was and nothing more. He would not let it gain the upper hand and he would be alright. He had learned so much over his years to fight the extraordinary, and that put the odds no longer against him.

After the thoughts of fire faded from his head, he sank into the recesses of his memory. He could no longer stay in the fire, and he plunged into the darklit galaxy that was his past. He let a picture of the perfect lands he once had presided over come into his head. He had been young and foolish then, right after he had gotten his power. The grass flowed, long and plentiful around his hocks. He nickered as he watched over the harem. The femme his orbs searched for was no where to be seen, but he knew where he could meet her. He was not looking for a lover or any of cupid's sort, but the one he had always confided in, his own mother.

The Velli of present realized how long it had been since he had seen his mother, for she had died thousands of years ago. That was why he knew where she was, but did not see her. Perhaps she would be in the clearing in the distance, and it would always be one to escape his eyesite, or one day he would stumble upon it, a lost memory coming to the surface. He ran a few laps on the legs of his youth, circling his mind and decided he would try to return to the present.

He forced the memory away, his consciousness returning. He went through the levels of his mind, or rather, the levels his mind had built over the years. Much was stored there, and some lost. He would not look at it, or he might get lost. He felt as if he soared through his own dark skies, and then he was in the state of complete darkness.

Soon, his vision came, foggy, but coming. It was as if he was slowly waking from sleep. He might as well have been. He was weak, and he made no attempt to move; only listen. He heard Tyrina, she was near. She sounded strong; very good. Then he heard her words, loud and clear, though they were whispered for his auds alone.

He wanted to whispered back, to explain to her that it was his duty, his need, his pleasure. He did not mind his state now, but he had a feeling she already understood that fact.

His body was a pile of ragged sacrifice, spread over a cake of ruin, but it was all for good. His daggers hung as limp as his strands, and he was glad his lady watched him. But he didn't need her assistance as much as she had to start developing her power. He knew that each moment the need for her to be stronger than all the rest prevailed.

He suddenly heard the rustles of another. They were soft, yet confident. He recognized them...but who was it? His immediate memory suddenly grabbed at it. Aero! The sweet mare he had been quite enamored with. But Tyrina, she did not know. She seemed to think of her as a threat, as demonstrated from her latest words! And of course Aero would comply, it was quite good of her. She would do well, if Tyrina could accept her.

He knew he needed to instruct Tyrina with her new power a little, but there was much she needed to find out herself. He would try his best to vocalize that now. "Tyrina...you must discover your power...I will be fine....and Aero I quite enjoy your company....if the Lady should agree I'd quite like...you to stay." He abandoned all of his eloquence and choked the words past his smoke-tasting mouth. He cough ash, for it was blocking his throat. He wondered if Tyrina would agree or have her own plan. Either way, he trusted her.

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The words that she heard from Velli made Tyrina snort. What was the old mans problem, did he think she was going to leave him, now when he needed her. Velli was strong mentally, but in body he was old and withered and Tyrina had to face that. Tyrina put her muzzle to his cheek. "I do not need to find my pow...." Her sentence was cut short as a heat so hot it would scold any one who touched it, gripped her heart. It burned and stayed in her heart, waiting to be used and set through her body. Ty stood there and ground her teeth against the power she felt. What was she supposed to do with it all? The rouge Queen felt scared for once in a long time, all this power scared her. It was bitting her gut with sharp teeth.

Ty stood their for a few minutes, holding against the pain. It was after she thought for a few minutes that it dawned on her. The pain was her holding back all the power that was herself, she was afraid to grab onto the oppertunity. Her lids dropped over the Queens silver orbs and she exhaled. It was then she felt the power move through her whole body. Kissing every vein and lighting it on fire. Moving to the out side to light her mane a blaze. The pain had left her all she felt now was alive and fresh. Her muscles untense. She opened her silver eyes which were now glowing silver. "Well guess I did need to find the power." She said to Velli as she shifted from hoof to hoof, not knowing what she could and couldn't do when like this.

So she stood there, taking in her power and what it was like to have it back. Did she ever have it? Or was it always there and she just hadn't ever looked at it? A smile pulled her lips at what it felt like to have it at all, openly flowing through her veins. Right now though she owed Velli her attention. He needed her weather he liked it or not. The Queens nose pushed down to push his body up a little so she could collapse her body next to him. Her head came over his back as she lay next to him giving his body warmth and cushioning. "You are hurt and need time to regain your strength and I will stay here until you have it back.

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Feelings of relief washed over the femme. She was happy to be appreciated. Not that Lady Tyrina didn't appreciate Aero, but she was out of place, at the moment. Or she thought. It seemed that Velli wanted her around, and that made her feel a little more accepted in this atmosphere. Usually, acceptance wasn't hard with Aero. She was bubbly, talkative, and was never awkward around anyone. This was about the only time that she had felt, well, out of place. But, those feelings quickly evaporated when Velli spoke.

"As you wish, Velli."

Aero's lyrics were clear as they sounded through the air. She spoke the simple sentence, letting Tyrina and Velli know that she was willing to do as they saw fit. She could tell that Velli was of high importance to Tyrina and to their herd, which gave him authority in her eyes. As long as Tyrina saw him as an elder, wiser than herself, he earned authority over Aero. Of course, Aero wasn't willing to do just anything, but she trusted Velli and Tyrina's judgement.

She still felt a little confused, though. Power? What on earth were they talking about? Her maw and eyes framed her puzzled expression. The atmosphere was a tad tense, and as Tyrina lay next to Velli, she felt a little out of place. She again felt like she should leave. Aero stood, feeling out of place.

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Velli watched the two mares, and felt proud that he was here, and no longer wasting away as a piece of time-forsaken rubbish. It had been hard to collect his thoughts, but he had done it, reversing what had been the inevitable. And that had led him here. He reached out to touch Tyrina, on her fine pillars, to feel the new creations. Contact, though he doubted Tyrina could feel it, gave a flash of red in front of his eyes, and he almost felt the terrible burning. He coughed ash at the memory, covering his gray statues a dusting of black. He stared up apologetically.

Velli looked deep into Tyrina's orbs, wondering if he could see some of the thoughts written there, but they remained quite mysterious stars, burning more brightly than the marking flames had themselves. He wished he could find the answers to the questions that were hidden behind those occuli, but he had confidence Tyrina was strong enough to do that herself, and better than Velli could in her place. She was an amazing equine, and he could not begin to express his pride in her.

Next, he turned to look into the occuli of Aero. He had not known the femme for very long, but he felt as if she were a very familiar figure. There was something very welcoming, and rustic (rustic, he thought not of ancient bearing or crudity, but rustic as in natural, like the coming of the seasons, or the twinkling of stars in the night sky) in her nature that caused him to feel her power as well. Also, there was something in her that reminded him of a mare he was once very close to. He closed his eyes at an unlocked flood of memories as they came, keeping his focus on the mare at present, and not the ones of his past. She did speak with such formalness, and he wished he could dissolve her uncomfort and show her how at ease she made him feel.

He looked back at Tyrina, wondering why she wasn't eager to go, and wished he could read her mind. He was surprised suddenly, for was that in her face an expression showing jealousy? She seemed protective of him, and looked very displeased with Aero's company. He knew she did not question his loyalty, but it almost seemed so. Did she not know she would always be his Tyrina, as he would be her Velli. No matter who she met or where she went, he would always have that strong tie of father to daughter. Of course, he was eager to meet new horses, like his pursuit of what a beautiful friend Aero would make, but that would not compromise his relationship with Tyrina. He hoped she could see that, but in case she saw it as a dismissal, he would not suggest she go anywhere again. She would find and control her strength, and so he did not let this matter trouble him.

Though he lay, bloodied in a street of ruin, he felt contented. He mused it might seem strange, but being between the two femmes made him feel quite secure, and quite happy. He wished he could express that feeling, but even had he had the strength, he would not have been able to find the right words.

Sighing softly, he decided he would try to stand, to be closer to the femmes. He centered his energy, and prepared to rise. He suddenly heaved himself to his hooves, but realized he had not let himself grow powerful enough. He had successfully stood, but now the world spun in a paradox of former comfort, the only semblance of that left being the close proximity of Tyrina and Aero. He stumbled, trying to stay standing, and felt himself bump into something. It happened to be Aero, and he steadied himself against her. When he looked at her, blood stained her coat, and he was horrified, but then calmed realizing it was his own. He wanted to offer verbal apology, but he did not have the strength, so instead he gently licked the blood from her coat, and ran his maw gently over her neck. Then, losing his balance, he collapsed again.

Tyrina laid down next to him, and he felt relieved. He gestured for Aero to do the same, being still too weak to say it. He let his masterpiece fall back upon Tyrina's legs, and then remembered the burning. To his delight, though, he felt a soft heating sensation that was pleasant, and felt immediately less weakened. He jerked his head away, remembering. He had transferred much of his energy to her for those markings, which meant that forever there would be a medium between them.

This medium would allow either to send back and forth their power, as long as the other remained alive. Also, he knew Tyrina could draw as much power from him as she liked, as well as give as much. He had just taken back some of her energy. That did not weaken her True Markings, but he knew it would make her feel more fatigued as he took more from her. She would need to seal the socket of power her markings gave before he touched her again. He had taken some of her power, and he knew this would not be the last time this happened. He would require assistance from the two mares many times in the days to come, he had no doubt.

Aero looked confused, and he felt quite bad he could not explain. Then again, it charmed him that her knowledge must be natural then, and not skewed by such gifts extreme good, evil, and longevity could bring. He hoped she would settle on his other side, because between two such cushions of comfort he would recover quickly. He closed his occuli.

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Tyrina only lay there next to her surgate father. He was the only true love she had left in her life and wanted to keep him in safe situations at all times. She knew that great change was about to happen and that things would be taking a turn their for the better or worse. The one thing was, is that she would have to stop acting like a child. Her sigh was loud even in her own auds. The power flowing between her and velli made her smile. She knew that he felt it to, and that it was making him feel better. It pleased her to know she could him better after his ordeal. Her own silver orbs went up to Aero. The mare hadn't done any wrong, but again Velli was all she had. It was wrong to show bad emotions towards her. Tyrina nodded her head to the young mare indicating her acceptence of her pressence.

Laying there Tyrina almost left like she had actually lived a normal life, with warmth in her heart. It felt good to have that warmth. To have that back up strength in the heart.

NOT FINISHED.